Accept your future as Alexandra's butt-monkey.

You've been captured, but you're not close to letting your guard down. Years of experience weigh on you, and you can't think of Alexandra as anything but a potential threat. Each time you felt those deep green eyes on you from across your shared desk, it's like you're a fresh piece of meat to her, ripe for the devouring. And thanks to the small desk forcing you to squeeze together, your devourer is pretty much on top of you.

There are overtures coming from her all day. The passing of an extra eraser, without expecting anything in exchange. The unsolicited help with a mathematical problem you were doing fine with anyway. The gentle smiles from across the hall when you're eating lunch, isolating yourself for fear of what might happen if you were to eat together. It's clear to you. This is all just a play to make you more **** before she swoops in and breaks you. Just like all the others.

And “Call me Alex”. No way that's happening. The more you think of Alexandra as a potentially decent person, the worse it'll hurt when she shows her true colours,

The day passes even slower than usual, your dread of what's to come dragging every hour like it's stretching out the clock with its claws. But, eventually the end of the afternoon’s final class masks the voices of self-doubt with the sound of bags being packed and idle chatter. You at last let yourself breathe as you get out of your seat, looking to retreat to your dorm where you can be safe for now. Maybe you believe for a second that you've somehow escaped the first day without being anyone’s victim… until you feel a soft hand grabbing on to yours from behind.

Oh no. This, after all that buildup, is how it begins. This is how Alexandra welcomes you to hell.

“Hey, there’s something I wanted to say to you. There’s an old classroom right next to this one. No one’s using it… We can talk there, right?”

Any attempt to fight back is ruined by the dread paralysing you, and you find yourself once again being dragged around by the taller woman. Now alone in a different classroom, with Alexandra at your front, and a wall at your back, you've resigned yourself to your fate, begging whatever powers may guide this world to at least be gentle with you.

“You know… a lot of girls were looking at you all day. Thinking about the plans they’ve got for you. Well, looks like I won… and I’ve got you all to myself…”

Your breath freezes in your throat. You're left powerless to stop any **** that will be invested upon you as Alexandra makes her first move…

…unbuttoning her shirt?