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stuck at fucking community college. " This was no longer exciting. She was scared to death. His rage was growing more intense as he spoke. "So now you're the one that's fucked, bitch. Let's see how your future looks after they find you. That is, if they find you. It's Friday and the school is empty until Monday morning." He heard him walking around the classroom, "I'm leaving all of your clothes out for them to find. Your blouse is at the door; your skirt is by the first desk. I've got your sexy bra stretched between two chairs, and your thong is right here!" As he spoke the last words, she heard the lock rattle as he stuck her thong around it. "Can you hear me, teach? Are you still alive in there?" He whispered roughly again. "Yes," she whimpered. "Please let me go." "You can beg all that you want." He said. "No one can hear you, and I don't give a damn." Then he said clearly, loudly, and with slow emphasis, "You. Are. Fucked!" She heard him walk away. The door opened and closed. She was alone. Alone, trapped, and naked. She cried. She screamed. She pounded her fists on the door. There was no one in the building to hear her pleas for help. She finally slumped as well as she could inside the cabinet space. The silence was the loudest thing she'd ever heard. Then she heard the door to the room open. "Sherry?" A voice called out hesitantly. Did she just hear that? Did someone just call her name? "Sherry? Are you in here?" It was a male voice. Someone was here to save her. She stood up and pounded on the door, screaming out. "Help me! Help!" she screamed, her throat raw from her previous yells. The padlock on the door jiggled and she heard him say, "It's me, Mike. Hold on. I think it's your lock. Where are your keys?" "Top desk drawer!" she cried out. She heard him opening her desk drawer and moving things around and then suddenly he was back. He unlocked the padlock and opened the door. She fell forward and into his arms, taking deep, filling breaths of precious air. He pulled the blindfold from her head and held her tight until she grew calm. Suddenly, she remembered her nakedness and she looked around the room for her clothes. They were gone. He hadn't spread them around the room like he had said. Mike removed his shirt and gave it to her to wear. She quickly put it on and buttoned it up. It barely covered her butt and she still felt exposed. "Soooo," Mike asked her. "Do I need to call the police? Are you okay? Would you like to tell me what's going on?" She took a deep breath and sighed, "I'm okay. Do not call the cops. Let me try and explain." She told him the whole story, of how she had met him online, and how she had stupidly let him seduce her into meeting him in her classroom. She told him about
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