Page 23 of Slaughtered Firefly
“Miss Williams,” the secretary said, pointing towards the open door.
“Coming,” I briefly glanced back as Scott’s form had turned the corner. The door closed with a soft thud.
Principal Moore stepped around his desk and sat down with a tight expression, disappointed by today’s events. It was the “in” I’d been waiting on for almost a year and the reason I was in this town. I frowned as Principal Moore spoke. His tone was disapproving, and of course he was threatening to put me on suspension. My nose throbbed from the impact, and I wanted badly to scratch it, but my hands remained motionless in my lap.
“I’ll have to call your father, Miss Williams,” he said in a serious tone, and I blanched. That was not a practice response, but it was a genuine reaction when anything could disappoint Daddy. I had already taken longer to complete this job thanI should have; we still didn’t have the leverage, and Dad was losing his patience.
“We don’t have to call him do we? I mean it was a complete miscommunication and totally unacceptable. I’d just hate to bother dad on his business trips…” I trailed off, hoping the sincerity and plea in my voice would be enough.
“Miss Williams you know school policy when an incident happens we have to call the parents,” He pressed on. Fuck. Scrambling was not how I wanted this to go down; I was supposed to be in control. Now I had given it away at the slightest mention of Daddy.
“Principal Moore, please you can’t call my dad, I’ll do anything but you can’t call him,” My voice lacked the confidence to make that statement, and I was on the verge of losing his interest. A tear slipped down my cheek before I corrected it. I shivered and swiped at the liquid.
“Mia you’re a lovely girl, and you have a bright future but I’m afraid I can’t go against policy,” he continued, and that was my last chance, I had to seduce him or leave the whole thing to blow up in my face. Seduction — that’s what they taught me.Be a good little slave and shut up, take this dick like the whore you are.I blinked a few times and swallowed the memory. This was too important to get stuck back at the center. I needed to make Daddy proud. I stood up and smoothed my skirt down; it was the half-second I needed to fix my head.
“Are you sure there’s nothing we can’t work out? I mean, I will do detention this afternoon.” I unbuttoned my blouse as I batted my eyes and then looked away. It was that sultry voice that masked the panic, the one the trainers always enjoyed when I wasn’t fighting back.
“Besides, it would be a shame to skip meeting those recruiters. You took the time out of your schedule to make sure I could meet them,” Another button opened, and my eyesturned back towards him. It was a challenge, a man’s need to take control of the situation. I had to move slowly or risk fucking it all up. “But you are right Principal Moore, I broke the school rules, I should learn from the consequences.” With the last button undone, the blouse fell open to reveal the lacy red bra underneath. I had paired the color with my lipstick and was nervously biting my lip. I waited with bated breath, inhaling slowly and exhaling even slower, watching as his eyes tracked the rise and fall of my breasts.
Come on, take the bait, dammit. I freed my lip, and it sprung back into place, my lips still parted as I mustered enough sexiness as I could. God, I was cringing at my own actions. It was easier back then. The men didn’t hide how depraved they were; they would have me on my knees by now. Punishment for speaking out of turn. I batted my eyelashes, pretending not to notice how long I stood there on display.
“Miss Williams,” his tone said no, but his eyes said yes.
“Principal Moore.” I replied, still feigning interest even though I was holding back my gag. My nervous system was on edge. I waited for them to come in — the rope, the whips, the gags. They never came through; they hadn’t come for me these past two years. I had to move. I had to follow through.Stupid little girl, just get it over with.I walked around to his side of the desk and kneeled, placing my hands on his thighs. I could see the bulge in his pants growing; there was no denying it.
“Shouldn’t I be punished for breaking the rules?” My eyes rested on the bulge as I asked. I needed him to think about that question. If he was the sick bastard I had the pleasure of seducing, then he wouldn’t deny a punishment. Punishments were exciting. If he put his principal mask back on, he would deny himself, and he had already gone too far. The submissiveness came back like a ton of bricks, the trainer’s faceflashed in my mind and it took every nerve not to shiver and remain neutral.
Moore’s hand gripped my hair and pulled my head sideways and upwards to look him in the eye. I could see the lust clouding his vision and making his rationale disappear. My face filled with a hint of fear, just enough to excite him more than my eyes glanced down at the disgusting bulge. I would love to stab it, maybe put it in a vice and let him cut it off with a butter knife as the room burns around him. Yes, his screams would echo around the burning wood as metal shingles fell. Cut it off fast or die trying. The glee filled me; it grounded me, and I almost cracked a smile.
He jerked my head up, and I gripped his arm to stabilize myself as he pulled me upward by my hair. Gross, where’s the bleach to drink and disinfect myself from his stares?
“Get back to class. You’ll serve detention today, I will pick you up front when it is time to leave,” his voice barely contained the underlying excitement as he let go of my head and got up in a rush.
My breath was burning in my lungs. There was nothing new about this reaction, but still it shocked me just how much my body could be a weapon.
I robotically buttoned up my blouse and grabbed my bag, headed to my last class.
13
KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN
Thirteen years ago
Ikept my head down, not really bothering to socialize with any of these uptight, pretentious rich kids. I had to be here whether I liked it or not; it was that or be a ward of the state since Mom’s coma. Uncle would not let go that easily. Not when I was bringing home thousands of dollars a fight. We decided sports were a no-go, but once the soccer season started and the embarrassment of a goalie letting through every single goal dropped the rankings for the school, I was told to join. It was a perfect cover for some of the mysterious bruises that cropped up on my rib cage and sides.
I always caught the ball, and soon enough the team played the best games. How could they not when all they had to do was score one goal? It was a boring sport, but I couldn’t deny it was nice to change a fist for a ball.
I glanced up at the crowded cafeteria as I picked at the fries on my plate. Lunchtime was the one meal I didn’t have to pay for and yet the meal I ate the least. Uncle James was right about one thing: if I wasn’t earning money, I was useless. I made it my mission to earn after being left on the railways beaten half to death. I shivered at the thought, pulling my hoodie down.
My eyes roamed over the tables, watching each club as they sat and began chattering. There was nothing new about the social cesspool of high school. Every division had its leader, and every leader looked up to the queen, Mia Williams.
My eyes found the queen in her center chair, a popular good girl who never strayed out of line. She would walk these halls as if she owned them, and to be honest, she kind of did. Her talent in every subject made it easy for her to fit in. She wasn’t rude, never unfriendly, and everyone adored her. She was also smoking hot with a bit of a rebellious side, always wearing a skirt too short and blouses that were hardly holding in those boobs. It was no wonder every guy on campus wanted to get in her pants.As if she knew my thoughts, our eyes locked as she walked over to her seat.
She had just sat down and was laughing with her gaggle of girls when Bryce gripped her shoulders from behind, lifting her unceremoniously out of her chair. He then proceeded to sit in it himself. She stood there for a moment contemplating what she wanted to do before walking my way.
I was seated by the exit door, so I figured she would just walk right past. “Funny he thought that would work,” I muttered under my breath.
There was nothing more disturbing than being demanding of a woman and expecting her just to take it; it was pathetic. She had stopped walking and was staring at me. I looked up after a moment, and she looked pleased. I had no idea why she was pleased with me, the loner who didn’t give two fucks if I was popular, and I pushed my chair back, deciding I was done with my food.
