"Next." Professor Vance tapped his clipboard as he surveyed his class at University of Sluts, Los Amigos. His eyes landed on me. Cold. Expectant. My legs trembled as I stood. The walk to the front felt endless. Eyes followed me. Judging. I stopped before the desk. Vance’s gaze swept over me. Lingering on my throat. My wrists. "You understand the requirements?" His voice was low. Rough. I nodded. Too fast. "I can't hear yo...