Page 64 of Hate Like Ours

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I storm up to Knox’s table and before anyone, even myself, is aware of what’s happening, I lunge for him. I begin clawing and punching him, trying to get my hands wherever they can get on his body. All I want to do right now is hurt him so he can know what pain feels like.

“You unimaginable bastard! Who the hell do you think you are?” I scream at him as I keep flailing my arms around. My nails dig into his neck and I see a scratch mark there a second later. I’m delighted at the sight when I see small droplets of blood appear on his skin. It’s about time I left some of my marks on him like he’s been doing with me. Although his are more along the lines of soul-deep marks that I can’t seem to shake or get rid of.

We’ve ended up on the floor and I get one more punch in before he grips both of my wrists and pins them above my head. I’m lying on my back, looking up at him as he stares down at me with venom in his eyes. I’m breathing hard and I realize that the cafeteria is filled with nothing but silence.

I look around and see that everyone is staring at us—some with their mouths wide open in disbelief and others with horror on their faces. I’m guessing it’s because no one has ever attacked their king like this.

My eyes stray to the entrance of the cafeteria and see Kinsley standing there, looking shocked. I look away from her. I’m as stunned as everyone else with my actions. I’ve never attacked anyone before and this is a new low for me. But this is all Knox’s fault and I hate him.

He still has my hands in a tight-as-fuck grip when he stands to his feet and pulls me up to mine. He’s now towering over me with his large frame and I gulp. It’s now that I realize that this situation could get really bad for me. He looks pissed and deadly, like he wants to do nothing but burn me alive. I disrespected the king in front of all his subjects and I know I’ll have to pay for that.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he questions in a low but deadly tone.

“Just giving you a taste of your own medicine, you unimaginable prick!” I snap at him. “You don’t get to fucking decide who is my friend or not!”

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, slut,” he says before he starts moving, dragging me behind him.

I dig my heels into the ground. I don’t want him taking me anywhere. He turns around, lifts me up and throws me over his shoulders before walking out of the cafeteria. No one dares to follow and no one helps me either.But I expected that…

I’m kicking and screaming the entire way down the hall to wherever he’s taking us. He walks into an empty classroom and locks the door behind him. He walks further into the room and puts me down before slamming me back up against the wall and wrapping his hand around my neck. He squeezes hard until I can’t breathe e and I try to claw at his hand so he’ll let go of me. It’s no use because he has a tight-as-fuck grip on me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Don’t you ever fucking pull some shit like that ever again! Do you understand me?” he snaps at me. My face is turning red from the lack of oxygen so he loosens his grip on me a little. I gulp in a breath of air into my starving lungs, wincing at the pain I can feel in my throat already.

“What? You’re the only one who gets to fuck with me, but you can’t take what you dish out. You’re nothing but a pussy ass bitch?” I snap at him angrily. All the anger from before comes back in waves.

“Tsk, tsk. You just don’t know when to shut that fucking mouth of yours, do you?” He sneers at me before spinning me around so that my entire front is against the wall. He lifts my skirt and pulls down my panties.

“You’re going to pay for that little stunt you just pulled. Don’t move an inch or I’m going to make it hurt worse. You don’t want to test me right now,” he snaps before moving away. He walks to the front of the class and I watch him pick up a ruler from the teacher’s desk.

Ah fuck! I know where this is going. I try to run but my panties around my ankles almost trip me. I barely manage to stay up right instead of falling face-first onto the ground.

“You just never listen, do you? For not doing as you’re told, that’s an extra ten lashes,” he tells me while smirking.

“Are you deranged? I’m not letting you hit me!” I squeak.

“You either take your fucking punishment or I’ll still punish you but I’ll make it worse for you,” he tells me in no uncertain terms.

I don’t move. I just stand there and wait. I know if I attempt to run again, he won’t hesitate to hurt me worse. I mean, the guy’s a sadist so he doesn’t even need an excuse.

“Turn around and lift your skirt up. Under no circumstance are you to let go of your skirt. Is that clear?” he asks.

When I don’t answer, he grabs me by the jaw and turns my face so that I’m looking at him. I wince but he holds firm.

“Is that clear?” he asks again.

“Crystal,” I hiss in response.

He spins me back around so that I’m facing the wall again and then lifts my skirt up for me to hold. My bare ass is on display and I’m sure he can see the small gauze covering my pussy lips.

“Aww, is your pussy sore?” he asks, laughing while my face turns red. I don’t answer. I just stare at the wall in front of me. Maybe if I ignore him, this will go by faster. “Count for me,” he says and a second later, I feel the sting of the first lash with the ruler on my ass.

“One!” I scream as the pain of the lash registers in my system. Fucking hell this hurts! By the time we get to eight, my butt is stinging and I feel nothing but the pain of it all. Tears stream down my face.

When we get to fifteen, the pain in my ass becomes unbearable and I’m full on sobbing. My ass is on fire and I have no doubt that I won’t be able to sit properly for a while.

When we get to twenty, the ache is still there but for some reason I’m wet. Not just wet, but my pussy is leaking. Of course the asshole notices.

“Tell me again how much you’re not a pain slut.” He snickers.

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