The next days were horrible, I slept from time to time usually after screaming for so long that my throat got sore and I got tired. Nobody came. Ever. The rest of the time I spend hoping for a miracle and drinking the coke. On a normal day I like it, but since it was the only thing I could consume it became too sweat and I just wanted to eat some actual food.
I had lost all sense of time I slept two or three times I think. But than I noticed how parts of my strength came back. It felt like I spend two days completely unmoving, but after those I reobtained the ability to move my head. This was a big deal for me. I was so happy once I could move around a little again and get more comfortable. The main reason for my enjoyment of this small thing was that it gave me some hope. I knew I was still bound to a bed in an almost empty school waiting for my life sucking teacher who had already taken a lot of my vitality. Not to forget that she wants to take the rest once she comes back.
I knew nobody would come, but the new hope made me scream for help until I fell asleep again. The next morning or whatever I could move my body. Not fast and not really good and I still felt weaker than before Ms Davis robbed my energy, but I was able to move slowly. I tried out all my body parts and realized that the parts closest to my tummy and genitals worked best and my fingers were still very hard to move, but I could do something again. "YEAAHH!" it was stupid to be happy in this situation, but I was nonetheless.
I was still thinking about moving, so I didn't hear the key in the door. Somebody threw it open while shouting: "Who's there?". Completely startled by the sudden action I didn't answer directly. Then everything became white, I had to close my eyes and wanted to close my ears as well, because of the loud scream I heard from the woman who entered. She must have turned on the light. After those days in darkness my senses needed to recalibrate to work again properly, but after some time they did.
I opened my eyes and saw that the woman was standing in the door with her back turned towards me, probably to not look at a nude man. My teacher didn't bother to dress me, just to strip me once she comes back. "What is happening here, who are you, what is.......", she rapidly asked me so many questions that I couldn't answer any of them. She seemed very irritated and scared. I felt the same. But I understood that this was my chance, I had to tell her everything, well maybe not too detailed as she might not believe the story, but at least enough to make her help me.
"Please calm down." I said in the most friendly tone I could produce in this ironic situation. The woman took a few deep breaths and asked again: "You are right. So how about you tell me your story." "Could you untie me first?" I asked in a pleading voice. "Not until I know what's going on." I had no choice, but to obey her. So I started: "Okay, this might take a moment so please sit down. It's fine." She hesitated a moment, but realized in the end that I couldn't do anything in my situation so she could just sit on the chair besides me to listen. When she turned around I finally recognized her. It was Lisa the charming new secretary. I knew her well as she finished school only a few years ago meaning there was a time when we both were students here. I wasn't sure whether she didn't recognize me because of the aging or because she didn't really look at me. It was still a bit strange as she was 24 and thus knew my father a few years ago when he looked really similar to my current state. Lisa was also never shy so she would normally take a look. On the other hand, I didn't recognize her red hair too, so I couldn't judge her, besides this might be better for me and her.
After she sat down I started to explain. I didn't exactly know where to start and what to tell her. Would she believe me the truth or would it be better to just make something up. I had to decide fast so I chose to...
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