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I’m most scared, wondering how I’m supposed to go back to normal when all this is over. When he finally has what he wants or decides he’s bored with torturing me. I’m scared I won’t know how to go back to being ‘good’ - terrified my life will go back to being mundane and monotonous.

The masked man has awoken something that’s been laid dormant in me for a long time, and I don’t know how to force it back into hibernation. I don’t even know if I want to.

Unknown number

Fear is good, my dirty little slut. It makes for an even sweeter release. But I’d never let anyone look upon what’s mine like this.

Now tell me, have you ever been with a man like me before? Have you ever let someone take control of you, to the point where you don’t know where one ends and the other begins?

My heart races as I consider his question. The truth is, I’ve never had a sexual experience quite like this. No one has ever dominated me before. The thrill and fear of the unknown is dizzying.

“No,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. He knows my answer already, but he wants to hear me say it. “I’ve never had an experience like this before.”

Unknown number

Well, I’m glad you’ve found your dark side, my sweet Cora. Now, I promise you, the pleasure is just around the corner. But for now, you have to trust me. Keep your desires secret, and your body will thank you. Get to class and do not say a word to anyone.

The footsteps in the corridor fade away, and I’m alone once more. When no more messages come through, disappointment surges through me, leaving me panting and trembling. I stare at the phone in my hand, my heart pounding with anticipation and trepidation. Why am I excited at the prospect of his next visit? Have I fallen under his spell so easily?

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Fuck me. I didn’t think she’d actually do it. I don’t know whether to be impressed by her obedience or fucking enraged by her stupidity. It’s Spiro all over again – my sweet, innocent Cora being willingly led astray in exchange for a little attention. How do I make her see what she’s doing is dangerous? How everyone is out to hurt her?

Even me.

I want her to break so she realizes she needs me. Needs my guidance. She needs to learn to be stronger, to stand up for herself, to not be such a pushover.

I look forward to the day when she realizes her power.

But until then, I get to enjoy fucking with her.

After all, even villains are heroes in their own twisted tales.

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CORA

The following week is hell. After the bathroom incident, I’d run into Mr. Marx just outside the restroom door. I’d freaked out, sputtering some pathetic excuse, that he ignored, in favor of glaring at me. It was such an unnerving experience.

What was he doing up there? Did he know what I’d just done?

A part of me immediately freaked out, thinking that he was the masked man.

It seems like every corner I turned, he was there, watching me.

I’d gotten detention when I finally made it to class. I zoned out so hard, I ignored the teacher and every attempt she made to get my attention. She’d given me detention for Friday afternoon.

The jocks, in all their infinite intelligence, had caused such a ruckus as they antagonized me this week that they also got assigned to detention. Detention that Marx will be supervising. So this afternoon, I get to deal with my stalkerish teacher and the jocks that hate me.

I’m chewing the eraser off my pencil, when the last bell of the day rings, and I sigh. Could I fake an illness bad enough to get me out of this?

“You good?” Lizzy asks, frowning, as we pick our stuff up, ramming it into our bags.

There’s only two weeks left of school, and it seems stupid and pointless to be issuing detention this late in the year. Especially to a senior. So no, I’m not good.

“I have detention. With the airhead jocks,” I grumble. “And Mr. Marx. Who watches me like some kind of creeper.”

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