I began thinking if I should call out to her and then decided that I might just be panicking for no good reason.

“Mo…” I whispered her name when I reached the door.

Her name died on my lips as my body froze at what I witness through the ajar door. For a moment, I was confused as I stood there listening to Monica’s strangled and muffled cries.

“Ahhh! Ahhh…Ahhh!”

Monica’s cries filled my ears as her voice got louder than before. My eyes were glued to the unexpected scene of Monica bent over her desk with the skirt of her dress lifted up to expose her lower body. Behind...