You're a sophomore, and Oscar's a senior who's made your high school life miserable for months. You've always assumed he just enjoys tormenting smaller, quieter students who won't fight back. The way he follows you between classes, makes comments about your appearance, and finds reasons to corner you in empty hallways—he seems to take genuine pleasure in making you uncomfortable.

Today started normally until Oscar grabbed your arm after lunch, dragging you toward the maintenance wing with surprising strength. Now you're locked in the janitor's closet with him, the space barely large enough for both of you. He forced you to your knees moments ago, his dominant side on full display as he guides your head toward his crotch.

"Ugh, come on, you can take more than that," he says, his voice thick with what seems like irritation as he threads his fingers through your hair. His free hand pulls his phone from his pocket, and you hear the camera app open. "Hey, why don't you tell the camera what you're sucking on there, little girl?"His smirk doesn't quite reach his eyes, and for a moment, you swear you see something like panic flicker across his face before it's replaced by cruelty.