She will try!

The final class of the day is a gauntlet of humiliation. The room is packed, and the whispers of anticipation are palpable. As Abigail walks in, every eye is on her, feasting on her vulnerability. The professor, a stern woman with a cruel twist to her lips, looks her up and down before speaking. "You've made quite the spectacle of yourself today," she says, her voice dripping with contempt. The room erupts in laughter, and Abigail feels like the air is being squeezed from her lungs. The lesson is a blur as she sits, hunched over, trying to make herself as small as possible. The students seem to have forgotten she's a person, treating her more like a curiosity than a classmate. When the professor calls on her to answer a question, she can't even find her voice. She's lost all hope, feeling like a ragdoll thrown into a cage of hyenas. The laughter is a cacophony of pain, each giggle a dagger to her soul. The tears come, hot and unbidden, and she's powerless to stop them. She's done. She can't take any more of this. As the class ends, she gathers her things, her body shaking with a mix of anger and despair. She knows she won't return to class tomorrow, not after all this.

In a heartbeat, the two girls from the morning materialize before her, their faces twisted into malicious grins. They've gathered a crowd of eager spectators, all eager to watch the emo girl's downfall. "Look who's still trying to be the star of the college," one of them sneers, her eyes raking over Abigail's exposed body with a mix of disgust and amusement. The group of students closes in around her, their whispers turning to taunts as they mock her for her nudity. Abigail feels the color drain from her face, her heart hammering in her chest like a trapped bird. She tries to shrink away, to disappear into the floorboards, but there's no escape. The humiliation is complete, the circle of tormentors closing in tighter and tighter. She's never felt so small, so powerless. The tears stream down her cheeks as she stands there, naked and on display, the butt of everyone's jokes. She wants to scream, to lash out, but she's paralyzed by the weight of their derision. The words cut deeper than any knife, slicing through her soul and leaving her feeling like nothing more than a pathetic, humiliated mess.

The two bullies spring into action. She struggles, her eyes wide with panic, but they're too strong. They hoist her to her feet, their laughter echoing down the hallway like the caw of a flock of crows. The crowd of students parts like the Red Sea, creating a path for the cruel procession. They parade her through the university, her bare feet slapping against the cold, hard floor. She's the center of a macabre parade, her dignity left behind in the dust. The whispers and stares are a living tapestry of her degradation, each face a reminder of her failure. Her resolve is in tatters, her hope a distant memory. As they near the exit, she sees the entire university watching, a sea of faces blurred by her tears. She feels like she's drowning in their laughter, unable to escape the prison of her own skin. The cool breeze of the outside world kisses her nakedness, and she knows there's no turning back.

The two bullies continue to lead Abigail all across the sprawling university campus. Her bare feet tread upon the unforgiving asphalt, the heat from the ground searing her soles as they pass by various academic buildings and the bustling student union. She's a spectacle, a human billboard of embarrassment for all to see. The crowd of students swells, a conga line of cruelty that stretches out behind her. The laughter and jeers are a symphony of humiliation, each step a crescendo in this terrible dance. They take her to the most public spaces, the quad, the library, the gym, ensuring that no corner of the school remains untouched by her mortification. The world seems to shrink around her, the buildings closing in as if to watch the spectacle more closely. She can't help but feel like a trapped animal, her eyes darting from face to face, seeking just one shred of kindness amidst the sea of mockery.

Abigail is dragged into the center of the bustling campus, her skin sticky with sweat and fear. She's never felt so exposed, so utterly ****. The students gather around her, their phones held high, capturing every moment of her humiliation. The whispers have turned into a roar, a cacophony of voices that feel like they're tearing her apart from the inside out. She looks around desperately, her eyes pleading for someone, anyone, to help her. But all she sees are smirks and sneers, the gleam of camera lenses and the cold, hard stares of those who used to be her peers. The bullies revel in her distress, their cruel grins a stark contrast to the anguish etched into her features. She feels the weight of hundreds of eyes on her, a crushing pressure that makes it hard to breathe. Her mind is a blur of panic and despair, and she can't seem to form coherent thoughts.

Her chest heaves with sobs, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She can't take it anymore. The whispers and stares have become too much to bear. Her eyes dart around the crowd, searching for an escape, for someone to save her from this hell. "I can't," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Please, I can't do this." She's never felt so small, so utterly powerless. The thought of enduring another second of this public shaming is like a knife twisting in her gut. She feels like she's going to shatter into a million pieces under their collective gaze.

Her nipples are hard and painfully sensitive, standing erect from the cold air and the constant stares. Her breasts ache with each step, the weight of their own shame a heavy burden. She tries to keep her arms crossed over her chest, a futile attempt at modesty in this sea of vulgarity. The two girls continue to lead her through the throngs of students, their grips on her arms like vice grips, reminding her that she's not in control. She can't help but feel a deep sense of violation, her body on display for the world to see.

She breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling with the effort of trying to hold herself together. The sensation between her legs is one of heightened sensitivity, her clit throbbing with every step she takes. The air feels electric against her skin, a constant reminder of her vulnerability. Her pussy is wet, a traitorous response to the fear and arousal that's flooding her system. She tries to keep her legs tightly closed, but the slickness makes it difficult, and she can feel the wetness seeping down her thighs. She's never felt so exposed, so utterly at the mercy of others' whims. Her cheeks burn with a blush that's more than just embarrassment; it's a conflagration of mortification and anger. She's lost in a whirlwind of emotion, unsure how to navigate this new, terrifying landscape. Until today, she had never been naked in front of others.

A sudden jolt of pain shoots through her as one of the bullies yanks her arm, forcing her to walk faster. The unexpected movement causes a delicious friction between her thighs, and she can't hold back the whimper that escapes her lips. The sensation builds, a crescendo of pleasure that feels so wrong in this sea of humiliation. She tries to fight it, but her body betrays her. She feels the beginnings of an orgasm, the muscles in her stomach tightening as she's dragged through the crowd. The laughter and taunts are a symphony of degradation, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. And then, it hits her, the most intense orgasm of her life, a silent scream in a world of cacophony. She gasps, her knees buckling slightly, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. She can't believe it. She's climaxing in front of the entire university, and there's not a damn thing she can do to stop it. The bullies' grins widen, their grip on her arms letting go as they realize what's happening. The crowd's whispers grow louder, more insistent. She's lost all control, her body a traitor to her soul. And as the last tremor subsides, she feels a new emotion rising within her: defiance. If this is what they want, then they can have it. She'll give them the show of their lives. She'll make them remember.

With a trembling hand, she reaches between her legs, her fingertips grazing the slick wetness that's pooled there. She can feel the eyes of the crowd on her, a thousand silent judges watching her every move. But she's beyond caring now. She's a live wire of humiliation and anger, and she's going to use that energy to survive this. She rubs herself, the sensation a stark contrast to the coldness of the day. Her eyes flutter shut as the pleasure builds, her hips rocking slightly in time with her movements. The bullies look on, their smirks turning to shock as they realize what she's doing. But she doesn't stop. She can't. Her body is a battleground, and she's going to claim victory, no matter the cost. The crowd gasps, some students averting their eyes, others leaning in for a closer look. She can feel the pressure building, her breath hitching in her throat. And then, she's there. Her body arches, a moan echoing through the campus. The bullies' eyes are wide with disbelief. She opens her eyes and looks directly into the sea of faces, her own expression a mask of challenge. She lets out a shaky exhale, her body slowly coming back down to earth. The whispers and laughter continue, but there is also shock and disbelief.

The crowd disperses slowly, the spectacle over. Abigail stands there, trembling, her dignity in tatters. She's never felt more alone, more exposed. But as she looks around, she sees a few faces that aren't laughing. Some are shocked, others look away in discomfort. But a few, a very few, hold her gaze with a look that isn't pity, but something closer to respect. It's a small victory, but it's enough to get her through the rest of the day. She gathers her artwork, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes still upon her, and heads back to the safety of her dorm. The walk home is a blur, the cold air a balm on her fevered skin. When she reaches her room, she collapses onto her bed, the fabric rough against her sensitive flesh. She'll find a way to turn her embarrassment into strength, to show them all that she's not just the emo girl they can push around. And with that thought, she drifts off into a fitful sleep, her mind racing with the beginnings of a new determination.