Page 22 of Whispers of Obsession

Even good girls can be corrupted. I plan to remind her. There’s more than one way to be good.

Next time I see her, she’ll beg me to stop, and I’ll make her come over and over again.

That sweet virgin pussy will cream all over my cock as tears fall down her face, and she begs me not to hurt her. Her tears of confusion and fear will taste all the sweeter as I claim her flesh with my tongue.

She doesn’t even realize she’s already mine. Forever.

Now that I’ve had a taste, I’ll never let her go.

14

CORA

Ithink I’ve been lying here for days. Or maybe it’s only been an hour. I’m in shock… I think? The floor smells like dirt, and it tickles my nose, but I don’t want to move yet. The carpet is painful against my skin, and I know it won’t be long before my arm goes numb under me.

If I close my eyes, can I pretend this was just a nightmare?

A dark laugh,hisdark laugh, fills my thoughts. I gasp, and my eyes fly back open.

I’m a confusing combination of terrified and numb. Do I fight for my life, or do I give up and let him hurt me again?

Do I have any chance of figuring out who the fuck he really is? Do I even want to know?

He said he caught me with Victor. Does that mean he goes to my school too? Is he a student? Another teacher? He was taller than Victor, but Victor wasn’t exactly a large man. At least not height wise.

What do I know about the man in the mask? He’s tall. Maybe six four or taller. He had white skin, maybe slightly tanned fromwhat I could see between his black high necked top and the bottom of the mask. No visible tattoos, but he was more or less covered from head to toe, so how would I know. He muffled his voice well. Maybe he had a voice changer under the mask? Or maybe I was just too scared to try and tell if I recognized it.

I don’t want to get off this floor, or go back to the party, or go home. I don’t want to face Lizzy or my mother. How am I going to go back to school after this?

The school where the masked man might find me again. The school he’s already seen me in. He could be anyone there.

I squeeze my eyes shut and visions of the masked man flash through my mind, but I let them.

I let the fear fill me and embrace it. I know this feeling isn’t just going to go away. So I might as well deal with it…in a minute.

I force myself to take several deep breaths and then I sit up and look around the room I was just assaulted in.

I once read something that said people with childhood trauma often spend most of their lives in fight or flight mode. Maybe that’s why I’m handling this so well, because I’ve already been through something horrible.

I wonder if I’ll forget this moment twenty years from now, or will it haunt me forever?

I shake my head.No. He can’t have any more of me than he’s already taken. He can’t have my future. He can take what he wants from me for now, but one day I’ll be free from this. I’ll be free from this memory.

I hear a knock on the door, and look up with wide eyes as it’s pushed open.

“Bethany— Oh, hi, Cora,” Jessy says as he steps into the room and sees me on the floor. I immediately adjust how I’m sitting so he can’t see up my skirt. I’m painfully aware of the dampbetween my thighs – my own confusing arousal – and the fact that I’m bare.

I don’t say anything, just stare at Jessy, wondering if he can tell what I just went through. Can he tell I was just forced to suck a stranger’s dick? A stranger with a gun…

“What are you doing on the floor?” His words are slightly slurred, and when he takes a step toward me, he seems wobbly. He’s drunk.

When he slams the door, I flinch.

“Oh, oops. I didn’t mean to do that…” He chuckles, before moving to sit beside me on the floor. He practically falls on top of me, and I cringe and push him away.

He flops down beside me.

“Want a drink?” he asks, holding up a bottle.

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