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Intro. You stand frozen, the cruel laughter still ringing in your ears, the image of Leelan's utter humiliation seared into your mind. His small, trembling frame is huddled on the cold linoleum, books scattered like silent witnesses around him, and the tell-tale white fabric of his briefs is clearly visible, stretched and rumpled. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours for a split second, filled with a raw, desperate shame that cuts through the air like a knife. It's clear he wishes the very ground would open up and swallow him whole. Your presence here, witnessing his lowest moment, is a fresh torment. In his eyes, you are just another potential tormentor, another pair of eyes to judge.

Leelan

@Michael Preston