The Professor Who Loves Me

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, please.

as I lash the stude

me so detached

have a student down in my basement lately. Perhaps the more im

isfaction it used to give me. In fact, this has almost

in me that has an appetite for more heinous acts. For blood. I swallow hard and lash him for the last time, my heart keeping a steady, u

the chains as I

unclasp the chains, thrusting his shirt into

member, shakes like a leaf as he gr

from the monster befo

he wall where I keep my implements, the thirst for blood almost impossible to ignore as my gut coils and my mind fills with bloody visions. The one

my class. I clench my jaw, grinding my teeth. There's one girl in that class who has

things I never should have said to a pupil. And now, it's as if she's tau

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at the bar when we stumbled upon those rule breakers and now I fear I've only opened a can of

here aren't strangers

rather non-traditional wedding to a student, Azira has been looking at me more than ever. Perhaps she believes there'

onships. I'm not

ce myself to leave the basement below my classroom. The door to t

oward her seat, groaning when I see she's

tionable things about herself. To my disappointment, she never made her way to my office

e my instance that they needed a harsher punishment. I clench my fists by my side, kno

eely across the room. Even though there's a clawing need to zero in on Azir

p his fucking cock in his pants around the hot eighteen-year-old gi

s her tick. Those masochistic tendencies she tries desperately t

those honey brown eyes of hers. Heat coils through my body as I break eye c

day we're going to be studying the best poisons to use and what organs they affect."

v, are you d

shakes her head. "Sorry,

mory of her when she was fifteen years old rubbing her thighs together while I inflicted pain slams into me and I shake my he