Escape {Open}

[Layla Whitney]

Layla was very pleased with the reaction she got; whimpering and crying was always a sure sign that a lesson had been learned. She loosened her grip on Jess, taking a small step back. "Good. And that goes for others words like that as well, just so you know." She pushed her back against the bar, dropped the fistful of hair, and caught Jess' bleeding hand once again, finding the small cut and digging her thumb in. Blood welled up, and once again Layla forced it towards her mouth.

"I just want to make sure that message has sunk in, sweetie." Layla told her victim, her voice honey-sweet. Then she forced the finger into Jess' mouth, pushing it back so far the girl had to be gagging. She caught the wildly flailing arm, using her body to pin the skinny girl back against the wall. She smiled coldly at Jess, and decided she deserved an explanation. "Listen, sweetheart, you call me a freak once, maybe I'll forgive you. But three times in a row, there's no going back from that. And make sure you don't forget it, 'kay?"

With that, she pulled the finger out of Jess' mouth, pulling it back down to the rain and pinning it there. What to do next? Carry on with the blood angle, go for the hair, or come up with something different? She wondered about it, looking curiously at Jess. "Listen babe. I'm going to carry on doing this until I get bored, and I don't get bored easily. So you might as well choose, or I'll have to decide for you again. And I like variety, so if you don't want to be eating your own hair very soon, you'd better think faster than usual. Not that that's saying much..."

[Jessica Air]

For a moment, Jess thought that she'd been spared. Hopefully, she looked up at Layla, just as she felt a sharp pain in her nail. Her eyes instinctively flickered towards it, and as she realized where this was leading, she pushed herself against the bar, bending backwards in an escape to get away. Her head hit the wall with a sound that didn't sound good when it involved her head and a wall - or generally, didn't sound good - and she winced, not noticing until it was too late that her hand was being forced to her mouth.

As her bleeding finger entered her mouth she shuddered, pulling her head from side to side and choking as her own finger was forced down her throat. For a few seconds, she couldn't breathe and began gasping for air, fighting against the stronger girl, before her hand was removed from her mouth and she sucked in air gratefully. She could burn off the calories later. For now, she just wanted to get away from this freak, and go and hide in her room. And cry, for a long long time, and then exercise. And maybe bitch at Yvonne a bit. It all sounded good to her.

She coughed, wondering if she was going to throw up. Unfortunately - would have burnt a few calories - she didn't. " Please stop, I'm sorry! I promise I won't say it again! " Her voice was rising hysterically and she would have blushed had she not been so scared. God, she hated not being stronger. She needed to...lift weights or something. Although didn't muscle weigh more than fat? She supposed that her actual weight didn't matter as much as her physique itself; if she was twenty stone but looked good in a bikini - or naked - she'd be happy.

Jess closed her eyes and began crying again at the ultimatum Layla offered. Hair or blood? If she was forced to pick, she'd say blood, but she didn't want to. Aside from the grossness of blood drinking, that actually meant that she'd be giving in. Humiliating wouldn't even cover it. " Please...don't. I'll... I'll call my lawyer! "

[Layla Whitney]

She stared crying, pulling away. Layla smiled, but the whole thing was beginning to get boring now. Jess had pretty much learned her lesson, Layla wasn't about to get a shag out of it, and she had washing to do. She pulled out another handful of hair in a thoughtful way, coiling it up into a little ball. "You know, that does you absolutely no good. For all I know, you're going to call your lawyer even if I don't, so there's no point in me not doing it, is there?" With that, she forced Jess' mouth open, thrust the tiny ball of hair in, and held her hand over the mouth, tipping her head back. The hair had been far enough back that she'd gag, and swallow instinctively; even if it wasn't, she held Jess' mouth shut to stop her spitting it out.

Sighing at the pathetic, begging figure, she stepped back. "OK, Jessie, two things. First, I'm stopping now. Call me that again and I won't stop until you're completely bald. Second, tell anyone, and the same thing will happen." She didn't need to ask if Jess had understood. She'd better.
Sighing, Layla walked down the line, opening washing machines and loading her stuff into her bag, suddenly ignoring Jess. It would be interesting to see Jess' reaction... Then she looked up. "Oh, and Jess... Don't threaten me. You wouldn't want to make me angry again, would you?" With that, she zipped up her bag and sauntered out of the room, turning to blow Jess a kiss as she left.

She'd probably get taken to isolation for the next week or so, unless Jess was smart and didn't tell. But Jess wasn't the smart type, so she might as well get back to the dorm soon and hang up her clothes. She didn't want to come back to find a bag of wet fabric, after all.

[Jessica Air]

Jess whimpered again when more of her hair was unceremoniously removed from her head. She couldn't muster up the energy to scream; was too busy calculating how many calories she had just consumed in blood. Layla had implied that there was a lot, but she wasn't about to trust anything that bitch said. As she opened her mouth to reply to Layla - probably with more terrified begging, if she was honest - the girl grabbed her jaw, forcing a chunk of hair in. She gagged, choking and coughing, and found for a second that she couldn't breathe, until she remembered what her nose did.

She could feel herself beginning to swallow - a reflex - and tried to make herself cough so she wouldn't. It didn't work. As she felt the small lump go down her throat she gagged repeatedly, almost making herself sick, which didn't work as well. Tears wers still pouring down her face, but more a result of the almost-puking than anything else. As Layla stepped away, she let herself drop onto the floor, curling her legs up beneath her and leaning against the wall, staring blankly into space. She didn't reply to anything that she'd just heard; Jess felt too sick to talk, move, or even excercise, usually something that made her feel better.

She watched as Layla took her stuff from the machines, still not moving. That girl was a sick, sick, sick freak, and if Jess had anything to do about it, she was totally going to be sued for that. Wait... Apparantly, that would result in her going bald, which would not be good. That would be ridiculously far from good. That would be so far from good she'd probably kill herself. Being bald? How gross. She nodded quickly, agreeing not to threaten Layla - there was no way in hell she wanted to make that bitch angry - and stayed where she was as the girl left.

It took her about ten minutes to actually force herself to move, and she headed around the machines, packing her stuff into her laundry bag and wandering out slowly. She was heading back to her dorm, but she wanted to avoid seeing Layla. God, how was she going to cope with seeing that evil bitch every morning from now on? At least they didn't share a room. She shuddered at the thought. As she got closer to her dorm, she made herself stand up straighter. Layla was going to pay for that.