Somehow, an investigation had started at the school. The police and detectives would inquire about the students, life at the school, what is being taught.
They would even come up to the students to ask them about life. No one confessed the truth, but it seemed like they didn't even need to.
The police and detectives already had a story to roll with, even before they came here. The investigation was just for appearances.
They saw the bruises, but that didn't matter. They weren't going to change their minds.
Another two years had passed before another investigation had been launched. After the first one, life had become so much worse at the academy.
The whites didn't want to lose their paradise. The reds took the brunt of all the pent up emotions of the whites. Sometimes, one red would turn on the other, just to remove attention from themselves. It was a competition.
At one point, the whites started to get bored of the constant harassment. It was no longer fun repeating the same actions on a daily basis. On the other hand, the reds were slowly becoming numb to the pain. Some of them didn't even feel pain anymore. That just made the whites even more mad.
So they came up with an idea. A game of sorts. Turn it into a real competition.
If the reds did something for the whites, or pleased the whites, they would be rewarded with a cube of sugar.
The reds hadn't had sugar in years. So they all did whatever they could. Whatever.
Some of the whites made the reds do things to them. They would touch them. Force themselves on them.
Illya was the first. She was loved by everyone - family and friends. The whites just couldn't resist. They both hated and loved her. They wanted her.
They would touch her, make her perform sexual acts, get together and do things to her as a group. They would sometimes even have other reds do things to her.
Every time, she would get a cube of sugar. Eventually Illya became rich. Rich in sugar.
She hated it at first, but she eventually learned how to block her mind, emotions, and feelings to everything. She had become a blank slate.