Her attackers

The door flies open, and Vanessa's eyes widen as she sees the one of the boys enter the room and switch the light on.

"There she is!" Shouted the boy, "Come on in.".

"Just like Patricia said, a whore like her would just try to hide" sneers the other boy as he enters in the room.

Vanessa is terrified, she's been running from her problems all day but now it seems she's backed into a metaphorical corner. She moves to the actual corner of the room and yells at the two boys with tears in her eyes

"What do you psychos want from me!"

"That's simple." Starts one boy. "We're here to defend the honor of Patricia. She's always doing her best to look her best, yet here you are, not trying at all and yet still having a better figure, distracting the other boys, bringing all the attention to yourself like the whore you are."

"Yeah, and we're here to take you to her so we can break you like the slut you are." Chimes in the other

Usually in a situation like this, Vanessa would be trapped, unable to protest, but for once, she can actually speak, so she does.

"Do you actually think I wanted this?!" She says gesturing towards her massive sweaty breasts, tears beginning to roll down her eyes. "I just wanted to be a normal student, a normal person, I buy the baggiest clothes I possibly can, I never try to do my makeup, I just try to blend in. But no matter where I am, there always has to be someone like you to make me into something I'm not. You're not even the first people today to try and violate me. You do it because you think I'm a slut, well news flash, I'm a virgin!" She yells with her eyes shut, fists clenched.

A feeling of silence washes over the room, Vanessa hopes that this will provide some relief, unfortunately an even more sinister smile washes over both of the boys' faces.

"Well then, I guess we're gonna have to break you and deflower you" he says

Vanessa freezes, worried now that she has nowhere to go. Her safety is fully compromised, and she just wants to make sure she isn't in the end. She looks around her, trying to find some way to get out of this. She sees a few options, a chair, a pair of scissors, and a blunt vase.