You leave, with much to think about

You ease the door open silently and slip through it, shutting it behind you. You quickly retrace your steps, climbing the stairs and leaving the building, your mind whirling with the memory of what you just witnessed.

As you walk back to your cottage you try to make sense of it. Evidently you've stumbled on some kind of secret society or sorority, but more than that you cannot explain. The 'reprimand' of Chanel seems ****, even by the old standards of hazing, and you wonder if you should report it.

But to who? Besides the girl Chanel you have no idea who the other participants were, and for all you know one of them could have been Headmistress Naylor. In any event you'd have to explain what you were doing prowling about and watching the ravishment by dildo of a student. It's not a path you want to walk down, at least not with more information.

You climb the stairs to your bedroom, realising that the walk you intended to ease your insomnia has only given your mind more to fret over. You undress and fall into bed, hopeful of sleep but expecting none.