NO! NO, THIS COULD NOT BE HAPPENING! As if the lesson had not been bad enough so far, his self-proclaimed greatness Lord Borr had started to vomit all over the place, too! Marina squeezed herself into a corner, pressed both her hands over her mouth and nose and looked resolutely at the wall, trying to think of someting beautiful. Tears started to run down her face and she started to rock forewards and backwards. Her head hit the wall every few seconds.
Something hit her back, something warm and liquid, that started to soak through her clothes. She tried to think of something beautiful. Her head hit the wall.