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“As I expected,” he murmurs, walking toward his desk.
My heart slams against my ribs in apprehension of his next lesson. “I’m serious. Get an expert to analyze the photograph.” I grind my nails vigorously into my palm. “They’ll confirm it’s not genuine.”
His aquamarine gaze meets mine. “That may or may not be true, but I’ve seen the photograph, and it looked convincing to me.” He pulls a ruler from the drawer, making my heart skip a beat. “I teach discipline through one method.” He slides the plastic across the palm of his hand.
What does he intend to do with that?
“What method?” I ask, my heart racing at one-hundred miles an hour.
A dark smile twists his beautiful lips, and the flash of evil I’d seen the day I arrived at the academy ignites in his eyes. “Pain.”
I swallow hard as he moves closer. “You’re asking me to lie about that photograph.” I’ve never been a good liar. I hate lying.
He tilts his head. “Discipline is about following rules, Eva. If I ask you to stop lying about the photo, then that’s what you should do.”
I shut my eyes, inhaling a deep, shuddering breath. I won’t allow this ass to make me lie about that photograph, no matter what he does. “But I’m not lying,” I grit out.
He tuts. When I open my eyes, he’s standing a few feet away.
“W-what are you going to do?” I ask, loathing how my body shakes with fear.
There’s a smirk on his lips, which fills me with dread. “I told you we don’t shy away from corporal punishment here, Eva.” He places his palm out flat and smacks the ruler against it. “Hand out for me, please.”
I swallow hard and lay the flat of my palm out.
He brings the ruler up and then smacks it against my palm so hard it takes the air from my lungs. The strike stings as I stare in shock at the principal. “Are you going to stop lying to me, Eva?”
I grit my teeth and harden my gaze, glaring at him. “I’m not fucking lying.”
“That’ll be two more for that language,” he growls, grabbing my other palm and pulling it flat next to the other. He brings the ruler down in quick succession over both palms, making me cry out. “Now, tell the truth.”
I glare at him with a newfound hatred, feeling such conflicting sensations when I look into his aquamarine eyes. “I am telling the truth,” I grind out.
Six more strikes follow, harder than before. I feel tears pooling in my eyes.
He clicks his tongue; the sound making rage simmer in my gut. “I think I need to be harsher.” His aquamarine eyes blaze with evil intent as he stares at me, making my stomach churn with nausea.
He won’t rest until I admit to something that isn’t true, which goes against every instinct and moral in me. I will not admit to doing something I didn’t do.
This is going to be a very long hour.
9
OAK
It takes every ounce of restraint within me not to bend this beauty over the desk and spank her ass with the ruler until she’s so sore she won’t be able to sit for days.
I’m a sadistic son of a bitch because I know she’s not lying, but I can’t help myself. The darkness inside of me demands I make her hurt, punish her for being the offspring of the two people who tore my world apart. And yet, there’s a small part of me that wants her close, begging me with those beautiful, bright hazel eyes to stop.
“Are you ready to tell me the truth?” I ask, halting my assault on her red palms.
Her eyes narrow, and she holds my gaze without a word.
“Do I need to take this punishment a step further?” I ask, searching those eyes for fear.
If she fears me, she doesn’t show it. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
I narrow my eyes. Eva seems so unaltered by the pain I’ve inflicted. There’s a part of me that is desperate to push her more, see how long she will hold out, and I’m so close to following that instinct. Everyone has a breaking point, and I want to see how long she will take the moral high ground.
