Seek outside help

You waited until Emma's back was turned during study hall to slip the carefully folded note into Dr. Hartman's briefcase. The psychology teacher's kind eyes and reputation for protecting students had given you the last shred of hope.

Your handwriting had been deliberately messy to mask its origin:

"Help me. Room 14 after lights out. They're making me—"

You couldn't bring yourself to finish the sentence.

The Trap

At 10:03 PM, the door creaked open. But it wasn't Dr. Hartman who entered.

Emma stood silhouetted in the doorway, your note pinched between her fingers. Behind her, Dr. Hartman's familiar briefcase dangled from Claire's grip.

"Sweet of you to try," Emma murmured, clicking the lock on your chastity cage remote. The sudden vibration made you whimper. "Now let's discuss real consequences."