Continue down the hall

As you continue on down the hall you try to make sense of things. "Where am I? How did I get here? What happened to Mia?". You worry about her, she is unable to cope by herself with her childish nature. You just hope she isn't here, imagining the cute girl in a place like this fills you with fear. After all she's still a virgin, she told you herself yesterday during the car ride as she innocently asked you if you had ever had sex before. You were astonished by this question, did she really believe someone your age, who has had multiple girlfriends could still be virgin? She turned out to be even more naive and childish than you had thought before. You can't stand the image of her being ravaged by some guy who just appeared out of a door like Alex.

You walk for several minutes, the entire time you haven't seen a single window or piece of furniture. You seem to be in a ridiculously long and completely empty hallway. The only reason you keep walking is because you hope behind that blinding light, another 30 feet down there will be something, a way out, another person or maybe your secretly hoping for another encounter like the one with Alex...

Suddenly another door opens to your right. You wait at first but when no one comes out you decide to enter. You slowly walk into the doorway and can't believe what you find inside. Its a perfect replica of your 6th grade classroom. You are now standing in the one of the places you hate the most. 6th grade was hard for you. Your family life was crumbling and your teacher Mrs. Winter hated and tormented you. Sure you deserved some of the detentions but she would suspend you for weeks at a time for the smallest things and would then make up some story for your parents to justify the harsh punishment. You partially blame her for their divorce. A faint whimper pulls you out of your thoughts. You freeze in disbelief as you see the origin of the whimper...

Mrs. Winter is laying on top of the teachers desk. Her legs and hands are tied down to the ground, her mouth is gagged. She's on her stomach with her big, and for her age very firm, breasts squeezed against the tabletop. Her large ass protrudes over the edge of the desk, she also is bare naked. It seems as though she is begging for your help, she doesn't seem to recognize you. Tears run down her face. You slowly approach her. On the table in front of her lie three "tools": a leather whip, a rope with a noose at one end and a life-size horse dick dildo. Hatred builds up inside of you as the memories rise back up. Dark thoughts start to race through your mind. How could you let this opportunity to punish and humiliate the person you hate so much slip...