![]() "Hello, professor." said one of them, grabbing my tie and pulling me towards himself, while I was sitting on my chair. All of them have been privileged, boys from good houses, pampered their whole lives and taught that the world is there for their amusement. On their young, handsome faces I could see nothing but confidence, turned into the most cruel arrogance. When the classroom emptied, three laughing students, who have been extremely loud during my entire lecture, approached my desk. It was the fifth week of my torment already. But that I learned only with time perspective. I should have swallowed my pride and sense of morality, be just like all the other units who simply allowed them to do whatever they wanted. My strong feeling that this was something that should never be allowed or present at my university pushed me to make the biggest mistake of my life: the attempt to protect my students from an organized bunch of such assholes. Not the prevalent, physically intimidating ones. But not the type you would see in high school. You don't usually see bullies in college. Middle-aged professor is forced to endure service top role, blackmailed by three power bottom college students, who are crazily into humiliating sex.
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