The morning sun cast long shadows across the empty Quad as Eric led Caroline by a leather leash attached to a chrome collar around her throat. She was naked except for that collar, her bare feet slapping against the cold concrete, her body still bruised from the weekend—purple fingerprints dotting her hips, bite marks along her torso, the faint outline of handprints on her ass.

Every window of every building surrounding the Quad was filled with faces. The entire student body. The faculty. Even the dean stood in his office window on the third floor of the admin building, a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching.