Ezra Martinez

Mr. Martinez was a creepy teacher. He tended to leer at the girls in his classes, but no one had ever gotten any proof, and at Ravenwood High School, the faculty was always considered to be in the right, no matter what they did.

There were 30 students in his first period, only 12 of them female, as the rest of the girls managed to transfer out of his class. The boys in his class were always early, and the girls knew what could happen if they were late.

Just a second before the bell rang, Hailey darted into the classroom, panting as she rushed to an empty seat. Grace, however, was tardy.

Mr. Martinez ignored Grace's frantic apologies and pleas for forgiveness. He smirked at her cruelly and let out a scoff. The 18-year-old fell silent, her eyes widening slightly as she realized her situation. She had heard stories about him, as had most girls at the school, but she had hoped he wouldn't be that bad.

"Strip," Mr. Martinez commanded coldly. He was glad he could demonstrate his punishment on the first day. Grace gasped, fear filling her eyes. "Please, no!" Grace begged. "Please don't make me do this!" The teacher chuckled darkly, eliciting perverted grins from the boys and fearful whispers from the girls. "If you resist," Mr. Martinez responded, "you will do this every day this week."

Grace backed toward the door, trying to escape, only to find that a boy who sat near the door had closed it.

Tears filled the girl's eyes as she realized there was no escape. She hears the sadistic chuckle of the teacher. "I consider trying to escape a form of resistance. Get out of your shirt, or I'll ask some boys to help you."