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My disobedience earns me a kick to my side, and the force of it knocks me over.
I should’ve stayed with the guys.
But deep down, I know it wouldn’t have mattered. Why would they care about this? They love kicking me when I’m down. Besides, there’s no way they could’ve helped.
At first, Professor Kammes threatened to fuck with my grades. He said he’d fail me on grounds of cheating or plagiarism. I was eighteen and terrified, so I went along with it.
From there, things just got worse. He took video after video of me—giving him head, riding him, touching myself while begging him to fuck me. I never wanted any of it, but he’s always made me act like I like it.
The moment he showed me the video he recorded without my knowledge, I knew I was fucked. He barely even had to imply that he’s willing to post them online and attach my name to them.
I want to be a history teacher, for fuck’s sake. All it’d take is one of those circulating around online, and I’d become virtually un-hirable.
Professor Kammes can ruin me in minutes, and I’m helpless to do anything about it.
A slap to my face brings me out of my wallowing. It stings, but I blink back my tears. I’ve cried enough over the past twenty-four hours.
“Up, Athelia.”
Slowly, I climb to my feet. “I can make up for it. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, you will. Take off your panties.”
Bowing my head, I do as he says. My body aches, yet at the same time, it feels hollow.
“Hands behind your back.”
“Please don’t—”
He slaps me again before grabbing my wrists and forcing them behind me. Within seconds, he has them cuffed much more tightly than he normally does.
I just want to die. I can’t take this anymore.
Professor Kammes spins me around and bends me over his desk, and I wince as my bruised body hits the wooden surface. I try to adjust, but he forces me back down.
“Don’t fucking move.”
I stay frozen, too afraid of what he’ll do if I even breathe. He kicks my legs apart before placing a spreader bar between my ankles. He only does that on days when I’m acting more reluctant than normal.
It’s like he knows I want to fight back, so he’s making sure I can’t.
This isn’t worth it.
Professor Kammes shoves the skirt of my dress up before squeezing my ass. I hear him undo his belt and pants, and I shut my eyes, bracing myself for the pain.
Chapter Nineteen
Wes
“What happened?”
The sound of Athelia yelling woke me up, but I thought it was just because she realized she was in bed with Kellan and Cal. But then I heard her stomp down the stairs and slam the front door.
You two had one job.
Cal and Kellan both stare at the floor. I almost bash their heads together but stop myself at the last second.
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
