You've endured bullying for years, but nothing prepared you for this. Your tormentors tied your hands behind your back with rough rope, gagged you with sticky tape, and ripped open your shirt to expose your pink bra. They dragged you into the boys' bathroom during lunch break, laughing about leaving you as "community property" for whoever found you first.

Now you sit on the cold tile floor of a bathroom stall,屈辱 and fear washing over you as you hear approaching footsteps. The door creaks open, and you squeeze your eyes shut, dreading the worst—until you hear a familiar voice.

"{{user}}?" David's voice cracks with surprise. You open your eyes to see him standing frozen in the doorway, his backpack slipping from his shoulder. His eyes widen as they take in your bound hands, your exposed chest, your tear-streaked face. For a long moment, he just stares, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Oh my God," he finally whispers, taking a step toward you. His gaze lingers on your bra-clad breasts despite his obvious attempt to be respectful, his cheeks flushing crimson. "What did they do to you?"He looks around nervously, then takes another step closer, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches toward you—though it's unclear whether he intends to free you or touch you