MFT 2/ Final Class

"In anger, he loses his mind"

After dinner, Mum cleared the table and then went to the garden with the laundry basket that she had fetched from the basement earlier. Katie went back upstairs to her room to do her homework. Now I sat alone at the table with Logan, silent. "Will you come with me," I said, standing up and looking at Logan. He looked at me with a little fear and emotionlessness, but did the same. I then took his hand and walked with him towards the basement. The door opened with a soft squeak and behind it was a staircase. Behind Logan I closed the door again and turned on the light through the nearby light switch. Briefly the light flickered until it fully illuminated the room. We then walked down the stairs until we reached the bottom, I let go of Logan's hand and took a few steps away from him. I turned to him and saw his nervousness and fear. "What are you going to do?" he asked anxiously, looking at me. At first I didn't say anything, because I wanted to choose my words carefully, but finally I didn't manage to do so. "Have you completely lost your mind!", I shouted at him until he flinched. Apparently he didn't expect me to yell at him. "You think I'm going to let you get away with that action? You're fucking the biggest teacher bitch in school!". Logan continued to keep his eyes closed and tried to breathe calmly, but couldn't because of his fear.

Now I took a few steps towards him so that I was only one step away from him. With one finger I lifted his chin and looked at him. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat and his teeth were chattering slightly. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," I demanded, and in response he opened his eyes. I had never seen Logan like this before. Scared and powerless. This time I was the one who had power over him. Actually I had in mind that I wanted to clarify the matter with words, but my body also wanted to participate in the matter. Again I took a step away from Logan and he continued to look at me. He didn't know what I was going to do, but hoped that I would calm down. I was seething with anger as I looked at him and imagined him having sex with Mrs. Carter. My mind tried to stop my next action, but it was already too late. With my right hand, I lashed out and gave him a hard slap. Logan cried out and held his cheek in response. He looked at me with shock in his eyes, as he had not suspected that I would hit him. Normally he would have said something, but apparently he was speechless from my action. It felt great to finally let out my anger even if it was Logan. He was responsible for what he had done and by now he should know that my barrel would overflow at some point.

"Come here," I ordered, but he shook his head. "You should do what I tell you," I threatened him until he came toward me with hesitant steps. His head was down when he finally stood in front of me and I heard him swallow hard. "Look at me damn it!", I said louder as he raised his head and opened his eyes. "Did it feel good to fuck Mrs. Carter? Shoving your cock into her cunt at high speed?", I asked and saw that Logan was very uncomfortable. His cheeks were turning red, as he didn't like to talk about the subject of sex. "Answer me!", I shouted and again he flinched. "You should know that the sex..." he started to say, but I interrupted him. "That it was beautiful?", I asked angrily as he looked at me in shock. Before he could say anything to that, I hit his nose with my fist as he cried out again. When he turned his head back to me, I saw that he was bleeding from his nose. I guess I had really gotten to him. My anger should have subsided by now, but I was reminded of all the situations in which Logan had betrayed me. Luka's mom, Jan and now Mrs. Carter. To keep Logan quiet, I got some tape and put a strip on his mouth. Briefly he resisted until I pushed him up against the wall and threatened him. "If you do what I tell you, nothing will happen to you," I whispered. Criminals should stick to this agreement, but this was not possible with me. I never had so much anger towards Logan and I had to get rid of it. When I looked at him again, I noticed tears running down his cheeks. From two beatings, he already seemed so broken? I didn't believe him. I briefly stroked his cheek with my hand as I lashed out again and gave him another slap. I grabbed his wrists and held him with all my might. He wanted to scream in pain, but this was not possible because of the tape. Logan wanted to fight back with his feet until I spread them with mine and looked at him angrily. His tears were increasing and didn't seem to stop.

"Do you want more pain?", I asked, bringing my knee to his crotch. By now Logan was shaking and quite afraid of me. Briefly, I stroked his balls with my knee until I finally thrust and he threatened to collapse. I held him on his legs and saw him squint his eyes in pain. He should be in a lot of pain now, but that wasn't enough for me. "You are such a fucking bastard! You're gay and taken and you still keep fucking women!", I screamed. With one hand, I reached down and grabbed his testicles with a firm grip. Logan shook his head back and forth violently, hoping I would now leave him alone. Continuing with anger, I looked at him and smiled. Shocked, he looked at me until he could feel the sharp pain underneath again as I squeezed my hand tighter. After that, I lost myself in a formal frenzy of violence. I beat Logan up in our basement and my mind couldn't stop me from leaving him alone.