I tighten the strap around their little wrists. “I told you- if you didn’t get your work done on time then you’d fight to the death.” I turn to the class. “What is this called, class?” “Actions and consequences.” “Right.” I hand each of the boys a knife. “Whoever is left alive gets another chance to do the math sheet. Go.” The class is screaming, I am shouting, the room is super charged with nervous excitement and mad lust. For a moment the boys stare, horrified, but in an instant their faces change and the first cut is made.