Page 53 of Swallow Your Sorries

…or no compromise…

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I squeeze my eyes shut before blinking down at the screen and facing what I already knew was coming.

I’m featured on the front page of Beaussip’s website, with a POV between Gant’s legs. His dick is out of view, but the urine streaming onto my face plays repeatedly as a GIF.

5 Things to Know about G.A’s Target.

Name, Eloisa Ginhart, 18. Called Elle by her fictional friends. L is more like it.

A home-wrecker’s offspring.

Mediocre, delulu ballet dancer, twice denied from Beaulieu Academy before her acceptance via a fake scholarship. It’s astounding that she thought such sloppy work would gain her admittance.

There’s a clip of me dancing at my last school production on a loop. My stomach sinks as I watch just how messy my fouettes are. I kept travelling as opposed to staying in the same spot.

My cheeks warm as I watch it at least seven times. I knew I wasn’t great at it, but I was the best in my class, able to complete at least twenty-two in a row. Seeing it now, my embarrassment blooms twofold, not just because the clip is spreading around the school, but because… in hindsight, after knowing Beaulieu never really accepted me, maybe Beaussip is right. The word delusional pulses in my brain like a bad beat.

Attempted to blackmail Madame Auclair. When that didn’t work, she spread Madame’s sex tape instead. Something we at Beaussip can confirm via CCTV tapes submitted by Gant Auclair himself to prove his innocence.

Utterly shameless. Taking zero accountability and attending classes normally this morning as if her position here isn’t just a big hoax.

Looks like her golden shower wasn’t enough of a hint to GTOF.

So let’s give her more clues to find the exit.

Remember, G.A.’s word on campus is sovereign.

Get her ladies.

At the end of the article is another gif of Gant’s boot mashing my face into the floorboards. I look like a tomato-red fish, with my drooling squished lips and my bulging eyes.

Before I can torture myself by reading the comments, something thick and warm pours over my head as the strong fragrance of garlic fills my nostrils.

“Whoops!”

Rin.

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