Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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Second room: the chair room
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His fingers move one last time to my intimacy to hand me my tampon. I deduce that I've survived this room. But my joy is short-lived. Angel undoes my bonds, with that sadistic smile I know him for. This man is not a good loser. He has no intention of letting me win against him. And yet, I have no intention of giving up.
"So....," I begin as he unties me, "if I survive the next three rooms, I have the right to ask for what I want?"
He sneers.
"I'll have your sister released, that's enough."
"I want more!"
"What do you want?"
"I don't know yet, but I'll think of something."
"Okay. We'll see..."
I taunt him but I'm less of a show-off when the ties come undone. I fall to the ground like a pancake. My legs don't respond.
"That's what naughty girls get!" he says proudly.
But luckily, he's there to catch me. He lifts me up and carries me into a second room. I let him.
"It's the only way to make amends, isn't it?"
I say it thinking he's already done it. That he's telling me not to worry and that none of this is necessary. Except, of course, he's having far too much fun for that!
"You know, Princess...the price of forgiveness is very high these days."
"So I see..."
We laugh. I didn't think I had the strength, but just seeing her face light up makes me happy. I place my lips on his and kiss him passionately. I might not have the strength to do it again...
"Are you trying to corrupt me?"
"Maybe...", I answer, biting his lower lip.
He smiles.
"Got it!"
If the first room was red, this one is painted dark purple. Above all, it's practically empty. There's a big black cupboard that reaches the ceiling, LED lights and a huge bed. There are also a few displays of sex games I recognize. But I don't know what we're going to do in there. So I try to get some information out of him.
"Which of my senses are you going to titillate here, Angel?"
In vain.
"You'll see!"
Not the answer I was looking for. He places me on the bed. I try to lie down, but my legs are still asleep. He observes me, slightly amused.
"You still don't want to give up?"
"I'd rather die!"
"You asked for it, princess."
Then he grabs my legs and pulls them together. He pulls them closer to the two bedposts and fastens them with ominously black handcuffs. But I can't even make it difficult for him: my legs barely respond. Then he walks around the canopy bed and gets close to my face. I can't help but smile as he pulls my legs together.
