The Power Academy

Chapter 13- A Pattern Discovered

A/n

Hey guys, so classes have officially started up again, and as I am finishing up my first month of classes, I can already tell that this is going to be an insanely stressful semester. I am currently taking 7 courses, and one of them is my practicum for education. I am insanely stressed about this all right now, so I know that my updating will be slow. However, I can promise you this. My writing is my passion and a stress reliever, so I will definitely be forcing myself to sit down every few days or so and write for a certain amount of time.

Okay so let's get into it before I get emotional about not being able to do this more LOL

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Kayla's PoV:

I wake up in the bed expecting to be curled up next to Jasper and Gemma, but I am greeted by cold sheets and an empty bed. What the hell did I do this afternoon? I literally am dealing with whatever this honor trial is, but my idiot self decides that now is a good time to complicate things. I quickly get out of bed and pick up my bra and top off of the floor and get dressed. As I get dressed, I hear the shower running and the occasional moan. I guess that explains where the pair had run off to. Maybe this is a blessing, maybe now I can get away and think for a bit.

This is definitely not what I expected when coming to this academy. I was expecting to learn more about my fetish in a safe environment, where I would be able to trust this place to know who I am, understand what I need and keep me safe as I discover things about me. Instead, I have been abused by a power-crazed sadistic buttmunch of a dominant, and seduced by a couple I never would have even pictured together. I was so sure that Jasper and I would be placed together, all of the ice breakers and different activities were coming up to us being a perfect match.

My thoughts continue as I walk out the door of their dorm room. I hear the door to the bathroom open behind me as I am shutting the door, but I don't want to see anyone right now. Walking down the hall, I pass by my old room, the room that will forever be scarred into my memories. Some people would see this as a good thing if my first experience in the community was so horrible, then maybe I can see it as everything gets better from here? That is unless the honor trial finds Gregory innocent and I am forced back into that situation. The worst-case scenario is that they find him innocent, he goes back to his morbidly sadistic ways, and I leave the school. I would be out, safe, and could go back home to simply see this as an occasional fantasy of my dreams.

I stop in front of the same garden I found refuge in after everything happened. How many more girls had Greg done this to? How many had been taken advantage of and were too afraid to speak because as a sub they were "asking for it"? If I looked, would there be evidence of girls standing up to him and holding him accountable, or would I simply find "random" accounts of his submissives abruptly dropping out of the academy? Enough is enough, if Greg had the blatant audacity to take advantage of me, then he has definitely taken advantage of others, and clearly nothing has happened to stop him.

I decide to go to Madame Carter's office, suddenly filled with determination and a sense of duty to defend the women who felt like they had no voice. I ask the receptionist if she is in, and hardly wait to acknowledge her reply of "yes" before walking in. Madame Carter looks up slightly startled but softens when she sees that it is me.

"My dear, I know you are going through a lot, but that is not how you enter a room when uninvited, even when the company is much needed," I mutter an apology to her as I sit down. "I had a feeling that you would be by when the instructors informed me that you were not in lunch or the afternoon classes," Ms. Carter leans back in her seat and smiles at me, trying to make me feel at peace in such an official space.

"Madame Carter, Gregory had no hesitation in what he did. I understand that I should not discuss the issue outside of the honor board, but I had a question I hope you could help shed light on" I look down at my lap while speaking, the confidence gone after the adrenaline begins to subside.

"And what, pray tell, would that be? You seemed quite the determined young lady walking in here."

"I don't believe that I am the only one that this happened to, just the only one who felt like they could speak up. I know records in a regular academy would be sealed or for employee's view only, but I was wondering if you could show me the records of Gregory's previous submissives."

"Well, you are correct. In any other academy, records are legally required to remain private and only seen by those on a need-to-know basis based on educational purposes. However, I am pretty sure that you can tell that this is not a regular academy, which means we do not need to follow those rules to the letter, more so as guidelines," She rolls her chair over to a filing cabinet and pulls out a file, "Now, I am not allowed to give this to you," setting the file on her desk, open and facing towards me, "but I need to run to the bathroom and meet with a couple of instructors. Feel free to stay in here, but under no circumstance are you to look at any files that may or may not be out," Madame Carter winks at me and walks out the door, leaving me to face the file alone.

I pick up the file and move to the couch she has in the corner of her office and turn past Greg's page to the section of his submissive matches. Name after name, face after face, their stories all the same, an innocent submissive who was excited to start off her adventure in the world of BDSM, but was thrown into the fire by being paired with Greg. Each ended the same way as well, days of absences from class, and then dropping out anywhere from the next day to a week in. However, what I noticed was their placements. Gregory is categorized as a Master/Slave trainer but the girls that he is paired with a range from anything from switch to little, with not a single individual actually categorizing themselves as a slave. Why the hell is this school repetitively pairing Greg with people who should never even be considered to be with him? The more and more I am looking into this it feels like some stupid conspiracy theory, so I quickly take pictures of each page. Technically it's not against the rules if I never take the file out of the office. I put the file back where Madame Carter left it on her desk, and walked out of the classroom, more determined than ever to find out whatever the hell is going on with the screw-ups in the matching program.

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A/n

Yall this literally took forever to get through my writer's block, but hey, words are on a paper and that paper is now out in the world! Honestly, this came out, like all of my writing, in the middle of the night when I just decided to not let myself move or sleep before my chapter seemed to be halfway done. This is a bit of a shorter chapter, but I think the next one will be talking about the honor trial.

Love you always!

Lizzie