Page 44 of Whispers of Obsession

You’re mine, Cora. Even when you’re asleep, you long to be mine.

You saw it, I know you did, the way your lips wrapped around me and sucked, trying to steal more of my taste. Such a desperate, filthy girl for me.

Don’t ignore me, Cora. Remember what I said… You won’t like what happens next. Now put your shirt back on. Lock the bathroom door and follow my instructions carefully.

I don’t hesitateto obey. If this video were to get out… God, it doesn’t bear thinking about. I quickly dress and cross to the bathroom door, peeking my head out to check that the corridor is still empty – it is – before locking the door. The second I do, my phone buzzes again.

He’s watching me. He must be. His timing is too perfect.

Glancing around, I look for cameras in the bathroom, but don’t see any. That’s a relief.

Unknown number

I know you enjoyed that, Cora. Even in your dreams, you’re a slut for me.

I shake my head as I read his words, almost imagining his mechanical voice saying them in my ear.

Unknown number

Don’t deny it. You enjoyed watching as much as you enjoyed what I did to you last night. You’re turned on. I can tell by your breathing and the way your nipples are trying to poke their way out of that tight little shirt you’re wearing. No bra. Interesting choice for school.

Feeling angry, I hit reply.

I was in a rush this morning. My alarm didn’t go off.

Unknown number

How could it, when you left your phone at school?

I swear I can see a smirk in his words. Which is crazy because I’ve never even seen his face, just that damn creepy mask, but I know he smirks at me often from beneath it. I just feel it.

He took my phone then. Deliberately planted it in my locker, knowing I would see his video at school. Why? Why not just show me this morning before school?

Because you would have said fuck being late and showered him off.

So hewantedme to come to school marked by him.

Shit.

Did Slater know it wasn’t toothpaste on my neck?

My face flames at the thought.

What do you want? I’m late for class.

Unknown number

I want you to admit that you’re turned on right now. You liked seeing what I did to you. You like it when I take away your choices and make you helpless. You’re enjoying being late for class right now, trapped in the bathroom and excited to do something illicit…

Is watching myself be sexually violated better than first period math? Tough call. But I don’t want that video being sent anywhere else, so I’m willing to play along.

You’re right… I didn’t hate it.

That’s as good as he’s going to get from me.

Unknown number

Admit it. You like being claimed by someone. Now that I’m gone, you wish you’d kept a tiny piece of me. A dirty little secret you could sit in class and clench your thighs to. The good girl who sits beside her peers covered in the cum of a man she doesn’t know.

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