Angela and Pam, Part 2

Angela and Pam
Part 2

Angela looked up at her mother as begging for mercy one last time. But, the 
cigarette was at once inserted into Angela's lips. Angela was more scared 
than angry, so she was afraid of not doing it right this time. She felt that 
her hand was twisted a bit harder while she prepared her drag, like Sarah 
was afraid of another attempt to resist from Angela. But Angela had 
surrendered. She closed her lips around the filter and pulled hard. The glow 
got yellow, and she opened her mouth and breathed in. She blew the smoke out 
after a few seconds, while staring into the table. Pam took away the rest of 
the tears from her daughters face, as to reward her beautiful drag. Pam and 
Sarah smiled to each other, while it was Pam's turn to take a drag, before 
she again inserted the cigarette into Angela's mouth. Angela didn't take the 
drag immediately, but was soon reminded of what she had to do, by Sarah who 
strengthened the grip a bit. It was like this drag was to satisfy the two 
strict ladies, because it was a quite powerful drag. She inhaled a big 
amount of smoke, and held it in longer than on the previous drags. She had 
to take three more drags before she was released, and went right into her 
room, shocked and dizzy from the nicotine. Pam didn't want to make her 
daughter sick, and even more negative towards smoking, so Sarah took both 
two and three pulls between Angela's puffs.
Pam breathed out in relief and got up and lit a cigarette. Sarah and Pam 
planned to be consequent and strict on the smoking, hoping that Angela would 
stop protesting as soon as possible. But they wanted to treat her nice as 
well, if not they would break her down completely. Luckily, Angela wasn't to 
self confident deep inside, behind her belief and image she had build up 
inside her Christian sect at school. If she had been maybe just a few years 
older, and just a bit stronger, this would be totally impossible, Pam 
figured out. Suddenly they heard crying from Angela's room. She had gotten 
time to understand what had happened. Sarah supposed Pam should go and talk 
to her. Pam came in, and sat down on Angela's bed. She tried to calm her 
down.
"Please, I don't want to smoke, why can't I decide that myself?"
Pam was in this moment pretty sure that Angela wouldn't make to much trouble 
for her from now. She enjoyed that fact so much that she couldn't hide her 
smile. She didn't demand her own freedom, but asked for it!
"Off course you are free to decide for yourself, and do whatever you want 
dear. But Sarah and I have decided that you should try smoking, and we will 
never go back on that decision. You must remember that also try to decide 
for me, when you judged me so hard for smoking, and that I don't believe in 
God. It wouldn't be fair either against myself or you to let you get away 
with all the pain you have given me. So we think that you really owe us to 
try smoking, and then you can decide what to do, if you will continue or 
not". All the while she stroke her daughter, even though Angela tried to 
push her away. "Now I will go to the shop and buy something for dinner" said 
Pam and hurried out of the room.
Pam knew that she was brainwashing her daughter, and using power that she 
should not use. But she thought that it was much better than the religious 
brainwashing, and deep inside, she hoped that she would make Angela go away 
from the sect, which she had if she smoked. She wanted her daughter to live 
a free life, which she had done herself. She had maybe been to free, there 
had been a lot of different sex partners through the years, and sometimes 
Angela had waken up hearing strange sounds from people that were having a 
pleasant time. Pam thought that this might have been the reason that Angela 
had turned the opposite way. , living like a puritan.

Surprisingly, Angela came out for dinner in the evening, after being in the 
room the whole day after the smoking session. Angela didn't say anything 
during dinner, but she didn't send the ladies too many bad looks. All in all 
it was peaceful. When they were finished Sarah gathered the plates, but 
didn't leave the table. She took up her cigarettes, offered one for Sarah 
and gave her a light. She took one herself, before passing the pack to 
Angela, along with the lighter. Angela gave her mother an empty look, but 
she didn't care at all.
"The best is that you just do it yourself, so we don't have to break your 
arm twice", said Sarah jokingly. Angela looked more puzzled than ever. She 
felt the irritation inside her, but she wasn't sure if they were right or 
not. She remembered the pain from earlier that day, and she had actually 
gotten a bit of respect for especially Sarah, even though she was beginning 
to hate her. She directed the frustration inward because of her unconfidence 
in the situation. She prayed to God that he would forgive her smoking, and 
that he would make her mother go back on this terrible decision to force 
Angela to smoke, with physical and psychological power. She also prayed that 
her mother would soon detect God. Angela was actually afraid of her mother, 
because she knew very well what happened to people who didn't believe in 
God. She had read about how he differentiated between the believers, and all 
the people who had turned their back against him. She was worried about all 
the people in the world who went straight down in hell. But she was so happy 
that she had found the right way. She slowly took the pack of cigarettes and 
fumbled out a Marlboro light 100. Pam and Sarah watched her with the eyes of 
a falcon. Angela put the cigarette to her mouth with one hand, held it 
there, and tried to work the lighter to life with her other hand. She lit 
the cigarette, but didn't take a drag. She took the cigarette away from her 
little mouth. Pam smiled and placed the ashtray on the centre of the table, 
within Angela's reach. Angela waited so long as possible before taking a 
drag. She thought they wouldn't harm her immediately. Pam kicked Angela in 
the leg under the table, raised her eyebrows and nodded against the 
cigarette in Angela's hand. Angela raised the cigarette to her lips and took 
her first drag on her own. She was not very professional, but she did what 
she was expected to do, inhaling the smoke. Pam let Angela use long time on 
the cigarette. Taking in all about seven drags. Both Pam and Sarah were able 
to finish two cigarettes during this time. Angela felt dizzy again, and she 
was allowed to go to her room. Pam and Sarah kept on smoking and talking.

Pam decided that it was enough with about eight drags on the first 20 
cigarettes. The most important thing was to make her inhale each and every 
drag. She would have few problems with keeping control of her daughters 
smoking, since they would both have free together in at least three weeks, 
before Pam had to work again. She was taking different kinds of small jobs, 
like washing. The thing is, that Pam had still a lot of money after her 
husband, Angela's father, died twelve years ago. But she found it important 
to have something to do, and she enjoyed washing.
The next day, it was time for Angela to smoke three times, even though she 
didn't want to smoke ever so much. Sarah would come over for lunch, in case 
Angela would try to protest again. Pam couldn't both hold Angela and at the 
same time force her to smoke all on her own.
Angela lay in her bed, and didn't want to go up. She decided to sleep until 
12 at least. She tried to figure out what was happening here. I am being 
forced to smoke she thought. That cannot be legal. I know I have been 
impolite to my mother for smoking, but she is really going to far. I have my 
own life, and no way that nicotine is going to be a part of it! She felt 
dirty and full of sin about the fact that she had smoked two times. She 
could never, ever say to anyone, anymore:" I have never tried smoking". And 
it wouldn't make sense to say: "I have never tried smoking by free will", 
even though that was true. What can I do, Angela thought. Should I tell my 
friends? Actually she felt so much shame about it all, that she didn't want 
to tell anyone. Maybe the best is to smoke this summer and then quit on the 
first school day. That will be the smallest problem. Smoke smelt so bad, and 
felt so bad in her body. Oh God, why is this happening to me?
Angela cried in her bed for almost an hour. She sobbed silently, because she 
didn't want to see her mother's face in a long time. But she knew she would. 
She felt to sleep again, but woke up by the doorbell. She heard Sarah's 
happy voice in the corridor.

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