A TV and a video of Marie

Marie follows her high school principal through his house. She was disturbed to discover this sparse room he kept her locked in was in the basement.

"Right this way," he says, leading her up the stairs.

They exit the basement stairwell and turn into the parlor, where there's a massive television hanging on the wall. "Please, have a seat, Marie." He pats the spot next to him on the loveseat. Reluctantly, the student takes a seat.

"When I came across you in my backyard you were clutching your mobile. After helping you get inside and comfortable downstairs I asked you for your password so I could look up contact information. You were kind enough to mumble it to me right before completely passing out. I have to say, Marie, I was worried sick to ****. I thought the college boys had taken advantage of you. Well," he says turning on the television, "this video showed me I was wrong." The screen flickers to life, and there's an image of Marie drunkenly smiling into the camera on her knees and buck naked. "I always thought you were such a good girl, Marie. So sweet."

The student lifts her legs up off the floor and curls up tight on the couch. She tilts her head forward so her hair falls in front of her face and she feels hidden. She still doesn't remember anything from last night and doesn't want to know.

"Here we go," Mr. Marcon says, pushing play on her phone, which he's connected to the TV by Bluetooth.