She can no longer breathe.
The air became heavy, and their gazes were like knives, tearing her dignity without mercy.
They approached slowly, their steps synchronized, their eyes never leaving her body.
One of them said in a hushed but poisonous voice:
"Let's see if she's as real as the picture..."
The second laughed lightly, while the third reached out to her.
She panicked. She spun her body around and ran.
Every cell in her screamed: Run!
But she didn't get far.
One of them grabbed the sleeve of her shirt, and the other deliberately blocked her step.
She fell.
Her chest and knees hit the ground, and she was breathless with panic and shame.
Their laughter grew louder as they surrounded her, their faces distorted with lust and mockery.
Suddenly, the air was broken by an angry voice:
"What's going on here?"
It was Mr. Alex's voice.
His stern tone shook the corridor like thunder.
The boys froze in place, immediately feigning innocence and taking a step back.
"We were joking with her, Professor, but she was crying by mistake..."
The professor gave them a look of disbelief, then looked at her.
She was still on the floor, her hands shaking and her tears flowing uncontrollably.
She didn't wait, she didn't think, she just got up quickly, pushing herself off the ground as if her life was on the line.
She ran.
She ran with everything she had, her tears racing with her steps, all she wanted was to leave..... To not be here... to not be her.
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