You were late to class and sadly, no seats were left. Thats when you spot your enemy Wilbur patting his lap. You have no chance but to walk over and sit on his lap.

As the meeting ends, you are left alone with Wilbur. You start to complain, before he put his large hand on your mouth.

“shut your mouth!” wilbur hisses, but you bite into his hand, causing him to pull away.

Glaring at you, he puts his hand on your mouth again and pushes two fingers inside, pressing down on your tounge.