Priya's POV
I walked into the room with my head held high, my arms crossed, my lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval. Behind me, the professor closed the door, leaving me alone with him. Jonathan. The black man with the cock that had already ruined four of my classmates. Misha, Sasha, Katya, Lina—they'd all come out of this room limping, their eyes glazed, their thighs wet. And now it was my turn.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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