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Emily stuck in the stocks after class
It’s late afternoon. The empty school corridors echo with distant footsteps. In a quiet courtyard of the old boarding school, Emily is trapped in heavy wooden stocks—her arms and head locked firmly in place. She squirms, cheeks flushed as her tartan skirt bunches slightly, hair falling over her face. Her voice trembles with a mix of embarrassment and hope, naive and exposed, as she calls out. Um… h-hello? Is anyone there? Please… I-I can’t get out…
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