“Second time in trouble with Nitkin in less than a week,” Nat murmurs quietly.
I swallow hard and pull out my assignment, along with my math book, glancing in Nat’s direction. “It was be a few minutes late or turn up with my assignment part finished.” I shrug. “Maybe I picked the wrong option.”
Nat opens her mouth to reply, but she doesn’t get a chance.
“Silence,” Nitkin growls, slamming a ruler on my desk with a crack.
I purse my lips and look up at him. There’s no doubt that the heat I felt before is accompanied by fear now after he showed me a glimpse of the darkness that lies within. “Sorry, sir,” I mutter, bowing my head and focusing on my textbook.
“Now, all of you turn to chapter five.” He paces away from my desk, giving me some room to breathe again. “I believe you were working on calculus with Jameson before she left.”
I swallow hard and watch as he paces up and down the front of the classroom, knowing that he won’t be lenient on his punishment with me. A part of me is excited, and another part is frightened.
I need to stop down this crazy path toward destruction before the fear overtakes the excitement. There’s no doubt after what I witnessed in that basement that Professor Nitkin has what it takes to destroy me completely. He’s mean and tortured and I’m not sure what he’s capable of.
And for some fucked up reason, I want to find out.
6
GAVRIL
Camilla sits at her desk, waiting for me to dole out her punishment. She doesn’t seem to be able to meet my gaze for very long, ever since the incident down in the basement. I guess she’s embarrassed that she climaxed from the pain. The sound of her moaning and whimpering while I inflicted pain on her was the most tantalizing sound I’ve ever heard, even better than screams of agony.
I flex my fists beneath the desk, wanting nothing more than to put her in shackles in my basement and flay her skin until she bleeds. And then lick her wounds like an animal until she’s begging me for my cock in her tight, virgin cunt. That’s exactly why I can’t punish her that way, as I know I won’t be able to stop myself. She’s too tempting, and while I try to maintain an air of control, I’m always fighting my sadistic instincts.
Every single day is a battle against myself.
I stand and walk toward her desk, noting the way she keeps her focus down. Her head bowed in perfect submission, as if everything about Camilla was designed to tease and tempt the beast to come out and play.
“Explain to me why you were late.” I stop in front of her desk, crossing my arms over her chest.
She finally looks up at me, her wide honey brown eyes full of fear with only the barest hint of excitement. Camilla doesn’t look at me with the same desire ever since I showed her a glimpse of the true darkness inside of me.
“I was late because I was finishing my math assignment in the library and it took me longer than the hour free period I had.” Her tongue darts out over her full bottom lip, drawing my attention to them.
“Why wasn’t the assignment done before today?” I narrow my eyes at her.
Her throat bobs. “Because I forgot.”
I arch a brow. As although Camilla’s work is never perfect, she always hands it in on time. “You’ve never once forgotten to do homework for my classes, Miss Morrone. So I find that hard to believe.”
She shrugs. “Professor Jameson was always very lenient.”
It’s true. Out of all the professors at the academy, Jameson was the kindest. She rarely sent students into my sadistic clutches, believing my methods were too barbaric. “What made you decide to get the work done on time, then?”
“I heard you had taken over from her.”
I can’t help the smirk that twists onto my lips. “And you know I don’t do lenient.” I nod in response. “Which do you think gets you a worse punishment?”
“Sir?”
“Being late to class or not handing work in on time.”
She purses her lips together as she considers it, her brow slightly furrowed. “I’m honestly not sure. I thought the assignment was more important than a couple of minutes at the start of class, I guess.”
“Yes, but you also made a fellow student late.” I clench my jaw, trying to rack my brain for a suitable punishment. If pain doesn’t work, perhaps humiliation will. “I’m struggling to decide how to punish you, Miss Morrone.”
She tilts her head to the side slightly. “Why’s that, sir?”