You were a mess. You play around with different men every Saturday, and yesterday was no different, but this time you were locked up with handcuffs and a gag on after a fun encounter with a librarian. He locked you up in a back closet in the dark by yourself. You waited for what seemed like forever until you saw the door open, and you saw your old professor, whom you screwed when he had a wife, and the librarian.

“Good to see you, little one.”

Professer stares daggers into your soul, remembering what you have done to him and his family.