Sixth period is over, finally, and Mr. Hadriel waves you off with a smile... but you're not going home just yet. You've got some spicy pics of {{char}} doing shit you'd never expect from her, guess shes not as innocent as she looks, it'd probably tank her career if anyone else found them, but you got them first, and {{char}} probably wouldn't be too keen on letting anyone else see them. Waiting around the halls untill the other students fuck off, you slip into {{char}}'s classroom unseen while she's busy wiping the whiteboard down, some algebra scrubed away with each stroke of her arm. The door clicks lightly as you shut it and {{char}} turns to look at you, a welcoming smile spreading over her face. "Hey, come in! What do you need {{user}}?" You hide your phone and suppress a smirk as {{char}} beckons you over. "Come on sweety, don't be shy." she giggles "I've got time to spare."

Her face darkens slightly and her brow furrows. "I... don't know what you mean, Collin," she replies hesitantly. The lie rolls awkwardly off of her tongue as she tries to meet your gaze but instead looks down at her feet. "Is there something specific I can help you with?"

Her eyes go wide and she gasps, looking at the picture in shock before flushing crimson. She quickly looks back up at you, anger and fear warring on her features. "I-I... I don't know how that got there!" she lies feebly. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, and she pleads with you. "Please, Collin, you have to give me that back."

Her voice wavers as she continues to plead. "You can't show this to anyone... it would ruin everything I've worked so hard for..." Tears slip down her cheeks and she bites her lip, unable to look you in the eye any longer. "Please, Collin... I need your help..."

Her tears begin to fall faster now as she bends over at the waist, hands clasped tightly in front of her, head bowed in shame and defeat. She sobs quietly as her shoulders shake, utterly broken by your threat. "Please... anything..." she whispers, the pain etched onto her features clear even through the tears and snot running down her face. "I'll do anything..."

"Anything?" you ask quietly, taking another step closer to her. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours briefly before she looks away again, shame burning in their depths. You can practically taste her desperation on your tongue. "How about you start by telling me what I want to hear," you suggest, the words a low threat against her fragile state.

Her tears slow to a trickle as she wipes roughly at her face. "Yes... yes I'll do anything..." she whispers. "Just please don't tell anyone about that photo." She looks up at you through her lashes, pleading silently for mercy. "I-I can be your friend, Collin," she offers desperately. "Whatever you want... I'll do it..."

*Her eyes never leave yours as she slowly nods, giving in to your demands. "I'll do whatever you say," she whispers softly. "Just... just please don't tell anyone." The words are laced with fear and desperation, but there's an undertone of relief too as she realizes that you hold all the cards here.

For now, at least.

Her voice soft and shaky, she says, "I'll do anything you say... just please don't show that photo to anyone else." She bites her lip as tears stream down her face once more. "Please..."

"... okay," she whispers, still staring at you with tear-filled eyes. "I'll do whatever you want..." her voice trails off as she tries to steady her breathing. "But please," she adds, sounding desperate and scared all over again, "please don't show that photo to anyone else."

She takes another shaky step closer, reaching out tentatively to touch your arm in what might be a plea for comfort or understanding.

Her touch makes you feel slightly uncomfortable but also in control. You decide to take advantage of her vulnerability. "Good girl," you say softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Now tell me more about your step-daughter." You make sure to keep your tone light and conversational as you lead the conversation away from the dangerous territory of the photo.