Page 45 of Whispers of Obsession

My entire body is inflamed, reading his words. I try to tell myself it’s from embarrassment, but there’s no denying I’m clenching my thighs a little too. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Quite a lot, it seems. This masked man is determined to take something from me, yet I can’t quite figure out what. It’s not just sex. My virginity. He could have taken that – or demanded I give it to him – that first night or any night since, so there has to be something else at play.

Before I can contemplate any further what it might be, the bell rings, and I startle. Shoving my phone into the back pocket of my jeans, I grab my bag and rush over to the door. My hand is reaching for the lock when the vibration against my ass stops me.

Sighing, I remove the device once more.

Unknown number

I didn’t say you can leave.

I’ll be late for class!

Unknown number

I don’t care. And in a minute, you won’t either.

What do you want from me?

Unknown number

To have some fun.

Being late and getting into trouble isn’t my idea of fun.

Unknown number

No. Fooling around with your teacher, a known pedo is.

It wasn’t like that.

Unknown number

Save it. Every time I see that asshole’s name, I get so mad I could kill.

Realization hits: my journal. There were too many mentions of Mr. Spiro’s name. In code obviously, but anyone who read it wouldn’t know who VS was. None of the students knew his first name.

But the masked man does.

So I saw, on your video…

Unknown number

Yes, back to that. I’m going to need you to do something for me.

What? If I do it can I go to class after?

Unknown number

Yes.

Go on.

Unknown number

Touch yourself. Watch the video again with your hands inside your panties

“No.” I shake my head, shocked at his suggestion, forgetting that he can’t hear me. I quickly send my refusal via text too for good measure, even though he can clearly see me somehow.

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