Mary answers...

The classroom door clicked shut behind Emily as she stepped closer, her lips curling into a smirk. Mary’s breath hitched—her fingers trembled against the desk, knuckles whitening.

"You like this, don’t you?" Emily whispered, dragging a nail down the teacher’s blouse, slow, deliberate.

Mary’s cheeks burned. "I—" Her voice cracked. She swallowed, eyes darting to the floor. "Y-yes." The admission spilled out, hushed and shameful, her shoulders hunching as if the word itself weighed her down.

Emily’s laughter cut through the silence of the classroom—sharp, mocking, deliciously cruel. Mary flinched as if struck, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Pathetic,” Emily murmured, circling her like a predator, her fingers trailing over the chalkboard before snatching up the forgotten attendance sheet. “Did you really think no one would notice?”

Mary’s stomach twisted as the girl’s eyes flicked to the door—still closed, still locked. No escape.

Then, with deliberate slowness, Emily raised her phone, screen glowing.