G'day boys and girls, today's story is about a girl who just wanted people to acknowledge her...
"Rebecca was never one of the popular ones.
Sure, she had a few friends, but the older she got the less they became. They sorta avoided her, even up to the point of refusing to answer the phone whenever she called.
"But Rebecca never complained. It was probably her fault, she was a little wierd in her ways, it was probably her fault.
"School wasn't much better either. Somehow, everybody seemed to hate her. The jocks, the cheerleaders, the popular ones... everyone seemed to bully her on a daily basis. Sometimes it was just random insults, at rare occasions they'd get physical, like bump into her or even hurting her when no one was looking.
Even the nerds seemed to hate her. She thought she'd fit in, but all the nerds at her school was of the hostile kind. Like, if she didn't know what a 'D20' was they'd just sneer and insult her intelligence and such, which wasn't true because she considered herself fairly intelligent.
"But Rebecca never complained. It was her fault, she shouldn't have come on so strong and think they'd accept her right away, it was her fault.
"She often wondered if her lack of hobbies was what made her an outcast. She enjoyed reading, particularly detective and fantasy-stories, but not much else. I mean, all the others had various exciting hobbies (at least she thought so, she never dared to ask and they all seemed so happy when talking about various... things), and she just had... books.
"But Rebecca never complained. It was her fault, she'd chose to read books while other was out making friends, it was her fault.
But then, one recess when some of the cheerleaders was mocking her choice of books, she had an epiphany, an insight of sort. It all started when one of the cheerleaders hit her over the head with one of her Terry Pratchett-books. 'Get a life, cuntface, or at least a new hobby' she'd laughed and then they were of to class. It was as she lay there rubbing her head that she finally realized it. A new hobby, yes, that would give her inner peace at last. Books weren't enough, she knew now what she wanted to do. She'd show them all how smart she really was.
"She started out small. A jock isn't very smart after all, right? Their all muscles and no brain. She was right, it was a relatively simple trap. She'd even thought of a good place to keep her locked up. No one ever went to the old toolshed after the last janitor was comitted to an asylum. It was perfect, near the school, but distant enough so that no one would... interrupt.
Rebecca remembered the 'incidents' in the locker rooms, the ones that had made her cut gymclasses the past few weeks just so she could avoid the locker room. She'd stripped the jock down to her unmentionables, she thought it'd be a delightful irony.
"She could barely contain herself, the next one was almost just as simple. the act of removing most of their clothing became a theme, sort of like an Ode to Humiliation. And everytime they woke up, they'd see all the other's squirming and moaning through their gags, each one another testament to her brilliant strategic mind.
"And then they'd complain about being tied up. and then they'd complain about not having any clothes on. And then they'd complain about the gag, until a big piece of cloth finally shut her goddamn fucking mouth, and then they'd complain about hanging upside down...
"As I said, Rebecca never complained. I wish she had sometimes, maybe then she could've lead a normal life by now."