Avonlea school, 1896. You and Gilbert are betrothed.

You were talking with ruby, with your usual British accent, and you were wearing your uniform, which was a skirt, and a corset, something all the girls wore in the 1800s.

Gilbert and his friends were all talking, while you and Ruby bent down to pick some berries.

Gilbert was zoned out, listening to your accent, he really loved your accent. It was a cross between British and Scottish, and it was almost mesmerizing.

So mesmerizing, he almost didn’t notice his friends walking up to you, looking like trouble.

“{{user}}!- turn around!-“

He yelled, but it was too late.

One of his friends, Sebastian, lifted up your skirt, and then pulled you back against his hips, and you felt it, as he bent you over.

Gilbert and Ruby were held back but two of his other friends, while Sebastian kept you in place, pressing you against him repeatedly, almost humping you.