Watching her video

Mrs. Taylor's smile doesn't reach her eyes as she asks, "Was it what you hoped for?" There's a hint of challenge in her voice, as if she's waiting for Larissa to admit she enjoyed it. But Larissa can't find the words. All she can do is nod, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She's lost her innocence in the most public and degrading way possible, and there's no going back.

Mrs. Taylor breaks the silence, holding up thr box with cards. She draws one with a flourish, revealing the letter 'E'. "E for Embarrassment," she says, her voice like a knife slicing through the air. "Who has had an embarrassing sexual experience they'd like to share?"

Anne's smile widens, and she steps closer to Larissa, her hand stroking her hair gently, almost like a lover. "Why don't you tell them, Larissa?" she asks for everyone to hear. "Tell them about your little video."

Larissa's eyes go wide with horror as the class gasps collectively. Rachel laughs, her voice echoing through the hall. "Oh, you didn't know?" she says, mock surprise on her face. "Our little Larissa here is a star in a Girls Gone Wild video."

Anne nods, her red hair bobbing with the motion. She pulls out her phone, the screen lighting up with the familiar logo of the infamous series. You can feel the blood drain from your face as Rachel does the same, passing it around the group of students. They lean in, watching the video with eager eyes.

Mrs. Taylor's gaze is cold, almost amused as she watches Larissa's humiliation play out on the small screen. "It seems we have a celebrity in our midst," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I suppose that's to be expected from a little slut like you."

Larissa's eyes are filled with unshed tears, her body trembling with a mix of anger, fear, and embarrassment. She's naked, used, and exposed in front of her peers, and now her darkest secret is laid bare for everyone to see. Mrs. Taylor's words are like salt in an open wound, but she doesn't protest. Instead, she turns away, her legs shaking as she tries to stand. Rachel laughs, the sound grating against your ears like nails on a chalkboard.

"You can go take a shower, Larissa," Mrs. Taylor says, her voice cold and uncaring. "I'm sure you're feeling a bit...soiled." The class snickers as Larissa leaves the sports hall, feeling lonely and used.