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Ryland Grace was going to die.
Not literally. Probably.
But you know, you can never be too careful when considering a suicide note.
Ryland Grace was going to die because he had been violated so deeply he could feel it. Like physically.
He means, yeah, it could've been worse. He could have been… you know, every woman's worst nightmare'd.
But now everyone was going to find out that, well, they could every woman's worst nightmare him. Of course, guys can be violated like that too. But still.
He had been so sure the new English teacher was a good woman. She brought him coffee sometimes and showed him pictures of her dogs. How was he supposed to know she would find his gosh darn medical records? How was he supposed to know she was J.K. Rowling's best friend in spirit?
How was he supposed to remember to grovel at her feet and… egh pleasure her when she blackmailed him?
How was he supposed to survive this?