In Your Face

To have a pretty face, in your face, could, in certain circumstances, be flattering. But this young woman is not leaning forwards to kiss you. Quite the opposite – her face is full of bile and loathing for you. And she is only getting up close and personal so that she can mock you, and remind you of your impending public flogging – a flogging which, she gaily informs you, she fully intends to watch along with her handsome boyfriend.

As for you, you are, of course, forbidden by law to look her back in the eye, and must focus instead on her white, nylon, knee-high socks and pretty, blue and white sneakers – as befits a lowly prisoner-slave in the stocks. Even as she turns her venom away from you, you must by law remain fixated on the backs of her shoes and socks, and you must internally praise and bless her for taking the time out of her busy female schedule to come and torment you.




















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