*hello guys! this is just a short story I wrote in my spare time, and it’s based off of a idea from another reddit user (who wants to stay anon :D). so if you guys enjoy my writing and have any degenerate or immoral ideas that you’d like to see me write, please send them my way over a PM :)*
*WARNING: this story contains non-consensual sex and my upset some readers. read at your own discretion.*
The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day. The twenty or so senior students before seated before me sighed in relief and started to pack up their workbooks and equipment and then rambled out of the classroom, most lost in conversation about what they had planned for the weekend.
‘Don’t forget to read chapter fourteen,’ I shouted after them, ‘We’ll be looking through it next time and you don’t want to be behind.’ I don’t think any of them heard what I said, or maybe they just chose to ignore me. What did I care? If they fail the class it’s their *own* fault, not mine. Don’t choose English Literature if you’re not gonna read the set books.