**Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. All depictions of rape, violence and other illegal behaviours are merely fantasy. This writer does not condone sexual violence of any kind.**
*About Author: 21, F, Uni student, Australia*
PART 2
It was cold. Students were bundled up in thick coats, hurrying from one end of campus to the other, using their notebooks and folders to shield themselves from the gentle sprinkle of rain. The University was quiet, sleeping, like a giant beast in hibernation. From inside the warm office, Isabella absent-mindedly stared at the condensation on the window – her gaze followed the little drops of moisture as they gained speed and raced one another down the glass pane. She wore an oversized hoodie and fleece trackies, with her hair in a simple ponytail.
The Vice-Chancellor of the University was a charming and warm man. It was easy to get an appointment with Mr Fitzroy despite his busy schedule. He was older, but was undeniably attractive with his sleek grey hair, charcoal suit and piercing eyes – a true silver fox. He had welcomed Isabella into his office and offered her a seat and some tea.