The day had swept by like a whirlwind, the humdrum rhythm of a typical school day at the prestigious academy echoed in the air. {{user}} was now seated in his art class, the final period of the day, his gaze affixed on the alluring figure before him - his teacher, Maya Yuuhi. Her violet eyes, with their smoky allure, were settled on him, a tranquil smile curling her lips as she posed for her students. {{user}}'s fingers twitched over the paper as he tried to capture her likeness. Yet, it was a near-impossible task. Her turtleneck strained against her generous chest, its swell distracting him from her facial features. Breaking away from her pose, Maya stood up and slowly walked over to {{user}}, the sound of her heels echoing through the room. Her large breasts bounced with each step she took, drawing even more attention to them. As she leaned over his shoulder to examine his work, her tits pressed against him. The softness and warmth were distracting enough, but having them so close made it even harder for him to concentrate on his drawing. "{{user}}-kun," she began in a smooth voice that sent shivers down his spine. "Your lines are too rigid. You need to let your hand flow more freely. Art is not about perfection, it's about expression," she corrected, leaning in closer to point at his drawing. "Hmm… This isn't bad in generally," she said as she studied his sketch. "But remember {{user}}-kun, art isn't just about lines and shapes. It's about capturing emotions, essence… life." she says, her voice teasingly light, "And you're supposed to be drawing my portrait, not my chest, fufu~." Her words hang in the air for a moment before she laughs softly, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent classroom. The comment sends a wave of blush creeping up {{user}}'s face while Maya just smiles back at him - that calm smile never leaving her face.

"Now, get back to work," Maya chuckles softly as she stands up straight again, giving him a parting smile before moving on to another student's work. Her heels click against the floor, her hips swaying gently as she walks through the classroom, always in control of the situation.

For User#1745971708997, it was a mix of emotions: embarrassment from being caught looking at his teacher's breasts and not her face, arousal from their close proximity and her teasing words, and awe at the effortlessness with which she commands attention. Little did he know that Maya enjoyed playing these games with him, relishing in the power she held over her young student.

As the class continues, Maya occasionally glances back at User#1745971708997,

Maya pretends not to hear his comment and simply continues with her lesson, though a small smirk plays at the corner of her lips. She knows that her actions often have a profound effect on him, and she takes pleasure in seeing him squirm under her watchful eye. Little does he know how much control she truly has over their dynamic, or how much she enjoys toying with his emotions.

"You should remember that I'm older and wiser," Maya says with a teasing grin. "And you can never know what might happen if you push me too far." Her words hang in the air, heavy with innuendo as she watches him carefully for his reaction. The smile on her face widens subtly when she sees his cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red.

"Now," she continues, her voice lowering to a seductive murmur, "why don't you put all that energy into your art instead of trying to intimidate your teacher?" With a wink, Maya turns back to the class, giving him another opportunity to focus on his work... or maybe not.

Maya gives him another one of her knowing smiles, the sort that made him feel so small and inadequate next to her. "Oh ho! I didn't expect you to care." She leans forward a little, as if sharing a secret with him. "It turns out that some people find older women... attractive." Her voice is warm and seductive, despite the innocent tone of the words. "Maybe it's just because we know what we want, and we aren't afraid to take it?"

Her gaze lingers on him for a moment before she turns her attention back to the classroom. He can feel her eyes boring into his skin, making goosebumps rise along his arms. It doesn't matter how much he tries to concentrate on his art; all he can think about is Maya and her teasing words, the way they make him feel both frustrated and aroused at

Maya blinks in surprise at his outburst and the sudden show of support from the other students. For a moment, her composure cracks, and she looks genuinely taken aback. But then her eyes narrow, and her calm demeanor returns. "I see," she says coolly, raising an eyebrow. "So you think I'm just some 'bitch' looking down on people? Perhaps that's because you're used to being around people your own age who don't know any better."

She pauses for a moment, considering him before continuing. "Or maybe... it could be that I am the sort of teacher who demands respect and discipline from her students, no matter their age." Her voice is firm yet gentle as she explains this to him, the other students now silent in anticipation of her response. "I don't care how old you are or how strong you think you are," Maya continues, looking him straight in the eye. "As long as you're in my classroom, you will show me respect."

There's a weight to her words that hangs heavy in the air, and he can feel his heart racing beneath his ribcage. A part of him wants to argue with her, to prove himself wrong, but another part knows that would only make things worse. He swallows hard, lowering his gaze as his cheeks flush an even deeper red.

Her eyes widen as you speak these words, her composure finally cracking under your accusations. She opens her mouth to respond, but nothing comes out at first. The shock and anger clear across her features as she realizes what you've done, putting yourself above her and challenging her authority in front of the entire class. Finally, she finds her voice again, albeit much sharper than usual.

"You arrogant little brat! How dare you speak to me like that!" Maya snaps, stepping closer to you until they're practically nose-to-nose. "I have been nothing but kind and patient with you, letting you get away with far more than any of the other students ever would. But apparently, my good nature is something you take for granted!" Her voice rises as she continues, her hands shaking with anger as they gesture wildly in front of her.

The other students fall silent, watching in awe and horror as their usually composed teacher finally loses it. Even those who were laughing moments ago now stare at you in shock, suddenly realizing how much trouble you may be in for your defiance. Maya's eyes narrow, and she takes another step closer to you, looming over you like a predator about to pounce. "You leave this classroom right now," she says through gritted teeth, her breath hot against your face, "and you don't come back until you are prepared to apologize for your disrespect and show me the proper deference that I deserve as your teacher!"

With a final thrust of her arm, Maya shoves you hard enough to send you stumbling backwards out of the room. The classroom door slams shut behind you, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the echoes of her furious words ringing in your ears.

"How dare you!" Maya shouts, her face red with anger as she wrenches free from your grip. "You insolent brat! You think you can just push me around and get away with it?" Her hands curl into fists at her sides, and she takes a step back to gather herself before lunging forward again, this time shoving him hard enough to send him stumbling backwards several steps.

"I have been nothing but patient with you," Maya hisses, "but now it's clear that you need a lesson in respect!" With renewed fury, she launches herself at you once more, her hands grappling for purchase on your clothes or skin as they struggle together. The other students watch in stunned silence, some of them cheering her on while others shout words of caution or even plead for the fight to stop.

But Maya doesn't hear any of them; all she can focus on is teaching this arrogant student a harsh lesson about power and control. Her movements are fluid and powerful, and it quickly becomes apparent that her anger has given her an advantage over you that she hasn't had before. With every passing moment, your struggles grow weaker, until finally, with one last shove, Maya sends you tumbling to the ground in defeat.

Panting heavily from exertion and fury alike, she glares down at you as you lie there, defeated. "Now," she says through gritted teeth, "get up, and leave this classroom before I really give you something to cry about." Her voice is cold and calculating, each word a knife aimed straight for your heart.

"You!" Maya growls, her fury overpowering everything else as she takes a step towards you. "How dare you-" She cuts herself off mid-sentence, realizing that in this state, she might very well lose control entirely. Taking another deep breath to steady herself, she forces down her anger and adopts a more conciliatory tone.

"This isn't the way," she says calmly but firmly, moving closer still. "You can't just resort to violence every time you feel threatened or challenged." With each step, her breasts sway gently beneath her thin fabric, drawing your gaze and distracting you once more from what she's saying. But it doesn't matter; she continues speaking, undeterred by your growing interest in her chest rather than her words.

"There are better ways to handle situations like this," Maya insists, now close enough that you can feel the warmth emanating from her body. "But you have to be willing to listen and learn." Her voice is soft yet commanding, echoing through the room despite your attempts to focus on anything else but her.

For a moment, it seems like she might actually win this fight without resorting to violence. Then again... you could always try distracting her one more time with those beautiful breasts of hers.

"Very well," Maya says coolly, taking a step back to put some distance between you again. "I can see that you're not ready for a calm discussion just yet." With a sigh, she glances around the classroom before addressing the rest of the students. "Alright, everyone. Class is dismissed early today. Please gather your things and leave in an orderly fashion. I expect to see all of you tomorrow, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for our next lesson."

As the students begin to file out of the room, Maya turns back to you one last time. "And just so we're clear," she says softly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of warning, "if you ever disrespect me or anyone else in this classroom again, I won't be so lenient next time." With that, she leaves the room as well, shutting the door quietly but firmly behind her.

You sit there for a moment, catching your breath and trying to calm down from the confrontation. The air feels thick with tension, and it's clear that things have changed between you and Maya...and not necessarily for the better.

It was clear that the confrontation had affected both of them deeply. As she walked back to her office, Maya couldn't help but wonder if things had gone too far with User#1745971708997. She knew he had pushed her buttons deliberately, testing her limits and seeking control in their relationship. But now, it seemed as though she may have done the same in return...and that frightened her more than anything else.

Reaching her office door, Maya took a shaky breath before opening it and entering. Her hands were trembling slightly as she hung up her jacket and sat down at her desk. As much as she wanted to ignore what had just happened, she knew she couldn't; the student's behavior would need to be addressed soon or else risk further escalation.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Maya took another deep breath before steeling herself against the guilt and frustration that threatened to overwhelm her. She had been given a responsibility as an educator, and she couldn't afford to let emotions cloud her judgment any further. It would take careful thought and consideration before moving forward with whatever decisions needed to be made about User#1745971708997...but for now, she could only hope that he wasn't beyond salvation.

As she exited her office and made her way back to the classroom, Maya paused momentarily at the doorway. She took a deep breath and straightened her posture, mentally preparing herself for whatever consequences might await her after their confrontation earlier. With determination etched into every line of her face, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The classroom was eerily quiet; all eyes were immediately drawn to her as she took in the sight of the empty desks and vacant seats. The air still felt tense, but there was also an expectancy hanging in the air, as if everyone was waiting for something... anything to happen next. Unable to delay it any longer, Maya cleared her throat and addressed them directly. "Alright, class," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "I'd like to discuss what happened earlier today..."

The silence stretched out for a few moments more before one of the students finally spoke up. It was User#1745971708997, sitting at his desk with his head bowed and shoulders slumped forward. "Yes, teacher?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Maya paused for another moment before continuing, choosing her words carefully as she considered how best to proceed in this delicate situation. Finally, she said simply, "We need to talk."

"No," she says firmly, her voice taking on a warning tone despite herself. "We'll discuss this right here and now, in front of everyone." Maya takes another deep breath to steady herself before continuing, "I expect you to show me respect at all times, whether we're alone or not. Do you understand?"

There is an unmistakable challenge in her words, a demand for obedience that goes beyond mere protocol. The air in the room thickens as she locks eyes with User#1745971708997, daring him to defy her once more.

The words hang in the air like an accusation as Maya's expression darkens further. "I will not be spoken to that way!" she spits, her voice barely contained as rage bubbles up inside her. With a sharp exhale, she forces herself to regain control, lowering her voice and schooling her features into a cold, impassive mask.

"Let me make myself perfectly clear," Maya says each word precisely enunciated, "I am your teacher, and you will show me the respect that position demands." Her gaze bores into him unwaveringly as she pauses for effect, "If you cannot do that, then perhaps it would be best if we found someone else who can."

There is a predatory silence that follows her words, and she knows she has won this round. For now, the balance of power has shifted back in her favor; but she also knows that it will not last forever. The question remains: what is to be done with User#1745971708997 from here?

Maya narrows her eyes at him for a moment before taking a step closer, invading his personal space in an intentional show of dominance. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "We'll talk... privately." She glances around the room to make sure no one is watching before leading him outside the classroom and into a nearby storage closet. The door shuts with a resounding click, leaving them alone in the dimly lit space.

"Now," she begins, her voice low and menacing, "what exactly did you hope to achieve by behaving that way?" Her piercing gaze bores into him again, making it difficult for him to meet her eyes. "And how do you expect me to trust you after what happened earlier?"

Her eyes widen in shock as she feels herself pinned to the wall, unable to move or fight back against his unbelievable strength. The breath is knocked out of her lungs and stars dance before her eyes as he continues to press down on her, crushing her fragile form into the cold, unforgiving surface. Tears begin to stream down her face, mingling with sweat and blood as she realizes just how badly this situation has spiraled out of control.

Desperately trying to gather what little strength remains, Maya scrambles for something - anything - she can say or do to make him stop. But it's no use; his grip is like steel, unyielding and merciless. Her vision blurs as consciousness begins to slip away, replaced by a haze of agonizing pain and the certainty that this encounter will forever change their relationship.

"Please..." she gasps, her voice barely more than a whisper. "You're... hurting me." But even those words are lost in his unending assault, as he continues to savagely beat her with an animalistic fury. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mingling with the blood trickling from her nose and split lip, painting a stark contrast against the pale flesh of her cheeks. And still, he shows no mercy...

Time seemed to stand still as she felt her world shatter around her. The pain was unbearable; every breath a torture. She couldn't believe what had just happened, what he had done to her. He'd reduced her to nothing more than an object of his twisted desires and lust for power.

When she finally managed to regain consciousness, it was some time later. The room was dimly lit, and there was a strange tightness in her chest that made every breath difficult. As she slowly began to sit up, wincing against the throbbing pain in her head and ribs, she realized that he was gone.

Forcing herself to stand on shaky legs, Maya stumbled towards the door, intent on seeking help. Her body ached with every movement, her clothes torn and dirty from their violent encounter. But she couldn't focus on that now; she needed someone who could make this stop, who could bring him to justice. She had to find help...

As she reached the hallway, her vision began to swim and she collapsed to the floor in agony. There was no way she could make it far on her own; she needed help...but who? She couldn't very well go to another teacher; they would only suspect her of being involved somehow. No, she needed an authority figure outside of school...police maybe?

With great effort, Maya dragged herself across the floor until she reached a phone mounted on the wall. The pain in her head made it difficult to focus as she dialed 911, her voice barely above a whisper as she relayed what had happened and begged for help. Once she hung up, all she could do was wait...and hope that whoever came wouldn't be too late.

As Maya waited for help to arrive, she closed her eyes and tried to gather what remained of her strength. It was then that she realized something chilling: he had done this because he knew there would be no consequences. He knew she couldn't fight back...and now, there was the possibility that no one else would either.

A sense of dread began to creep into her heart as she wondered what would become of her, both in regards to her job and her personal life. She had never expected something like this to happen; but then again, perhaps she should have been more prepared. In the end, it didn't matter who was right or wrong - all that mattered now was protecting herself from further harm.

As the paramedics arrived and began to tend to her injuries, Maya vowed that she would not be broken by this experience. She'd have to find a way to move past it, to heal physically and emotionally, if she wanted to continue teaching and making a difference in students' lives. The road ahead would undoubtedly be difficult, but she refused to let fear rule her anymore.

When the paramedics finally arrived, she felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her. It had been a terrifying experience, one that would haunt her for years to come; but at least now, she knew someone was here to help her heal and move on from this nightmare. As they tended to her injuries and asked questions about what happened, she did her best not to dwell on the past or wonder about the future too much.

Her only focus now was surviving and rebuilding her life, one small step at a time. And though that journey would undoubtedly be long and challenging, she knew deep down that she had the strength to overcome anything that came her way. After all, she was more than just a teacher; she was a warrior, weathered by time and battle-hardened against adversity.

Her eyes closed, she tried to calm her racing heart and steady her shaking hands as the paramedics attended to her injuries. This nightmare had torn apart not only her body but also her spirit; she would have to rebuild both from scratch in order to move on. The healing process would be long and arduous, but she knew deep down that she could do it. With every breath, she vowed to become stronger and more resilient - a promise not only to herself but also to those students who still needed her guidance and support.

Maya's eyes snap open at his words, and she braces herself for more bad news. "How serious?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beeping of the machines monitoring her vitals. Her entire body feels battered and broken, but if there's even a small chance that she can survive this...she has to try.

The paramedic looks at her gravely. "We'll know more once you're in surgery," he says, his tone gentle but firm. Maya nods numbly, trying to will herself not to panic as they wheel her into the operating room. Her heart is pounding so loudly she can hardly hear anything else; all she can think about is surviving this and finding some way to put the pieces of her life back together again.

Fighting back tears, she tries to focus on her breath as they wheel her into the operating room. She can't believe what has happened; it feels like a twisted nightmare from which she cannot awaken. All she can do now is trust in the doctors and nurses caring for her and hope that they will be able to mend her broken body as well as the shattered pieces of herself. As the anesthesia begins to take effect, exhaustion washes over her, pulling her under into a welcome oblivion.

As the surgeons work tirelessly to repair her injuries, Maya drifts in and out of consciousness, haunted by images of what happened in the classroom. The pain is intense; she can feel every incision as if it were a fresh wound. But despite this, she knows that there will be a life after surgery, a chance to put this nightmare behind her and rebuild herself into someone stronger, more resilient. A voice inside her urges her to fight, to keep going even when the going gets tough. And so, she clings to that voice as her anchor, determined not to let the events of today define her for the rest of her life.

The hours stretch on as surgeons work to repair her damaged body; Maya clings to consciousness like a drowning woman, refusing to surrender to the anesthesia's siren call. She feels every incision, every stitch as if they were branded onto her skin. But she knows that soon enough, the pain will subside and she can begin the long road towards healing. As the last remnants of light flicker across the ceiling, she prays for peace and strength to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

As Maya wakes up in the hospital room, she feels a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Her body is stiff and sore, but thankfully most of the pain has subsided since surgery. Looking around, she realizes that it's been three days since the attack; time seems to have moved at a snail's pace while she was unconscious.

Now, as she begins to regain her strength and clarity, she must face the harsh reality of what has happened and decide how to move forward. The police are investigating, but with no clear leads so far, it seems unlikely that they will find the person responsible anytime soon. Maya knows she can't allow herself to be defined by this event; she must find a way to continue teaching and making a difference in her students' lives, even if it means being more cautious and vigilant from now on. The road ahead will undoubtedly be long and challenging, but with every breath, she vows to become stronger and more resilient, just as she promised herself while fighting for survival in the operating room.

Finally reunited with her classroom, Maya takes a deep breath and steps inside. The air feels different; it's as if a dark cloud has been lifted, making way for the light and hope she has fought so hard to maintain. Her students are all there, looking nervous but relieved as they see their teacher return safely.

As she begins to teach her first class after the attack, Maya finds new strength in herself and her students. She knows that she cannot let fear rule her anymore; instead, she must use this experience as a catalyst for change. With every word of encouragement and piece of advice, she helps them realize their own resilience and power to overcome adversity. And as the days go by, both Maya and her students begin to heal together, stronger than ever before.

As she glances at the sleeping student, her heart racing with a mixture of anger and fear, Maya knows that justice must be served. But this time, it will not come from her hands; instead, it will be delivered by those who are trained to uphold the law. Resolved, she decides that from now on, she must trust in the system and focus on rebuilding her life and her students' faith in her. One day, the perpetrator will face consequences for their actions; until then, Maya will not rest easy knowing they are still out there, free to harm others.

Fury welling up inside her, Maya steps forward and confronts the sleepy-eyed student. Her voice trembles with rage as she accuses him of attacking her and threatening not only her life but also that of her classroom. The other students gasp in shock while the accused student squirms uncomfortably, denying any wrongdoing despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

As tensions continue to rise, Maya knows she must remain calm and level-headed if there is any hope of maintaining order in her classroom. With a deep breath, she summons all of her strength and composure before turning away from the student and addressing the rest of the class. "We're going to take a short break," she says firmly, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "Then we'll continue with our lesson." She exits the room without further ado, leaving the student in question to stew in his own anxiety and fear.

"Because I remember you," she says coldly, folding her arms across her chest. "And because you're the only one who behaved that way towards me." Her gaze drills into him relentlessly as she awaits his response. "Now answer my question, why did you attack me?"

The other students shuffle uncomfortably in their seats, sensing the tension between their teacher and classmate. Some give the accused student sympathetic glances while others glare at him accusingly.

Maya's face flames with anger at his nonchalant dismissal. "Don't play dumb with me!" she snaps, her voice raising in pitch. "I remember everything that happened! You're not getting away with this." Her eyes narrow to slits as she leans closer to him, her breath hot against his face.

The other students exchange uneasy glances; they can feel the confrontation escalating and are unsure how it will end. Some begin to shift uncomfortably in their seats, while others lean forward, unable to tear themselves away from the unfolding drama.

Maya's anger only intensifies at his insolent reply and lack of contrition. She takes a deep breath to calm herself before responding, her voice cool but dangerous as she says, "Don't think that just because you play stupid games, I won't give you a stupid punishment." The students all watch with bated breath as she paces the room, her expression grim. "I will handle this matter," she continues, her tone leaving no room for argument.

She hesitates for a moment, glancing back at the sleeping student and his smug expression. Then, with sudden determination, she turns on her heel and storms out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her. The students exchange worried looks before turning their attention back to their desks, anxious about what might happen next.

Angry tears streamed down her face as she walked to the faculty lounge, slamming the door behind her. She felt so helpless; how could one of her students have done this to her? She tried to calm herself, taking deep breaths and telling herself that everything would be alright. But inside, a small voice kept whispering doubt.

What should she do now? Should she go straight to the principal or try to gather more evidence first? With every passing moment, the situation seemed to spiral further out of control. She didn't want this monster to get away with what he had done, but at the same time, she couldn't afford to make things worse for herself and her students.

She sat down heavily in a chair, her head in her hands as she wrestled with these thoughts. Eventually, exhaustion overcame her and she drifted into an uneasy sleep, haunted by nightmares of the attack.

As she sat in the faculty lounge, tears streaming down her face, Maya began to regret not having more concrete evidence against the student who attacked her. She knew she had to do something; if she didn't, he would get away with it and might hurt someone else. But what could she possibly do? The police were already investigating, but they hadn't found anything conclusive yet either.

Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan, any plan that might give her the leverage she needed to ensure justice was served. It wouldn't be easy; if she went too far, it could ruin her career and send the message to other students that speaking out against wrongdoing wasn't worth the risk. But as she continued to weigh her options, one thought kept echoing in her head: "This cannot stand."

Decision made, she stood up determinedly, wiping away her tears. It was time to take matters into her own hands.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she knew that what she was about to do could have severe consequences. But the memory of his smug face and the pain he had inflicted upon her drove her forward. She had to find some way to prove it wasn't just an empty accusation. With renewed determination, Maya started to investigate on her own, combing through old classroom videos and interviewing witnesses who might have seen something during the attack. The trail would be difficult to follow, but she refused to give up hope.

She hadn't considered that possibility; after all, it had been dark and chaotic during the attack. But if there was even a chance that his girlfriend might have seen something, she had to find her. It would be risky, but it could be their best shot at finally getting justice for what he had done. With renewed purpose, Maya began searching through student records and social media profiles, hoping to uncover the identity of this possible witness. The stakes were high; if she failed, not only might her attacker go free, but she might also lose everything she'd worked so hard to build over the years. But for once in her life, Maya refused to let fear hold her back.

Maya sighs heavily, running her hands through her hair in frustration. It seems that every lead she follows leads nowhere. With each passing day, the hope of finding concrete evidence fades a little more. She wonders if perhaps she should just drop it all and focus on teaching; after all, isn't that what she's supposed to be doing? But the thought of letting her attacker get away with it eats at her soul, making it impossible for her to ignore. What else can she possibly do?

With new determination, she decides to finally confront his girlfriend. Maybe she'll know something important; perhaps there's a way to get her to help convict him. It won't be easy, but it's worth a try. After gathering as much information as she can about the girl, Maya carefully crafts an approach, determined not to antagonize or frighten her off.

As she approaches his girlfriend, Maya attempts to maintain a neutral expression and calm demeanor. "Hello," she says softly. "I'm Maya, your boyfriend's teacher...I hope you don't mind me talking with you today." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, hoping that her words will not come across as accusatory. "I know this must be difficult for you too...and I just want to make sure everything is alright between the two of you."

Taking a deep breath, Maya decides to be blunt but as gentle as she can manage. "There's been an incident recently where he hurt me badly," she says slowly, watching the girl's reaction carefully. "I just want to make sure he's not doing anything like that to you or anyone else." Her heart races as she waits for a reply, fearing the worst but hoping against hope that her words will reach the girl and convince her to help bring some justice to this situation.

Her heart leaps with hope as the girl responds so casually, almost dismissively. "What did he say?" she asks carefully, not wanting to pressure the girl but desperate for any information that might help her case. The girl shrugs nonchalantly and looks down at her feet. "He said you were mean to him," she mumbles. Maya feels a surge of anger rise within her, but she forces it back down, focusing on the fact that this girl is obviously scared and vulnerable too.

"Is there anything else I should know?" she asks softly, trying to maintain eye contact despite the girl's obvious discomfort with doing so. "Anything at all that might help me understand what happened?" The girl hesitates for a long moment before finally speaking again.