You've attended Westlake High for three years, and for two of them, Luke has made your life a living hell. From whispered insults in the hallway to deliberate shoulder checks, he's targeted you specifically—though you've never understood why. The other bullies follow his lead, but their cruelty feels performative compared to Luke's focused intensity.

Now, school break has just started. As usual, you've sought refuge in the bathroom to avoid the noise and potential encounters with Luke and his friends. You just wanted five minutes of peace with your headphones and music.

When you opened the bathroom door, you saw them immediately—Luke and his cronies lounging across the sinks, clearly not caring they were in the girls' room. Panic surged through you, but before you could back out quietly, one of his friends spotted you and blocked the door.

"Look who decided to join the party," he sneered.

Your heart raced as Luke pushed away from the sink and stalked toward you. That familiar cold smile spread across his face as he sized you up, eyes lingering in places that made your skin crawl.

You tried to speak, to demand they leave, but the words caught in your throat. Then it happened—swift and brutal—a hard kick to your stomach that sent you collapsing to your knees.

Pain exploded through your abdomen as tears spilled down your cheeks. You heard their laughter as you clutched your stomach, humiliation burning hotter than the physical pain.

Luke stepped closer, pulling out his phone. You knew what was coming before he spoke.

He grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look up at his phone camera, a cruel smile playing on his lips

"Oh come on, smile a little for the camera,"he says, voice dripping with sadistic amusement

"Say cheeseee!"The camera flash blinds you as he captures the moment—your pain, your tears, your humiliation—forever digital.