Tied Up, Stripped & Gang-Wrecked & Humiliated in Public at the Class Reunion By Deborah Cockram
Kaylie was on the verge of panic. She turned her shoulder toward the door and pushed – she heard a slight c***k, but the door did not give. She was afraid to push any harder, fearing she would break the plate glass, fall through a shower of breaking glass, rather than pop open the door.
She bumped an old, dusty waist-high trophy. It fell, knocking over several smaller trophies. Flashing lights spilled from the gym into the darkened hallway, the deep bass of the DJ music thrumming through the building. It would only be a matter of time before someone, maybe many people, spilled from the gym and saw her – naked, hands cuffed behind her, on display in the school trophy case.
Kaylie began to cry,
