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Chapter 15 by HenryKajitani HenryKajitani

Does Anna dare to check the other room or take advantage of her privacy?

Check the other room

Anna pushed the trashcan back out of the way. She pulled and twisted herself to get out of her hiding place.

Huh? She isn't able to pull herself out. The horror of someone needing to help her get out inspires Anna to keep trying. She twists and turns again. She's managed to push the back of her shirt all the way over her head now.

Persistently pulling, Anna manages to get a leg onto the desk. Then she reaches her second leg up. Wait, what was the plan here? Now she's just upside-down with her front stuck to the wall. Anna was making a bizarre sight with her legs sticking out from behind the teacher's desk. There would be no way to explain what was going on to anyone if they were to see. Somehow, this only made Anna feel more invigorated.

She flailed her legs around and pushed against the floor and wall. Finally, the desk skidded forward. Anna slumped to the floor. Thin rays of light streaming through the closed blinds illuminated Anna's mostly nude body. She took in the wonderful feeling of her practically bare body pressed against the waxy tiles. Getting her fill, Anna stood up and corrected her shirt.

Fortunately, the classroom is still empty. Anna had calmed down slightly from the panic and physical exertion. Thinking more levelheaded (or as levelheaded as someone half naked in another classroom can), Anna decided to check out the other classroom.

Her bare feet pattered over to the storage room and she reopened the door to the pitch black room. She entered and let the door shut behind her. Anna groped around once again to search for the other door. She felt and probed her way around the room until she felt the heavy wooden door. She pressed the side of her head to the door and listened carefully.

She couldn't hear a sound. Does that mean the classroom is empty? Anna prepared herself mentally for opening the door. Her breathing was heavy and rapid. She was ready to bolt at a moments notice. She gripped the handle with one shaky and gave it an apprehensive turn. Gently, she cracked the door slightly open, hoping her luck would be as good as earlier.

What happens next?

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