Detention

“Alright, Bobby. Time served. Go home.” Bobby Clemanc looked up from the homework he was busying himself with at his desk three rows back from the front. At the front of the class Mr Denton caught his gaze, raised his hand and pointed at his old fashioned watch. 'Huh, time really flew today' Bobby thought to himself. Pushing a strand of brown hair out of the way of his eyes, he quickly started gathering up the unfinished homework he had made a start on, along with his pencils, papers and books he forcefully pushed them all into his blue and black backpack and shot up from the chair, sprinting towards the door. “One moment, Bobby,” Mr Denton said suddenly. Bobby sighed and turned to face his teacher. “I hope you will do better tomorrow, Bobby. This is the third time in two weeks you've been given detention by Ms Robinson. Remind me: what was it you did this time?” “Ms Robinson doesn't like me,” Bobby replied huffily. Mr Denton pushed his glasses up his nose and was silent for a moment before talking again. “I'm sure you think that, Bobby, but the teachers here don't dislike the students. Quite the opposite. We want what's best for you. You're a good student, aren't you? I believe you always do well in tests?” “Yeah, I do.” “So I'm going to ask again: what did you do this time to be sent to detention?” “...I kept talking when Ms Robinson told me not to.” “That's all?” “Yes.” “If I talk to Ms Robinson tomorrow and asked her, will she tell me the same thing?” Bobby paused. “...Yes.” Mr Denton almost seemed to knowingly sigh at his response. He took his glasses off and rubbed them with a tissue he drew from his upper shirt pocket before replacing them on his face. “Well I guess we'll see, won't we? On your way out could you stop by the boiler room and let Mr Smith know that detention is over so that he can start locking up the classrooms?” “Yes, Mr Denton.” “Good boy. Off you go.” Bobby turned and left, closing the classroom door behind him. As he walked down the empty school hallway it was already getting dark outside thanks to it being the winter months. Each footstep echoed up and down the long hall and seemed so loud he almost didn't want to move. He felt anxious but wasn't sure if it was because the school was so creepy after everyone had left or if it was because he was worried Mr Denton really would speak to Ms Robinson tomorrow and find out the real reason he was given detention again. A right turn at the end of the hall and another trip down a second corridor took Bobby to the door down to the boiler room where Mr Smith the Janitor kept the old school's heating under control. The thought of not visiting Mr Smith down in his basement before leaving had crossed his mind, especially with how uneasy the empty halls made him, but he didn't need Mr Denton on his case too. He knocked on the door marked Boiler Room and waited. And waited. And waited some more. 'Is that old janitor sleeping or something?' Bobby wondered. He shrugged to himself and turned to leave. Just as he took a couple of steps away he heard a muted clattering sound followed by a light thud. His heart skipped a beat at the sudden sound. Looking down both ends of the hall he saw no one around and so he went back to the janitorial door and put his ear against it, listening in silence for a few more seconds. 'Maybe those rumors about Mr Smith being a drunk are true and that old janitor fell over...' Bobby reached his hand around the handle for the door and gentle pulled down on it to test if it was unlocked or not. It wasn't surprising to feel no resistance and the door clicked and swung slightly open revealing a descending staircase down into the lower basement boiler room lit only by a flickering yellow bulb and a red glow presumably from the furnace. “Mr Smith?” Bobby called out. No spoken reply but he was sure he heard some kind of muffled noise and a shuffling sound. Curiosity beat out cowardice and Bobby fully opened the door and began descending down the old cold stone steps into the boiler room below. Down in the darkness he felt his heart racing. It shouldn't have felt so unsettling but something seemed off. What if the old janitor had collapsed and died? As he turned the final step on the long way down he expected to see the janitor sprawled out on the floor with a broken bottle nearby, but what he saw instead made his racing heart skip a beat. There, in the middle of the cold stone floor, illuminated only by the red light from the nearby furnace was the body of a boy no older than him, wrapped from neck to toes in silver duct tape struggling wildly and making very little progress in escaping his cocoon. He had short black hair and an earring in his left ear. An extra thick piece of tape was wrapped around his mouth to the back of his head to hold it tightly in place making any noise he tired to make a muffled whimper. He looked just like an Egyptian mummy and was staring at Bobby with huge, fearful tear filled eyes trying to communicate with him. Bobby tossed his back aside and rushed to the mummified boy on the floor hold him up slightly in his hands. “What's going on? Who did this to you?!” Bobby asked. The mummified boy tried speaking but through such a thick gag Bobby couldn't understand a word. It seemed like something had been stuffed in his mouth before the gag had been placed around him. The mummy motioned with his head and eyes to a table against one of the walls. Bobby looked over and saw strange looking scissors sitting on it. They had a long handle and a curve at the end. “Right, hang on!” Bobby said as he shot over to the table and grabbed the scissors. He carefully slid the elongated end between the mummified boy's face and gag and began cutting to remove the gag. He cut through and pulled the tape off the boy's mouth quite easily and immediately saw something sticking out from his lips. Bobby grabbed it as the boy started trying to spit them out in order to help and was shocked when he held up his hand to see that it had been a pair of underpants stuffed in the boy's mouth! “Urghhh tha-thank you,” the black haired boy panted. “You've gotta get me outta this so we can get out of here - that fucker's crazy!” “Huh who?” Bobby asked as he looked for a safe place on the mummified boy's body to start cutting him free from the extremely tight tape. “Did the janitor do this to you?” “No it was- shit look out!” The warning came too late. Bobby was grabbed from behind and instinctively struggled to break free but found his movements slowing as a strange aroma filled his nostrils from a cloth pressed against his face. Soon everything felt like it was spinning and he was dropped to the floor next to the mummified boy, who was screaming for help. Consciousness slowly returned to Bobby along with all his sensations. He was still on the stone floor of the boiler room but as he tried to move every single limb met with strict resistance. His arms were pinned, his legs were pinned, he couldn't even separate his feet from each other. It didn't take him long to realize that he had met the same fate as the other boy: he had been mummified tightly in tape up to his neck. As he groggily awoke he could hear tape coming off the roll and being applied in places to make a perfect tight seal. “Oh, you woke up quickly,” a voice said. Bobby's eyes adjusted to the red glow of the room and he was shocked to see Mr Denton kneeling next to him applying another strip from a roll of silver duct tape in his hands. “Mphrh Mph-hmm!” Bobby said in a horribly muffled voice. It was then he realized that he was gagged by thick strips of tape and not only that but there was something stuffed in his mouth. As sensations continued to return he also became aware that under the tape was a layer of pallet wrap so the tape wasn't directly touching his skin – which it could have done if not for that as his clothes were gone! Inside his tape cocoon he was utterly naked. “In case you're wondering,” Mr Denton said, grabbing Bobby's face and turning it to look at him, “That underwear stuck in your mouth? It isn't yours. I thought it a suitable punishment for you both if I swapped your underpants around.” Bobby could only let out a muffled disgust as he realized the other boy's underpants were filling his mouth. “You probably don't know Arren, correct? He's your age but in a different class. An ignorant little boy just like you that wastes his talents and talks back to adults. Well his filthy mouth is chewing on your underpants now. I'd let you get acquainted but we haven't the time. Not that he's particularly aware of what's happening right now anyway.” Mr Denton motioned to beside them both as he straddled Bobby to apply some more tape without him squirming as much. Beside them both was the other mummified boy and to Bobby's shock Arren's head was now fully wrapped up in layers of tape besides a small opening along the bridge of his nose to allow him to breathe. He struggled a little every so often and let out a feeble moan but could do nothing else. “This wouldn't have happened if you had told the truth you know,” Mr Denton muttered, forcefully turning Bobby over to apply some more strips of tape to his butt. “You're a good student with a disrespect for teachers but you could have straightened up and improved. Not like Arren; he's had too many chances. I gave you a chance to tell the truth tonight and you lied to my face.” Bobby was spun around on to his back again and Mr Denton leaned in to his gagged face. “You really shouldn't have done that.” A whimpered attempt at an apology was either misunderstood or ignored. “I sent Mr Smith home early today you see,” Mr Denton said, standing up between the two mummified boys. “It's a simple enough task to lock up after detention. Then I arranged things here for Arren to pay a little visit down here. Oh how he struggled and ran that disgusting mouth of his when he awoke wrapped up like that. You, Bobby, I wasn't sure about. It's why I gave you the chance to tell the truth. Now look at you; naked, wrapped up nice and snug, gagged with another boy's underwear and fearful for what comes next.” Mr Denton got up, adjusted his glasses, picked Arren up, and cradled him over his shoulder with surprising ease, patting him on the butt a couple of times as he did to get him in place. “Think on that for a few minutes and then I'll be back.” Bobby watched in fear as Mr Denton carried the struggling mummy on his shoulder up the stairs and out of sight. He was left alone in the red light of the boiler room barely able to move at all. He struggled as best he could – he fought against the tape binding him and rolled around trying to break a seam but couldn't. Just how many layers was he wrapped in? All he achieved was getting sweaty, tired and covered in dust. His mind was racing the whole time about what Mr Denton was doing to Arren. Was he killing him? Soon he heard the deliberate thuds of shoes coming down the stairs. Mr Denton had returned without Arren's mummified body. “Oh look at you, you got yourself covered in dust trying to get free.” Bobby muffled pleas of forgiveness which were ignored or deliberately misunderstood. His captor bent down and brushed the length of him a few times to remove some of the accumulated dust. Mr Denton then straddled Bobby once again to keep him still. “Listen closely, Bobby. You, Arren and I are going to take a little trip in my car. You and Arren are in for some extreme detention. I'm not sure for how long but I hope, when we reach the other end, you and he will be reformed students. If not? Well...let's hope it doesn't come to that. I expect complete obedience. You will follow every instruction to the letter and you will not attempt to escape. Is that understood? Nod if you understand.” Bobby nodded. “Good boy. Now then... For this little car trip I'm going to wrap up your head just like I did with Arren like a nice little package. That sounds good, doesn't it? It will give you time to think about your mistakes without outside stimulation. Do you agree? Do you want me to do this?” His captor held up a half finished roll of tape and stared deeply into his eyes. Bobby gulped and eventually nodded 'yes' with tears in his eyes. “Ah, what a good boy. You're learning already.” A roll of pallet wrap nearby was quickly used to wrap all around Bobby's head giving him a fuzzy view of Mr Denton as the roll of tape was used to seal off his sight and the rest of his head besides his nose. He was a perfect silver package and utterly at the mercy of the teacher. Once a few more strips of tape tidied up his cocoon, Bobby felt himself being lifted off the floor and cradled in his teacher's arms. He felt each step out of the boiler room and could feel the cold air of the now night waiting outside the school, though he had no idea where they were being taken. Mr Denton whistled to himself as they went as if in good spirits. Soon he felt himself placed down into what he presumed was the seat – or boot - of a car and felt something moving next to him. Was it Arren inside his cocoon? It had to be. “There we go, boys,” their captor said in his gentle tone. “Don't worry about your clothes or anything else - I threw those into the boiler. It might not end well for Mr Smith if they search in there but that isn't our problem, is it?” The car engine started and soon they were on the move. The two cocooned boys rustled in the back occasionally banging against each other on tight turns. They could only sob inside their silver bindings having no idea what Mr Denton had planned for them. TO BE CONTINUED...