A Twisted Identity [A Student/Teacher Romance]

Reminiscent Pain

[A/N: Today loves we have another dedication today, this is for the author of 'He's hot, young, smart & rich and he wants me!! He's also my school teacher!' and well duckies, I think the title says it all. It's a short but good read, and has been completed so go and check it out!]

Chapter 7: Reminiscent Pain

“Ya know, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m either insane or a real deviant, because i’m actually starting to like this.” The girl said, cackling madly as the whip sliced through her skin, its thorns tearing through her on the recall. 

“I don’t know,” She said looking over her shoulder at her assailant.  “What do you think? Am I mad? Or just perverse?” 

The man said nothing, just raised the whip high over his head and brought it back down again. The girls eyes flashed as the leather made contact with her skin again and grinned wickedly. 

“I’m leaning more towards mad myself.” She continued as the lash came down again. 

“You know you’re welcome to chime in anytime.”

Swish. 

“So how do you get into the torture business anyhow?” 

Swish.

“You weren’t very popular in high school were you?” 

Swish. 

“Are you married?” 

Swish. 

“Was it arranged?”

Swish.

“I bet it was.”

Swish.

“So are you into this kinky kind of stuff at home or are you just-”

SWISH.

“Okay, okay, I get it. Sensitive topic. Sorry.”

Swish.

“So, my birthday is in a few days.”

Swish.

“You can come to the party if you like.” 

Swish.

“Your wife can come too.”

Swish. 

“There won’t be many people there though.” 

Swish.

“You know you could at least try to be friendly.”

Swish.

“I mean I’m going out of my way to be nice here.” 

Swish. 

“And you won’t even give me the time of day.” 

Swish.

“You know it’s very rude to-”

“WILL YOU SHUT UP!” The man yelled, throwing the whip on the ground and stalking out of the room, slamming the heavy door behind him. The girl waited a few minutes but nothing happened.

“Hey, is anyone gonna let me down?” She asked to the empty room. 

Silence.

“I guess not.” She said, sighing and looking down at the ground a few feet below her. 

“Well... this sucks.”

...

“Saya!” A voice called from somewhere above her. 

“Saya?” It repeated.

“Saya wake up Doll.” 

“Hmmm?” Saya said groggily, sitting up slowly.

“Oh good you’re finally awake.” Logan said, relief clearly visible on his face.

“What happened?” She asked, looking around the room with confusion. 

“You fainted,” He said smugly, smirking. “Sorry about that by the way, if I had realized I affected you that strongly...” 

“Arrogant prick.” Saya muttered. 

“I’m sorry what was that?” He asked. 

“You heard me,” Saya scowled. “I called you an arrogant prick.” 

“Now, now Darlin’ that’s not very nice.” He chided, smirking as he pulled her closer to him. 

“Truth hurts doesn’t it?” She retorted. Logan chuckled and leaned down to whisper in Saya’s ear. 

“Well, now your back amongst the living, how about we continue where we left off?”Saya shoved him hard and turned away. 

“Not a chance in hell.” 

“Afraid your going to faint again?” He teased. Saya twitched and turned to him slowly.

“Okay, first off, I don’t faint! I’ve passed out before, but I don’t faint! And secondly even if I did, it wasn’t because of anything you did!” She seethed.

“Oh Darlin’ I could take that so many different ways.” He said sporting an amused grin. Saya growled in response, scowling at him. 

“So,” Logan said glancing over at her. His demeanor suddenly serious. “What were you dreaming about?” 

“Why do you ask?” Saya asked before she could stop herself. She was so stupid! Why didn’t she just make something up?

“You were laughing ... kind of manically. It worried me.” He said quietly. 

“Oh, it was nothing, just a nightmare.” She said looking out the window. Her heart wasn’t in it and he could tell she was lying, and that scared him. If she wanted to lie to him she could do so easily and he’d never find out, she was too good so ... why wasn’t she? 

“Do you always laugh in your nightmares?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood with a grin. 

She didn’t respond. 

“Did it,” He hesitated, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. “Did it have to do with those scars?” Saya looked at him to find he was looking at her back, his eyes dark and morose. 

“Yes.” She said, rubbing her shoulder as a familiar dull ache returned to her, the same ache that always came back when she thought about her scars. 

“Did it hurt?”He asked, reaching out to touch them. She shrunk away from the touch instinctually and his hand fell back onto the matrices. 

“Yes.” She said quietly. 

“Are you ever going to tell me how-”

“No.” She replied, looking out of the window. 

“I didn’t think so.” He said, looking out the window too. 

[A/N: So, a darker chapter here huh? This is actually about the 5th time I’ve tried to write this chapter and it was kinda hard ya know? I needed to begin leading into the second phase of this story but I wasn't quite sure how. I think I've pretty well figured it out now though. Anyway, I did try to add in a little dark humor in there, but I'm not sure if anyone out there is as deranged as I am so I'm not sure how many of you will really find this funny but hey!  Read, Rate, and Review!]