Fear may have driven her away from me, but not because she was scared of me, but because she didn’t like what she learned about herself. The enjoyment she took from such primal, depraved delights I’ve opened her eyes to is difficult for her to come to terms with.
I sit down behind my desk and pick up the top essay on the pile of junior class essays for torture class I need to mark. However, I can hardly focus on the words in front of me as they all seem to blur together. At this rate, I’ll get nothing done, and it’s all Camilla’s fault.
Never have I been so hung up on another human in all my life. I tighten my grasp on the pencil I’m holding as I clench my jaw, wishing I could wash the delightful images of her naked and bloody out of my mind. And then the pencil snaps in half, breaking me out of the angry haze I’d fallen into.
Fuck.
Camilla leans toward Nat, and I snap then, knowing I need to speak to her after class before I go insane.
“What exactly is so important that you need to discuss during my class, Miss Morrone?”
Her head whips toward me and eyes widen. “I apologize, sir. I was just asking Nat a question about the assignment.”
I stand and approach her desk. “Who gave out the assignment?”
“You did.”
I nod. “So, if you have a question about it, who should you ask?”
Her lips purse together as she glares at me. “You.”
“Exactly. Now, what question do you have?”
Her cheeks flush a dark red as she gapes at me. “It’s not important. Nat answered it.”
I narrow my eyes. “So you were lying about having a question relating to the assignment?”
She shakes her head. “No, I told you—”
“I saw you speak, Miss Morrone, but Miss Gurin didn’t say a word in response before I interrupted you. So either you are lying or somehow you’ve developed telekinetic abilities.”
The class snicker at that.
Her shoulders slump, and she sighs heavily. “Fine, I lied.”
“You will stay behind after class.” I turn away and return to sit behind my desk, feeling relieved that she’s given me the opportunity to force her to be alone with me. I force myself to focus on the essays on my desk and put Camilla out of my mind, just for the rest of the period.
It feels like a lifetime before the bell chimes and the students get up, except for Camilla. I watch her as she frowns at her essay on the table, avoiding glancing at me.
I watch the students exiting the classroom, waiting for the last one to fuck off and leave me alone with my not so innocent conquest. Once the door clicks shut, I allow myself to return my attention to Camilla.
She’s now staring at me with a vacant look in her eyes, waiting for me to speak.
I don’t say a word as I stand and approach her desk.
Her eyes dilate with fear the closer I get and the sadist inside of me delights in her fear. Once I’m an inch from her desk, I stop and cross my arms over my chest.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Miss Morrone?”
Her eyes narrow. “I apologized already for talking in class.”
“And what exactly were you saying to Natalya?”
She shakes her head. “It’s not important.”
“I want to know exactly what you said, Camilla.”
Her throat bobs. “I was merely stating that this class was boring as fuck.”