Victim: Continue to school, dressed in the "slut" shirt
From Create Your Own Story
You walk into school with as much dignity as possible, trying to ignore to stairs lears you are getting from men and women alike.
Realising your crush is about to see you, you quickly slip into a random classroom. Maths, you think, judging by the chalkboard covered in numbers.
"What do we have here." A voice snears from behind. You tern and in the doorway is Biff. A senior and a bully. "I don't know Biff, looks like a slut to me." This is from one of his friends as they poor into the room.
Their must be nearly a dozen of them, including the two guarding the door, the four blocking the shadeless windows, leaving the other six to surround you, some standing, others leaning or sitting on desks.
"I am not a slut!" You shout indignantly, stamping your foot. Despite this show of confidence, you can feel the fear rising within you.
"Oh, yes you are," chuckles Biff, eliciting a laugh from the other boys. Biff puts a hand up your baggy slut shirt, placing it on your thigh. His other hand plays with a strand of your hair as he whispers in your ear; "now prove me right and bend over that desk like the good little slut you are."
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