Sitting at an electrologist station, I said, "Remove only what is needed. I'll shave the rest. I don't want to lose my entire beard."
The operator looked at Mrs. Roberts, who looked me straight in my eyes. her head inches away. "I may have been wrong dearie," she snarled. "We don't work to your directions, you do what we tell you to do, understand?"
"Wait a minute," I defended myself. "It's my face..."
Before I could finish, she grabbed my arms, pulled me from the chair, ripped down my shorts, and wrapped me over her knees. "We will come to an understanding now!" She began raining blows on my rear-end with a handy brush. "You will do whatever we tell you to do, no questions, no back talk, no resistance, understand?" The blows continued as I tried desperately to get up from this humiliating position. "Understand?" she reiterated.
"I'm a guest here..." I attempted to explain.
"You are a student!" she corrected. "You will comply with my orders or there will be consequences."
"I want to leave this crazy place!" I demanded, the blows still descending. "No debt is worth this!"
"You cannot leave until we allow you to leave!" she growled. "You signed the forms. You stay until we are finished with you!"