The locked classroom on the third floor of the old college building felt smaller than usual, the afternoon sun filtering weakly through the dusty curtains. The three seniors—Alex, Jake, and Ryan—circled Mia like predators who had finally cornered their prey. Their heavy cologne mixed with the faint smell of chalk and wooden benches, creating an atmosphere thick with tension and barely restrained hunger. Mia stood in the center, her heart hammering against her ribs, clutching the strap of her bag as if it could somehow protect her.

Alex, the tallest and most commanding of the three, stepped forward first. He hooked two fingers under her chin and tilted her face up, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushed her lower lip almost gently, a cruel contrast to the darkness in his eyes.