How Panic Got Me Trapped

I missed my inception and midsemester exam, and I was desperate. 

That’s when my course rep stepped in. 

He promised to talk to the lecturer, make sure I wouldn’t fail. 

I felt relief untill I got trapped in his bed.

He sexed me. Used my fear, my panic, my desperation, against me. 

Every touch, every word, felt like chains. I was trapped. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even face my friends without feeling the shame. 

I hated myself, hated that I had trusted him, hated that my own panic had led me here.

For days, I stayed quiet, hiding tears, replaying everything in my mind. 

It’s been a scar in my life as I never knew course reps can sextort their fellow course mates just to help reach out to a Lecturer……

Campus really gave me a tough mark I can’t forget in a decade.