In the rare cases of the private enslavement penology system being practiced, the highly automated government is beginning to go overboard and soon decides to for example enslave worthless lowlives like yourself to more commendable citizen.

Ever since that's been going on, you live in constant fear. Naturally even this terrible thread isn't enough to motivate your lazy ass to perform well at school or contribute anything to the community. Actual enslavement cases are rare, still people begin to give you looks, some nasty, some pitying.

Some of the girls, now treat you even more like dirt, behaving as if they are only waiting for it to happen and really it should happen, shame it didn't happen. The class topper, a stuck-up beauty, named Jody, with a demand for perfection has even crossed the line and expressed her want for you to be dealt with openly, which really was only the latest way of showing her distaste for your person and it would have been terrible if she wasn't equally eager to show her ignorance to someone as insignificant as yourself.

So naturally, when P.E.P state official where sighted at school a murmur surged the yard, heads and eyes slowly turning towards you.

You felt like sinking. But general terror got a name, when you realized, the extend of the slave punishment, which would have you, a worthless lowlife serve the one person that has distinguished themselves the most in your surrounding... that would be Jody. You'd serve that bitch Jody. Oh, she'd take such pleasure from it at least for a day, to have you serve tea to her in recess before she went to the full extend of what she wanted of you, at which point you'd be off to Timbuktu to work in a mine, incapable to resist even there, via the government's shock brain chip.

You gasped Oh my god... You had heard of cases where the victims where even able to bring the slaves to commit suicide!

The first couple of days nothing happened. Jody was absent from school.

They are instructing her....

I heard there are special accommodations for slave owners...

They are advising her on what to do to me...

She has taken a couple of days of to celebrate...

Then one day a woman from the government approached you wearing that infamous P.E.P badge. A cute, middle aged, true office lady, petite, in a slick, black suit, short mahogany hair, tied back, signs of being severely overworked only an embellishing blemish.

She greats you and without giving further information she orders you to follow her.