The scene is interrupted

Josh’s hand remained pressed against Sabrina’s sex, and his other hand was still on her breast, possessing her in a stillness charged with dominance. Sabrina’s silent tears fell onto the stage floorboards while Mr. Miller watched, holding his breath, captivated by the brutal veracity of the scene. Suddenly, the school’s internal bell broke the sickening spell, announcing the official end of extracurricular activities.

The sound cut through the oppressive air like a knife. The illusion shattered instantly; Josh and Laura pulled their hands away from Sabrina’s body with a quickness that was almost guilty. Mr. Miller, disoriented, praised the "immersive work" in a strained voice before finally realizing the **** reality of the situation.

"You can... go get dressed. Rehearsal is... over."

But there was nothing to put on. The rags of the Roman tunic, which were already mere scraps at the start of the scene, had been torn away with such **** that they were now nothing more than useless threads and fragments scattered on the floor. While the others gathered their things, avoiding looking at the center of the stage, Sabrina remained alone and kneeling, her body completely naked and burning from the memory of the **** contact. The bell hadn't saved her; it had only postponed the inevitable: having to face the outside world, carrying the void of what had happened on her exposed skin.

The silence in the empty auditorium grew heavy. Sabrina, with the SPQR marks glowing on her flesh and the cold seeping into her bones, understood that she couldn't take the public bus; to board like that—naked, covered in dust, and with the brands visible—was a nausea her psyche could not bear. She didn't have money for a taxi either.

Her gaze, clouded by tears, landed on Leo, the lighting boy who had always been kind. He was her only, and most humiliating, possibility. With a superhuman effort, Sabrina stood up, with nothing to hide her belly, her breasts, or the ownership marks engraved on her pubis and buttocks. She walked wobbling toward him, feeling the cold wood under her bare feet.

Leo looked up and seemed to run out of breath seeing her like that, in a state of absolute vulnerability, her skin dirty with dust and marked by the deep red of the seals.

"Leo..." she whispered in a raspy voice, swallowing hard as the pain burned her throat. "Could you... give me a ride home in your car?"

The question hung between them, loaded with all the shame and helplessness of a woman who no longer possessed her clothes or her own dignity.