"I don't think so, Miss Venable. Y/N is safe in my hands. And that's where she shall remain." He said, and I felt the heat rising throughout my body. It felt like Hell.
"Why is that, Mr. Langdon? And please address me as Professor Venable." She said, walking closer to the younger man who believed to be the spawn of Satan himself. Were they fighting over me? How? And why?
It is horrible to fight in such a tough time. "Quite frankly, I don't care what to call you, or should I say address you by, Miss Venable. I think you should leave." He said, and I could hear the venom dripping off of his tongue.
She leaned down to his face and held his chin in her index finger and thumb, her body over me like a haunting ghost. "Not until y/n comes with me. And that's final." She slapped him across the face and yanked me up like I was a rag.
His expression turned dark and cold as he watched us leave the room. A sudden chill went down my spine as I knew this meant obvious war. It frightened me greatly.
We went up to her room after that, and she kept me like a prisoner. It only hit me now that I didn't need her, that she didn't control me. Though, I knew there were consequences if I did any more trouble.
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"Why did you do that back there?"
The words left my lips as if they were planned when really they weren't. It was weird how upfront I had become in the past few weeks with everyone. I was normally making up sweet little white lies to get out of everything, when now I didn't even care about what I said anymore. It wasn't important at this point in time, what was important.
I couldn't help but look at her puzzled self. She was looking down at me with even more anger than before and it terrified me. Why was she angry?
"Are you really going to ask me that? When that man thinks he owns you?! You surely aren't that simple minded, are you y/n?!" She was fuming as she finished her sentence. She definitely had anger problems, it was obvious.
"But why? You're the one who kidnapped me in the first place, I don't know why you're so protective of me, Professed Venable." I crossed my legs and rest my head in the palm of my hand and my elbow on my thigh as I looked up at her with great interest. I wasn't the best tease, but this is the least I could pull off.
"You weren't safe, y/n. I find you find that quite hard to understand. Without me, you'd be dead with the millions of others out there!" She cried, her temper trying to calm down, but she obviously couldn't. I bit down on my bottom lip, planning my next words.
"Well, why me? Why am I so...... Special to you, huh?" I asked, my rags riding up my thighs as I positioned myself differently in my seat. I watched her facial expression change to a more flushed kind of tone.
"I think we both know the answer to that, y/n." She whispered and placed a cold hand on my hip, coming closer to me. I smirked.
"Hmm, why don't you prove how special I am, Mistress?" I asked, seeing where this conversation was heading. And I loved every bit of it.
She got down on her knees in front of me, and peered up my rags more than she was earlier. I bit down on my lip again as she laid kisses up my thighs, an occasional tongue poking out.
Suddenly, the door creaked open and there stood Mrs. Mead. I instantly pushed her out from between my legs and looked down at her with shock. Fuck, we are in trouble.
"What is this nonsense?!" She yelled, and we both shivered with fright. Professor Venable stood up and straightened out her dress. She dragged us both to the chambers.
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obsession | wilhelmina venable
Fanfiction"why are you so mean?" "y/n, the best way to not get your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one." being her assistant was never this hard
