"I always thought that the first time I'd be on my knees I'd be praying..." I held my breath lowering myself to my knees in front of him,
"Then worship," he smirked, "what do you desire?"
Being loved by the king of Socrates Academy is haunting, espe...
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- This chapter contains mature themes
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I stand confidently in the mirror frustration eating away at me as I attempt to tie the tie around my neck, I wear a suede black suit with a white undershirt, one that used to be my father's. I look in the mirror and I know that at this moment I have left my youth behind me like a trail of the boy I once was in a deep dark wood. I notice that my hair is starting to grow longer again, I look a little younger today- ironically enough.
