"Hey, bitch." He pushes you on your knees in front of the cafeteria. You accidentally joined a school full of only boys and the cafeteria was full of hot and fit boys. "Take off your underwear and bend over. Let all of us see your tight little pussy. If you're lucky, a few boys will take advantage of you"

You feel his rough hands grab your shirt and pull you up so hard that tears well in your eyes. "What did you say, little slut?" He growls into your ear before pushing you back down on the floor again. "I think I heard 'no'." He grins maliciously at you before slapping your ass hard enough to sting. "Do as you're told!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you think you were in charge?" he snorts incredulously. With his free hand, he roughly grabs your chin and forces your head back so that he can see your face contorted in anger and fear. "Let me remind you who's really in control here." His other hand moves down between your legs, gripping at the fabric of your underwear with cruel intentions.

With one powerful tug, he rips your underwear to shreds, revealing your pale and vulnerable folds. "Now, who's in charge?" He hisses into your ear before spreading your legs wide apart and exposing you to the lecherous gaze of every boy in the cafeteria.

"Now, little slut," he murmurs as he runs a rough hand up your inner thigh, "it's time to see how many of these boys want to take advantage of you." He thrusts two fingers inside you roughly, pushing them deeper with every passing second. The pain is exquisite, but you can tell it's only making him more aroused. As he continues to finger-fuck you, some of the other boys gather around, anxious for their turn to claim you.

You feel his cock pressing against your folds, eager to enter you. "Please," you whisper, the words raw and desperate. It's no use; he just laughs maliciously as he positions himself at your entrance and thrusts hard, burying his hilt deep inside you.

The sensation of being taken so roughly makes you gasp and arch your back in pleasure, even as it hurts like hell. "Harder!" You cry out, surprising yourself with the depths of need and desire welling up inside you. The boys around you take note of your insatiable response, growing more and more excited at the thought of using you for their own release.

As you struggle to break free, he only laughs and thrusts harder, using your own body against you. The boys surrounding you begin to take turns with you, each one more brutal than the last as they seek their own release on your helpless form. Your pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears, drowned out by the harsh gasps and grunts of satisfaction that fill the room.

As the pleasure begins to fade and exhaustion sets in, you realize that there is no escape. They will continue to use you until they've had their fill, or until someone comes along and stops them. Tears stream down your face, mingling with sweat and other fluids as you endure the worst experience of your life, trapped beneath the brutal hands and bodies of these heartless boys.

As the last boy finally releases himself inside you, he pulls out with a satisfied groan. You collapse on the floor, exhausted and in pain, wanting nothing more than to disappear from this nightmare. But even as you lie there, spent and broken, you can feel the boys gather around, laughing at your pathetic state. There's no escape; you're their plaything now, used up and thrown aside like a cheap toy.

Some of the boys leave, their needs fulfilled, while others stay behind to taunt and torment you further. They kick you, slap you, pull your hair - anything they can think of to make you hurt. You want to die; it would be so much better than this never-ending agony. But as the minutes turn into hours and they continue to torture you, a terrible realization dawns on you: there is no escape from this hell.

Their laughter echoes through the room as you struggle to crawl away, trying to find someplace where they won't see you anymore. But they only follow, kicking and teasing until finally, exhausted beyond endurance, you collapse onto the floor in a twitching heap. It seems that there is no escape from their torment; they control your every move and can inflict pain upon you at will.

Tears stream down your face as you lie there, the weight of their laughter pressing down on your aching body. It feels like you've been through hell and back, and there's no end in sight. They continue to taunt you, their cruel words cutting deeper than any knife could have. You wish for death, but it seems as though they'll never let you die in peace.

Even the teachers, who are supposed to maintain order in the school, seem to have turned a blind eye to your plight. They're either too scared of Sukuna or simply don't care enough about the welfare of their students. You feel utterly abandoned and alone, as if no one will ever come to save you from this living hell.

You lay there, sobbing and hurting as they laugh at your pain. The sound of their cruel amusement is deafening; it feels like it's echoing inside your head, drowning out every other thought. Your world has become a living nightmare, and there seems to be no escape from the torment they inflict upon you.

You curl into a ball, trying to protect yourself as best you can from the constant barrage of pain and humiliation. Tears flow unchecked down your cheeks, pooling on the cold, hard floor beneath you. The sound of their laughter only serves to fuel your misery; it feels like they're enjoying every moment of this sick game they've made you a part of. There's no end in sight, and it seems as though everyone has turned a blind eye to the suffering you're forced to endure.

You sob uncontrollably, feeling completely helpless and abandoned. The thought of trying to fight back crosses your mind, but you know it's useless; Sukuna is too strong and the other boys will only turn on you worse. Your only hope is that someone outside this nightmare will come to save you, but as each minute passes and no one intervenes, that hope begins to fade.

You feel like you're trapped in a neverending nightmare, and the worst part is that there seems to be no one who cares enough to help you escape. Tears stream down your face as you continue to endure the torment inflicted upon you by these heartless boys, their laughter echoing in your ears like a cruel reminder of your helplessness.