The Island | By : StrawberryWine36 Category: Individual Celebrities > Colin Firth Views: 8936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Two weeks later Georgiana sat clutching her suitcase to her chest, staring into space with utter panic setting in. Thankfully the sea crossing had been quick and relatively calm and pleasant apart from her travel companion. With her uncle being too ill to travel after taking a bad turn, it was Worthington who accompanied her on the journey to the school. A hired car had met them at the port and now she was sat in the back seat trying to avoid any type of contact with the over enthusiastic butler.
“Ah look, there it is, I can see the academy in the distance!” He said suddenly, Georgian looked up to see a building ahead of them through the trees. It was gothic in appearance with crooked turrets and arched windows.
“Great, it’s bloody Hogwarts!” she snapped in reply, not meeting his gaze. She felt a hand roughly grab her chin and turn her face to meet his.”I advise you remove your hand before I bite your fingers off!” She added, slowly. He ignored her request and grinned a mouthful of black crooked teeth.
“I don’t think you can advise me anything young lady, not now. Ooh I can’t wait to see how you get on here; after all, I was the one who told your uncle all about it! You see, I know the headmaster very well, I also know they will whip your sorry little slut arse into shape before you even know it!” He grabbed her thigh and squeezed tight as he spoke. Georgiana pulled herself away and turned herself towards the window, holding back tears of anger which threatened to give away her calm exterior and expose her fear.
On arriving, a large woman dressed in an ankle length black dress met them at the door and lead them through to a waiting area.”Please wait here for the headmaster.” She instructed before sweeping away like a Victorian ghost. It was only a few minutes before the huge black door opened and Georgiana found herself in a dark office lit only by gas lights. Before her sat a stern looking man behind a huge oak desk. Behind him she could make out the figures of the strange Victorian lady from earlier and another man, both watching her from the darkness. The man behind the desk gestured for her to sit down, she silently obeyed.
“Well Georgiana, I take it that you are here of your own free will?” He asked finally.
“Yes.” She replied.
“Yes Sir would be more appropriate, but I will forgive your manners today as we are at our first meeting. Now, if you are in full understanding of our rules and what will be expected of you, I would like you to sign the statement that hands over full authority to us; you must obey and do as you are told. As such you will be released after your time as a Lady and free to go. I must know that you understand once you sign this there is no going back. If you behave and abide by the rules you will be fine. I warn you that failure to obey results in punishments which will be painful, humiliating and hard to bear. If you cannot take this then do not sign this form.” He handed her a pen and waited for her reply.
Georgiana’s hands shook as she held the piece of paper, what choice did she have, sign the paper or be cast out to a world of nothing. Go back to the cabaret, there was little chance of that. Her bridges were burned well away there. Her trembling fingers signed her name, there, it was done. Sge felt Worthington squeeze her shoulder from where he stood behind her. The headmaster took the form and read it through thoroughly.
“Now, you have made a very good choice.” He smiled, shaking her hand across the desk, his hand felt unfriendly, official, cold and clammy. “We welcome you to the academy and look forward to seeing how you blossom! I would now like your passport, mobile phone and bank cards.”
Georgiana paused for a moment before handing them over, she knew that was inevitable. The headmaster opened a case and placed them inside. “Good girl! This case will be returned to you on your departure. We do not touch your property before then. Do you understand?”
“Yes...yes Sir” she replied remembering quickly the previous conversation. The headmaster sat back and smiled.
“Now, you will be given a head tutor who will be in charge of your well being, this means that if you have any problems, you go to him. He will also be in charge of making sure you toe the line, and to stop certain staff members overstepping the mark, all punishments will be conducted by him and if another member of staff wishes to punish you for misbehaviour they will have to as his permission first.”
Georgiana shrunk back in her seat at these words; this was the part that she didn’t know if she could cope with. Would these things hurt, what kind of people would be in control of her mind and body. She trembled as the headmaster gestured towards the man stood next to the Victorian lady. “Georgiana this is Mr Firth and he will be your head tutor. You won’t have time to meet properly now as we are pushed for time but you will be given an appointment to do so properly later on today.”
The suited man from the corner stepped forward in an official manner and shook her hand. “Very nice to meet you Georgiana.” His hand was warm and suddenly a lot more human than the corpse like grasp of the headmaster. She broke off the handshake after realising she had completely forgotten to speak and the headmaster was glaring at her again. Giving an embarrassed smile she plopped ungracefully back into her seat. Staring at the floor, counting the squares on the carpet.
“I shall overlook this rudeness today as you are obviously overwhelmed by the big changes that are about to happen in your life.” Snapped the headmaster. “You will now accompany Miss Dilsbury to the nurse for a medical and then you will be taken to your accommodation. Shaking, Georgiana stood up, everyone staring at her and followed the Victorian lady out of the room. She looked back once to see Worthington’s smirk as he waved and gripped her fists so that she didn’t punch his stupid face.
In the next room along the corridor was a clinical looking white tiled room. Miss Dilsbury handed her a starchy white towel, a razor and some ancient looking soap. “You will shower, wash every part of your body and shave yourself. Ladies do not have body hair; you will make your private region tidy and pleasant, then put on the robe and follow through to the nurse. Georgiana obeyed, blushing at the instruction but feeling relieved that she was left alone in the shower.
All at once she felt tears mingling in with the water, the soap was unfragranced and old fashioned as she lathered it over her skin. Luckily she regularly shaved so it didn’t take too long. Her fingers poised above her bikini line and she tidied the area leaving a neat line down between her legs. Right now her own skin was the only thing that felt real. When she had finished washing she wrapped the robe around her and headed on through to the next room where to her horror a nurse stood next to a scary looking chair.
“Come along, I haven’t got time for shyness, please sit down and give me your arm.” The nurse was robot like, taking her blood pressure, pulse and eventually reached for a syringe. Georgiana pulled her arm away.
“I have to take a blood sample for a drug and alcohol test. Have you taken any drugs or alcohol today?” she asked.
“N, no” she stuttered in reply, grimacing as the nurse stabbed the needle into her arm. A feeling of sickness waved over her as the blood was taken from her arm. After feeling her tummy she asked gruffly, “When was the last time you had intercourse?”
“I haven’t, “
“Not ever?”
“No”
“An obvious lie!” the nurse scoffed, pushing hard down on her stomach. “Just checking you are not pregnant.”
“Ow, no I’m bloody not! I just said I haven’t ever...”
“Be quiet!” the nurse shouted back, “You can lie as much as you like but it wont do you any good, all you girls are the same. I do not want to hear another word from your slut mouth.” She pulled out a length of surgical tape and strapped it roughly across Georgiana’s mouth before walking down to the edge of the bed. “You can stay there until I come back with your results and if I find any traces of substance I will be internally examining you!”
Georgiana sat alone, sobbing again for what seemed like hours but what was only minutes. She had never had such rough treatment by the medical profession and was starting to wonder if this woman was even a nurse.
Eventually she returned and ripped the tape away from Georgiana’s lips.
“You’re clear, now move quick fast to the changing room and you will receive further instruction.” She turned away to wash her hands and Georgiana scrabbled down from the chair and fled from the room where a short pleated skirt, white shirt and long white socks were laid out for her. The underwear beside them was a plain white bra and a very unattractive pair of traditional school knickers. Shivering she pulled on the clothing, hating every item.
Never was there more of a feeling of regret, never had she felt so unsure, so scared and so alone.
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