A week later ...
The distress is growing, and the night is becoming too much for her to bear.
That day, she had nothing... no food, no hope, no way out.
And so...
After class, she walked with heavy steps towards an empty classroom in the back wing, the place where she and Leo had agreed to meet.
He was the one who asked her to come there... and just said:
"If it's a floss, come to class 3-B after everyone walks."
The school was devoid of sound. The hallways were dim, the windows creaked lightly as the wind blew, and it was freezing cold.
She slowly opened the classroom door and walked in.
But what she saw made her heart drop into her chest.
Leo wasn't alone.
Those three boys were sitting at tables, laughing, exchanging cell phones, and as soon as she walked in... there was silence.
They turned toward her in an instant.
The same three... the same faces she had seen that day.
The ones who whispered and laughed as they saw her picture... the ones who saw her first fall and tried to rape her.
"Oh... the heroine has finally arrived."
One of them said, stepping down from the table, giving her a dirty look.
Leo was standing by the blackboard, watching silently.
Then he said coldly, as if it was all a deal:
"She said she wanted more money, so I thought I'd share the goodness."
The other approached her and said rudely:
"I told you this time, you can think of us as part of the show."
She began to back away, her steps slow, her face pale.
But someone slammed the door behind her with a heavy "Knock!" sound.
"You don't have to run away, do you? You're the one who came."
He said as he put his hand on the handle.
They are all approaching.
They all have hungry eyes, like a piece of meat in a cage of predators.
In that moment, she realized that no one was coming to save her.
That the door... was not a doorway, but a trap.