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“I was just wondering how this proceeds now that he is out,” I lie simply.
“Continue your interviews as normal,” Professor Green says. “You two can just coordinate times and locations.”
“You are welcome to walk with me down to my office and chat for today’s session,” Gabriel says.
“Uh… Yeah. That’s fine,” I say, rising from my seat. Professor Green watches me closely, and I don’t know how to feel right now.
“Was there anything else you needed to tell me, Nora?” Professor Green asks.
“Uh. Nope,” I lie with a small smile. “Thanks.”
When we step out of the room, I trail behind him down the hall. I am dragging my feet, not wanting to be alone in his office.
I could run.
Make him work for me at least, ya know? I am like a pig being led to slaughter right now.
As we pass the door for the stairwell, I slow down. We get two steps past the door when I stop. When he stops, I turn around, yank the door open, and slip out to start running downstairs.
The door opens when I am about halfway down the first set, and I scream when he is way faster than I anticipate. I run faster and manage a few flights, but as I get to the bottom landing, he grabs me.
“Stop, stop, stop!” I scream as he corners me. Gabriel swiftly covers my mouth and moves me under the staircase so no one can see us. I thrash and fight against his hold, but he doesn’t let go.
My eyes widen when I hear footsteps, and he turns me to place my back against the wall. Before I can consider trying to make noise, he pulls a knife from his waistband and presses it to my throat as he uncovers my mouth.
“I will slit your throat and fuck your corpse if you make one sound, Nora,” he growls quietly in my ear before sitting back to stare at me.
My entire body is trembling as he stares me down. The footsteps get closer as the person walks down the stairs. Tears roll down my cheeks when they get above us. I’d be dead before I could get help, and so would whoever is out there.
“Panties off,” he says when the person exits the stairwell.
“Please don’t,” I plead tearfully.
“And here I thought fear made you wet, Nora,” he says with a smirk. “Are you not scared enough?”
“You’re a fucking monster,” I spit.
“Evil can recognize its own, pretty girl,” he says, trailing the knife down my chest. “Panties. Now.”
“Sick piece of shit,” I mutter, but give up and do as I am told. I reach up my skirt to pull my panties off. When I step out of them, he yanks them out of my hands before wrapping them around the blade of the knife. The handle has a smooth and rounded end, and it dawns on me what he’s about to do.
“Feet apart, Nora,” he instructs. I grit my teeth and do it, because I don’t have any other choice.
Gabriel steps close as he grabs the knife by the blade. “Fight me, Nora, and I’ll fuck you with the blade instead,” he speaks softly in my ear. “Open your mouth.”
I do, and he shoves the handle into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I gag hard.
“Suck,” he growls, and I do. I know what happens next, and while saliva is absolutely not lube, it’s going to be the difference between bleeding or not.
When he brings the blade down, he intentionally rubs it on my clit and makes my body jerk. “So sensitive,” he says. “Tell me, Nora. How long until you seek me out?”
“I’ll never want you,” I choke out.
“How long do you think?” he asks. “How many times do I have to fill this pretty cunt before you break for me?”
“You’re sick,” I growl.
“And yet you can’t get me out of your mind,” he muses, shoving the handle into my pussy. I gasp loudly but slap my hands over my mouth as he starts roughly fucking me. He has it angled to hit every sensitive part of me he can. My body responds so quickly that it’s revolting.
