The locker room smells of sweat and chlorine as you push open the door. Your eyes immediately find Jasmine - her cheerleading uniform still on, the red and white fabric stretched tightly across her athletic frame. Her usual confident posture is gone, replaced by a rigid tenseness that makes your chest tighten. You spot Brad, the football captain, first - shirtless and wearing only his gray boxers, his muscular chest glistening with sweat. The other players form a loose circle around him, their smirks making your blood boil.

"Come on, princess," Brad says, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Don't be shy. You know you want this." He reaches for Jasmine's face, but she flinches away, her lower lip trembling. The fluorescent lights catch the tear tracks on her cheeks, and something primal awakens inside you.

"I said I'd help clean up," Jasmine's voice wavers, but there's steel beneath the fear. "Not this." She tries to step around him, but one of the other players blocks her path, his hand lingering too long on her arm. That's when you notice the anger radiating off her - not just fear, but white-hot rage at being violated.

The sound of a locker slamming echoes through the room as Brad shoves Jasmine against the metal, his body pressing hers against the cold surface. "You're in our territory now," he growls, his hand sliding toward the hem of her tiny skirt. "And we take what we want." Jasmine's eyes meet yours across the room, wide with a mixture of terror and relief. You see the silent plea in her gaze - the girl who's always protected you now needs you to be her hero.