THIRD PERSON POV
TRIGGER WARNING!
Tucked away in the privacy of the third floor’s exclusive lavatory were five girls.
While the rest of the academy remained oblivious—lost in their own world of designer bags, hierarchies, and cheap gossip—something darker unfolded behind the deliberately locked door.
Something that left Trisha Adams sobbing in heart-wrenching, breathless gasps.
Stripped down to just her underwear—her favorite cartoon print—she tried to wrap her arms around her upper body, trembling from both the cold of the water poured on her and the fear of the situation she had been forced into.
“f*****g put those hands down!”
Indigo—Vera’s closest dog, or as some might prefer, best friend—fired the force of the handheld bidet at Trisha’s arms with an intensity that made it impo
