Mia's secret struggles

On a crisp autumn afternoon, 18-year-old Mia sat on the bench in the park, her short, jet-black hair peeking out from under a knotted woolen scarf. She wore a snug white sweater and a long black skirt that swirled around her legs as she shifted uncomfortably. A chastity belt glinted at her ankle, a gift from her older brother, though it wasn't stopping her from fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. Her small breasts strained against the thin fabric of her sweater, and her tired face reflected the weariness of a sleepless night. As she flipped through the pages of her book, the juice dripped steadily down her thigh.