⚠️️ TRIGGER WARNING:
SEXUAL ASSAULT AND MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ABUSEKnock-Knock
The penny colored door clicked open.
As she cautiously stepped into the room,
Mei formally greeted the elderly lady with a 45° bow.
"Good morning, Mineko-Sensei.. May I leave this phone to you for you to confiscate?"A strident, shrill, and crotchety-sounding voice answered.
"To whom does it belong to?""To the new transfer student.. Yuzu Aihara." she responded quietly.
"Leave it here." the old lady gestured towards a wooden basket on the coffee table in front of her.Wasting no time, she rose from her bow, moving closer to place Yuzu's phone in the empty basket. It was empty because very few students would have their phone confiscated.. either because they're 'law-abiding citizens', or because they've adapted to tactics that work around getting away with a ton the strict all girls academy wouldn't allow.
"..I'll report that she has broken several school rules and regulations, I'm leaving her in your hands, Sensei." Mei avoided direct eye-contact since if done with your superiors it's considered disrespectful.
A brief silence filled the room's already tense atmosphere as Mei waited in apprehension. The air was so heavy, she swore she would die right now and right here in this very gas chamber from obvious chemical intoxication.
"I'll be taking my leave, miss."
With a 35° bow, she exited the gas chamber- I mean, Mineko's room.Once she was a good few steps away from that room, she stood still to catch her breath. She didn't realize she was holding her breath that entire time in there, it became a subconscious habit. She was careful not to get under the skin of the very easily agitated and grouchy matronly dame.
She checked the hallway's clock.
8:25AM
If she didn't want to be late for class, she'd have to get there now. And quick. She and the other council members have to do their morning rounds in a matter of 5 minutes. She quickened her pace- which seemed to pick up a faster speed by the second.THUD
Stepping back, she lowered herself into a bowing position, apologizing profusely to whoever she bumped into. A man scoffed. Afore Mei could rise from her bowing position to excuse herself, she was aggressively grabbed by the shoulders and pushed against the wall before being pinned in placed by somebody much taller than her.Lifting her head, she was about to reproach about how wildly inappropriate that was- until she properly saw the figure who just pinned her against the wall.
"Why the deer caught in headlights look, my beloved?" Amamiya spat mockingly.
"..Amamiya-"
"That's sir to you!" he shouted, interrupting her.
"Sir, please. I have somewhere to be in a matter of minutes.." Mei's voice grew smaller, feeling entirely powerless.
"You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you." he licked his lips.With one hand, Amamiya grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes, while the other roughly held her in place by the shoulders. Just as he was about to lean in, tears started trickling down Mei's cheeks while her eyes were screwed shut.
He glared at her with a look of disdain and annoyance.
"Fucking whore."
Mei slowly opened her eyes halfway. Tightening his grip on her chin and shoulder, he snarled,
"As soon as your classes are done and whatever else 'business' you have here, you'd better be by the courtyard and you're not going home until I'm done with you. Got it?"
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