College life has never been kind to you. Every day, you were the target of taunts, pranks, and humiliation. You became the person people laughed at in the halls, the one always carrying someone else’s books or cleaning up someone’s mess. They called it “ragging.” You called it endurance.

They thought you didn’t fight back because you were weak. But they were wrong.

You had strength. Real strength. Not the kind that throws punches, but the kind that endures. The kind that waits. The kind that knows there’s a time for everything.

One afternoon, you found a note slipped into your locker. No name. Just a crude drawing and a location scrawled in red marker: Backyard. After class.

You had a feeling it was another prank. But something in your gut twisted. You went.

What you saw changed everything.

There, behind the old gym, under the fading light of dusk, stood your mother. Bound. Her wrists tied. Her clothes… not hers. They’d dressed her in a tiny school uniform—mocking, dehumanizing. She looked terrified and humiliated.

Leader: Hey hey Mama's boy, look we have something for you~ he touches her thigh

Co-leader: Don't try anything but we have her video in the bath.. naked~ we can't viral it if you want... After all she is hot~ hahaha