The final lesson of the day was Religious Education. A waste of time by all accounts. Occasionally it was interesting, but having the class taught by a devout Christian meant the discussions were often one-sided. Today the teacher was reviewing the scientific evidence for creation. Mr Porter finally turned their attention to the football sitting in the centre of his table. The class had been wondering about its purpose since they piled in and took their seats. "Can anyone hazard a guess at how this ball came to be here?" he asked the class. "Erm... you put it there?" Cat said. "Any other guesses?" Mr Porter pressed. "That somebody else put it there," someone spoke up. "So we can agree that somebody put the ball on the table. Where would you place the mathematical probability that someone sat the ball on the table?" "One," Damien said. "Or

Sammy watched the captain of his own high-school basketball team from the window of his flat. The guy was hurting, that much was obvious. But did he deserve this level of punishment? He hated to admit it, but Mike's company hadn't been awful. Though he wasn't exactly sparkling with wit, there was something almost cute about him. A childlike innocence. And it wasn't as if the guy was unattractive. His body was near perfect; all in proportion and with tight, neat little muscles. 'I'm a pervert for noticing that,' Sammy scolded himself. To be fair, Mike had been checking him out almost constantly for the past few hours. He hadn't even been sneaky about it. The memory of Mike's eyes on his body caused his blood to rush in the opposite direction of his brain. He considered sacking off homework and relieving himself instead. Knock knock knock... The door creaked as his mother

*** Authors note - this chapter contains sexually explicit content *** When Damien turned to his computer, scrolling through his playlists to find a suitable song for such an occasion, Belle noted the pair of handcuffs hooked onto the back of his belt. 'Is he kinky, or is it all for show?' she wondered. Seeing his expression when he turned back to her, Belle guessed she was going to find out. He actually licked his lips as he stared down at her. "You know, I've thought a lot about what I'd like to do to you, but now I have the opportunity, I just..." Damien sighed. "I just don't know." As music began to play, Belle recognised the song. "Sellouts by Breathe California," she said. "This is like their only decent song, but it's really good." Damien's eyes narrowed as he nodded in agreement.

** Authors note - This chapter contains scenes of abuse ** When Jess met the others at their unofficial gathering point by the school gates, she almost fell over her own feet. Pausing to take in the unusual scene, she heard a scrape of feet as Ricky stopped beside her. "What the ever-living fuck?" he cried, echoing Jess's thoughts perfectly. "What?" Damien asked with a smirk. He scratched his face, jangling the metal chain that hung from the leash in his hand. On the other end of the leash was a girl. 'She's so beautiful,' Jess gasped. 'Is this Annabelle Ross?' With long, raven hair, skin like ivory and deep red lips, she was the living image of Snow White. Well... if Snow White were a fishnet wearing goth with tattoos and piercings. She knelt at Damien’s feet like a dog, weari

The light of the sun hurt Belle's eyes while the snow stung her knees. Due to the angle of the handcuffs, the only choices were to sit, kneel or crouch. Sitting was preferable, in terms of both dignity and pain levels, but the snow was beginning to melt and soak her skirt. Her heart sank as the bell rang and the playground flooded with the ruckus of teenagers shouting, shoving each other and kicking balls about. 'Please don't notice me,' she thought, trying to disguise herself behind a bush that was more like a fine collection of twigs. The only attention she wanted was Damien's. When a ball hit the gate, she heard the skid of trainers approaching and tried to ball herself up smaller. "What the heck," a boy cried. "What are you doing there?" With a defeated sigh, Belle unfurled herself and looked up at him. With a head of blonde curls, pink cheeks and dimples, he looked