Page 88 of Plug and Drain

“Ah, but last week you were a goody two shoes pretending you’re better than everyone else. And now you’re sucking up to the headmaster?” He licked his lips. “Can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing than teaching the headmaster’s pet a lesson.”

“This is about Arken?” Susie stammered.

“On a first name basis, are you?” Oscar jeered.

The omegas joined in the laughter—even the wolf, who panted and snickered.

They were nearly on top of her.

“No, this is about you,” Oscar said. “And for what you did to my face.”

He leered, the expression causing his skin to stretch and making the claw marks more obvious.

“That was in self-defence,” Susie said distractedly, throwing a glance behind her. Was there any chance she could talk herself out of this situation?

The temptation to break into a run was high, but that was the fastest way to incite the wolves into a frenzy.

She was out of time.

“Shut up.” Oscar’s face hardened. “We’re going to take our sweet time with you, bitch. Warm you up for your new Master.”

Susie felt the blood drain from her face as she backed away from the advancing wolves.

Think, Susie. Think!

She summoned the coldest tone she could. “Assaulting me will only invite Arken’s wrath down on you all.”

“I thought you said you weren’t Arken’s pet,” Oscar countered, glancing at the others who guffawed appreciatively.

I’m not, Susie thought helplessly, taking another hasty step backwards. She stumbled and managed to catch herself on the wall behind her, realising too late that she’d backed herself into a corner. She’d missed her chance to return the way she’d come as the omegas began to fan out and surround her.

The only option left was a door that led to a dark classroom.

A dead end.

Shit, shit, shit.

She nudged the door open with her foot and darted inside. The omegas followed lazily, chortling.

Susie looked around for another exit, but there was none.

She was trapped.

Panic surged, suffocating her.

She could practically feel the hard press of Oscar’s bony fingers on her arms and the bruises they would leave afterwards, just like the ones that had barely healed from his first assault.

“There are other ways we could do this,” Susie said, her voice wavering as she lied through her teeth. “We could go somewhere else. To my room. Or y-yours. You don’t have to force me. I c-can come willingly.”

Over my dead body.

When push came to shove, she would fight tooth and nail to protect herself. But convincing the omegas to go to another location could give her a fighting chance to escape—or to scream for help.

The vampire guard.

He would help her. She just had to get within shouting distance.

A glimmer of hope appeared.