"I could do nothing but watch as he slammed the lid to the chest shut, trapping me in that small, cramped, box. The wood was very hard and I couldn't even take a nap like he suggested. I had nowhere to go... To add insult to injury, he padlocked the chest shut and put heavy cinderblocks on top to be positive I couldn't get out. I then pondered his words... Then it hit me. He was looking for someone to capture. I had always been known as the most attractive student in Black Lake High, and this was why I was his target. This whole thing was to make me feel weak... To humiliate me... To make me look stupid... To give me a title I never even wanted: The Queen of Humiliated Weaklings. As all this sunk in, I began to cry. I couldn't help it, it was all too much... If someone found me, I'd look stupid. If I was stuck here, I'd not have a future besides being known as the weakling who was trapped in a chest with nothing but her underwear and a panty-crown. Let this be a lesson to you all: Don't bully, because you may make someone feel bad. Besides, I managed to get a pretty great life after escaping... Didn't I?"