Page 251 of Depraved Boys

“At three in the morning, Miss Claymore?” said Sebastian.

“Let me in,” she snapped.

“We can speak at breakfast,” he replied.

The sound of a metal object scraping wood filled the silence, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Had the woman really come equipped with tools to break into a boy’s room? The threat of her making things worse for Sebastian now held a new, more sinister promise.

“Sebastian Garraway,” she said in a blood-curdling whisper. “Let me in this instant, or I’ll hurt you.”

Nausea rose to the back of my throat. Regardless of what had happened between them in the past, no adult should enter the bedroom of a student while they slept. I knelt on the mattress, bracing my elbow into my torso and holding my forearm steady to stop the cameraphone from shaking.

“Go away, Miss Claymore!” Sebastian said. I gave him an encouraging nod to continue talking so that whoever watched this video knew exactly what was happening. “Please, I’m not having sex with you anymore.”

Whatever Miss Claymore had done with her metal implement had worked because the door opened several more inches. Enough to slide her hand through the gap and switch on the light. Squinting against the burn on my retinas, I clenched my teeth and held my breath. This was all the better for me to capture her.

It took her another several more seconds to squeeze part of her body through the door. A broad shoulder entered first, covered in the fluffy dressing gown she wore worn the day she had dumped me in that cave, with her long, black hair flowed and loose.

“This is your last warning,” said Sebastian.

A throaty laugh was her answer. “Consider this your last warning. If you make me file down any more of this doorstop, you won’t like your punishment.”

My nose wrinkled. Did she turn dominatrix before or after she discovered she’d been pigged?

“Get up and stand by the bathroom door,” Sebastian whispered to me.

Leopold pulled me to my feet and backed me toward the other end of the room. I didn’t resist. If Miss Claymore had any sense, she would come after the smartphone in my hand before ripping off Sebastian’s boxers. Once he was sure I was in position, Leopold stood in front of the door, giving me an excellent shot of his sculpted chest and the thin, white briefs that barely covered his modesty.

Moments later, Miss Claymore filed down enough of the stop to push the door open and stepped inside. Her thick dressing gown gaped, revealing a babydoll nightgown that barely covered her muscular thighs. Her black hair flowed over her shoulders, softening her made-up features.

Leopold clapped a hand over his pecs. “Miss Claymore! How inappropriate of you to sneak into a boy’s bedroom in the middle of the night.” His gaze flickered down her form. “And dressed for sex, too!”

The lustful gleam in her eyes dimmed to a dull horror, and the muscles in her face drooped. Pulling her robe closed, she turned to Sebastian, eyes gleaming with betrayal. “What is the meaning of this?”

“A sleepover with two friends,” said Sebastian.

Her gaze fixed on my smartphone, and I zoomed into her disappointed features. Baring her teeth, she snarled, “This is entrapment.”

“Sebastian didn’t invite you into his room,” I said.

“You did that all by your horny self,” Leopold added.

“Give me that phone!” She barreled toward me like a charging bull.

Leopold grabbed her by the arm. With a lightning-fast martial art movement, Miss Claymore broke out of the hold, twisted toward him, and made a hard palm strike that knocked him into the wall. Then she swept her leg under Leopold and sent him falling onto his back.

A gasp caught in my throat, and I fumbled for the door handle. Her head turned in my direction. The fury that burned in the woman’s eyes made her look ready to throw me head-first out of the window.

She rushed toward me, hissing, “Give me that phone!”

Leopold sprang up from the floor, grabbed Miss Claymore around the waist, and tackled her to the ground.

She thrashed about, trying to release herself from his grip. “Get off me, or I’ll expel you for assaulting a teacher.”

A shirtless Sebastian piled on top of her, and she raised her head, trying to buck them both off. I continued filming Miss Claymore. This footage was becoming more and more incriminating as time passed, and her dressing gown slipped off her shoulders and down her back.

“Stop this, right now!” She tried pulling herself up but only exposed the scandalously transparent, lace cups of her baby doll.

My eyes bulged, and I zoomed into her seduction attire. The red lipstick smudged across her face as she snarled and bucked, giving us the ammunition we needed to make her leave. Perhaps the woman was drunk. Perhaps she felt like she couldn’t get herself into any more trouble, perhaps she was confident that she’d eventually seize my smartphone before I would upload the footage to the cloud, but she acted like she was going to kill us all as soon as she got free.