Suddenly, the Village Guard burst into the classroom with spears readied. Iron binders clamped shut over Miss Fallow’s wrists as they arrested her quickly. Startled, she tried to back away, but the guard just put her spear to the teacher’s throat
“What are you doing? I haven’t done anything…. I’m not a lesbian… I’m fetiile…. The school board is having me deflowered next month - I have the paperwork…” she defended against everything she could think of.
“We’re not taking you for that… we’re here about your dereliction of you teaching duties… None of your students are passing their subjects… and you know what that means..
“Oh gods no… no … anything but that… Nonononononono.” please just kill me….”
“Come along now… Don’t resist… or things will be…. Worse for you.”
The guard motioned her along, as more of their kind flowed into the room, each of them holding kiddy sized binders in their hands.
That bright and sunny day, a class full of 30 kids who society had just deemed as being worthless was dragged kicking and screaming down through main street in front of the bustling market crowds.
Today was their execution day.