Page 30 of Sinister Legacy
I look back at the whiteboard, unable to shake the unease inside me and the trickle of a shiver that trails down my spine.
The games have only just begun.
Just then, Keira, Liam, and their friends enter the room wide-eyed. Liam barely spares me a glance, but I know he remembers the wake two days ago.
I know because he stiffens when he spots me before wrapping his arm around Keira’s waist and pulling her into his body.
He can pretend it’s to soothe her worries all he wants, but we both know what it is. We both know he’s secretly worried I’ll show her the photograph I took.
And I will.
But not today.
I smirk at him when he glances at me again, letting my gaze skate down to the girl in his arms. The same girl who was spread naked beneath me a few hours ago.
When I look back up, he narrows his eyes.
I can’t fucking help it.
I chuckle.
Principal Byrne is not an attractive man. In fact, he needs to do something about his beer gut and receding hairline. Maybe he could pull it off if he had an interesting personality, but he’s as boring as the dead plants on the windowsill in his office.
The only thing he has going for him is his decent-sized cock. And no student at this school should be as familiar with it as I am.
“How are you feeling?” he asks me, said cock in hand, unbothered by the sound of students outside his locked office door.
I watch his right arm move while he jerks his dick fast and viciously as if he wants to pull it off. I wouldn’t mind if he did. Beads of sweat have formed on his big, shiny forehead.
“I’m healing.”
“That’s good.”
Today is my first day back at school, and I should have known this sleaze bag wouldn’t let me have a few days to recover from my ordeal. He called me in here as soon as he found out I was back. And now I’m watching him jerk off. He smiles, revealing yellow teeth. “Did you do your homework?”
A subtle nod.
“Good,” he chokes out, his top lip glistening with sweat. “Bend over the desk and show me.”
The other day, I received a text message from him late at night with a set of instructions he expected me to follow over the coming days. This was one of them.
I rise from the creaky chair and slowly step between his legs and the desk, while he continues stroking his cock.
“There’s a good girl.” He bunches my skirt in his hand—another instruction—and shoves it up. “Bend over. Let me see.”
There’s a reason I never wear skirts. It offers easy access to predators like Principal Byrne.
Swallowing my pride, I bend over and lift my skirt.
“No panties. Good girl.”
A blush creeps up my neck as I feel myself grow wet. I shouldn’t like this. It’s fucking demented.
But I do.
The killer was right.
A sick, twisted part of me has come to crave Principal Byrne and his sweaty hands.
