The iron door shut with a loud thud and the key made a rusty screech as it turned in the lock, leaving the boy in the dark. The only thing he could hear was the headmaster’s footsteps receding towards the basement stairs. Eventually even those faded, leaving the boy alone with his thoughts.
“How long are you going to leave the boy there this time?” The clerk asked the headmaster.
“As long as it takes to sophronize him. We can’t have hooligans like him disrupting our society.”
“Wouldn’t beating it into him be faster?”
“Perhaps, but that’s far too tiresome.”