The Teacher's Pet

Chapter Eight

James Levine:
For the last time tonight, I run my finger over my lips, just to experience the sweet taste of Kat on my lips again.
The feeling of love I felt seconds ago, is replaced once again by the rage filling me up inside. My heart beats its way out of my chest, almost suffocating me.
I know I told myself, tonight I will be in control, tonight I will stay away from Kat. But now that she brought a date with her, the rules are long gone.
Liam. I have to find Liam.
I am going to kill him.
The image of his hands on her body will never leave my mind, I have it exactly memorized, the exact pattern of his left hand. Slightly touching her ass, gliding over to her hips.
My hands clench into tight fists, my nails digging into my skin. The only thing keeping me from totally losing my shit.
I storm through the way-too-long hallways, searching for my victim. Liam will learn his lesson tonight.
"Hey, Liam!" Lucky me, he was just going to the bathroom. There is nothing easier than catching your victim when he is already alone. I don't know how else I might've gotten him to talk to me alone in a different place than the sports hall.
"You mind if I talk to you for a second? I don't want to keep you from celebrating prom, it's just quick."
"Why does that have to be now?" Liam's words slur together into one sentence, a sign he definitely had way too much alcohol already. I'll be damned if I'm going to let him go back to Kat, and watch them dance again. He is way too drunk and will do things to her I can't even get up my throat to speak.
I suck in a rush of air to keep myself from losing my shit totally in the hallways. "It can't really wait till tomorrow, I promise I will be quick."
"If there is one person I don't want to talk with tonight it's a teacher, no offense, but specifically you. You're boring." I know for a fact he wouldn't have said this if he was sober or if he knew what kind of person I actually am. Not a pathetic teacher is all I can say.
"I'm going to ask it once again nicely, please join me for a little chat."
"I'm going to say it once again," Liam says, making a mock of what I just said. "No mister Levine, find someone else to talk to, don't you have a girlfriend or something?"
Something inside of him snaps, I can't tell if it's because of the mocking tone, or the fact that he dares to mention a girlfriend. I will have a girlfriend soon enough, I just have to find a way.
With more force then I used on Kat a few moments before I grab his arm. "You are going to come with me." It's hard to keep my voice low and steady. Obviously, I can't do what I want to do here, in every corner of the rooms and hallways are camera's. So I drag him outside, my nails digging into his flesh this time instead of mine. He lets out a few low groans.
"Fuck man, why the hell are you doing this?" Liam keeps asking useless questions. "Where are you taking me?"
After only two questions my mind gets tired already, and I instantly regret not sedating him. But dad always told me:
'If you can handle them, don't sedate them, it's a waste of product.'
I can easily overpower Liam, just my pinky finger would be enough to overpower him. And dad is right, it's a waste of product. Liam is a waste of products. "Can you just shut the hell up for one second? God." I mutter under my breath
The way to my car isn't far luckily, because I don't know how much longer I could listen to his whining.
"Don't you dare get my car dirty." The tone in my voice is so low and steady Liam flinches.
I hold open the doors of my Audi and push him inside, not even giving him the right to sit straight or buckle his seat belt. He is a loser, who doesn't deserve safety.

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During the car ride, I turned up the music as loud as I can. Everything to stop his stupid whining.
'Mister Levine you are crazy!'
'You are going to pay for this!'
'Once my dad finds out...'
I have heard it all before, Liam, it sure isn't unique. This shows his true weakness, crying for his mommy and daddy.
"Trust me, dude, next time, think better about who you have as a date for prom. That girl. Is mine. I don't like people touching what is mine."
"Bro, I didn't know she was your girl, you're her teacher that's fucking illegal." I chuckle softly as if something illegal should bother me. "Also, I was just lonely, so when she asked me of course I had to say yes. She is a beautiful girl, with a nice tight ass, I can't just let that go."
I'm going to fuck him up. Is my first thought. Going on a date with my girl is one thing, talking about her like she is a fucking object is another situation.
With a far too high speed, I pull into the driveway of my safe house. It is far far away and no one would be able to easily find it.
The next people living in this area are at least 20 miles away, no one will hear his piercing screams, not even when they echo through these woods.
Many people have died here, and I can say with certainty, Liam won't be the last.
"Get out of my fucking car." He takes a deep breath to speak more words, but I put my hand around the back of his neck and drag him out of my car. His shoe scratches the inside of my car.
That's going to be expensive.
"You fucked up big time."
The large doors of this 'house' don't even have locks, anyone can walk in at any point. Most people come here because they think it's haunted. I hope it is.
When I look at his face I can only imagine how Kat must've felt with him. Would she be afraid when she sees him? When his hands are touching her, does she feel pleasure or fear?
"What do you want from me?" His words interrupt my mind.
I laugh under my breath. "You'll see." Liam has no idea what is coming from him.
With fear in his eyes, he walks through the hallway to a large room. The room is really high, it used to be two floors, but when one collapsed I didn't bother to rebuild it.
I barely laid a hand on this man and he is almost dying from fear, it's clear he has never been from anything.
"My parents will come looking for me, my friends will too! You won't get away with this."
"Sure, keep talking like that. Your parents won't even bother looking in your own house for you."
"You are psychotic, everyone will know about this! My face will be in the newspaper and..." I roll my eyes to the back of my head and push him down in the single that is sitting in the middle of this empty room.
The thing that scares explorers away, is just a single chair, people get scared so easily.
Liam won't stop moving his body parts in fear, hands trembling, legs shaking uncontrollably, and his lip pouting like a little girl who doesn't get the barbie she wished for her birthday.
From the floor, I pick up a couple of ropes. They strap around his wrists, keeping them tightly to the black, hard, and almost broken chair. The more he whined on the way here, the tighter I tie them. Not tight enough to cut off all blood supplies. I need him alive and barely breathing.
"If I am correct, you used your left hand, to graze over her ass, her hips, and the perfect curve of Kat's body." My fingers trace the palm of his left hand.
"I barely did anything!" He sounds like he's begging for his life already, but at the same time, he tries to kick me, which I can avoid by a quarter of an inch. In an angry rush of emotion, I tie down his legs, double as tight as his wrists. The first mistake I made tonight, letting my emotions take too much control over me.
"Fuck."
"If this already hurts, you are going to have a really rough time tonight."
"If you do this, it will hurt Kat too! She cares about me you know." Liam is many things, but not as stupid as he looks. Bringing Kat into the situation would've given me mercy, had he not tried to kick me 10 seconds ago.
"Hm, she won't as much when they find out what kind of parents you have."
"What do you mean man? My parents are perfectly normal."
"Awh," He doesn't even know it himself, I almost feel bad for him. I fake a face full of pity. "if only you knew."
"Knew wha..." Even before he finishes his full sentence, I grab one of the blades out of my back pocket and stab it all the way through his left hand. The hand that touched her ass, not even an hour ago.
Unexpected pain hurts the worst.
His screams echo through the large building, shattering most of my eardrums. It sounds like music to my ears, music that plays a little too loud.
"And the right hand, that one touched her hips too am I right?"
"N-no it didn't, please stop, I'll do whatever you want!"
A different blade stabs into his right hand. I was planning on letting it go half as deep as his left hand. But because he is a dirty liar, I let it pass all the way through his palm. Blood runs down the chair on the floor, thank God I don't have carpet. Not that I clean this myself anyway.
Another scream sounds, this one less loud, his voice is already losing its power. And I have barely even started yet.
Right before I pull out a third blade he screams again. "Please! I'll break all contact with her, I'll leave school, I'll never talk to her again." Empty promises. Liam is slowly starting to annoy me, his pleasing voice. He knows this is completely useless.
I wouldn't spare his life even if mine depended on it.
The last blade burns in my hand, when I realize how tightly I'm actually holding onto it. I can't unsee the thought of him touching her.
The blade drops to the floor, together with some of my blood. A small locker down the hallway has a knife in one of its drawers. The sharpest knife you will ever see. I've had it made especially for me.
"No no no, what are you going to do with that?!" His heart beats faster, which becomes visible through the veins in his neck, the vein that I would love to slice through. But I didn't have enough fun yet.
"Will you just shut up? Or do I have to fucking tape your mouth?" Suddenly, Liam had nothing more to say.
Slowly the knife digs into his left wrist. Screams break through his neck. I have to press pretty hard to dig through every layer of skin. I leave his bone to itself, my knife is sharp, but nothing except a saw would cut through bone.
Liam hasn't stopped screaming when I do the same to his other hand. Both hands are almost fully detached from his body. Even if he would make it out alive, he would be a permanent amputee, useless without his hand.
"You will never touch her again."
His eyes drift off to the back of his head before he falls unconscious. With my foot, I keep pressure on the chair so it doesn't fall back.
His heart beats slowly, indicating that he is still alive. But dying.
As the last piece of revenge, I slice my knife to his throat and his head falls back. The muscles in his neck lost their life, nothing is supporting his head anymore.
Liam's body loses its fight to the blood loss and intense pain, and all the tension disappears. He no longer has to fight for his life.
With a loud thud, his body drops to the floor as I remove my foot from the chair.
The smell of blood gets replaced by the smell of death, disgusting.
My knife drops next to him, the cleaners will pick that up and put it right in the same spot.
I stand there for a few minutes, staring at his lifeless body. Imagining his hands on her body is less painful now because I know for sure he won't ever do it again.