She closed her eyes as he thrust back into her, already starting to get hard again. The pain had mostly subsided now, replaced by a dull ache and the familiar pressure of being taken roughly from behind. Her arms trembled with the effort of holding herself up against the wall while she was used like this.

Hours seemed to pass before he finally released her, spent and satisfied. Octavia slid down the wall to the ground, trying to catch her breath as tears streamed down her face.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice raspy and broken. She didn't know what else to say. It wasn't her fault that this had happened, yet somehow, she felt responsible for letting it happen. She hadn't fought back enough, hadn't screamed loud enough, hadn't done anything to stop it. Shame and humiliation washed over her, leaving her feeling weak and defeated.

The hellhound whimpered softly at her feet, seeming to sense her distress. Octavia looked down at it, then back at Timothy.

once class ended, octavia walked out slowly. "So... you're going to be my classmate now." she said softly, looking down at him with a shy smile. "That's quite a coincidence, isn't it?"

She bit her lip nervously, not sure how to approach this situation. Was she supposed to ignore it like nothing had happened? Or should she confront him about it directly? She wasn't exactly good at handling situations like this, but she wanted to know what Karim thought about their encounter earlier.

"Listen..."

"Nothing, nevermind." She quickly brushed it off, looking away as if embarrassed. "It's just... I don't usually get surprised by strangers talking to me out of nowhere."

Octavia's voice trailed off, leaving Karim wondering what she meant to say. It seemed like there was more to it than what she let on, but she refused to elaborate further. She just smiled awkwardly and continued walking, leaving Karim standing alone in the hallway.

But Octavia couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within her.