Slap. Tap. Tap.
The sharp sound of a hand striking flesh echoed through the empty, dusty classroom. Nelly groaned, her head throbbing as she struggled to wake up. Her vision was blurry, her body ached, and her wrists burned from the rough ropes tying her to a wooden chair. The air smelled of old books, mildew, and something metallic—like rust or dried blood.
"Open your eyes, Nelly," a cold voice demanded.
Another slap. Tap.
Nelly flinched, her eyes finally snapping open. The dim light of the abandoned classroom stung her vision. The walls were cracked, the blackboard covered in years of dust, and broken desks were piled in a corner. She had no idea how she got here.
"Wha—what am I doing here?" she stammered, her voice weak. "Why am I tied up? What is this place?"
Standing in front of her was Peter, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He sighed, as if disappointed by her confusion.
"First, Nelly," he said slowly, "you're in an abandoned classroom. No one's used this place in years. Second, you're here because I have questions—and you will answer them. The easy way… or the hard way."
Nelly's heart pounded. She tugged at the ropes, but they didn't budge. "I—I don't understand. What questions?"
Peter smirked. "Don't play dumb. What were you doing in the backyard today? Why were you spying on me?"
Nelly's mind raced. The backyard? She remembered walking there, hearing loud voices and laughter. She had only wanted to see what was happening—but then, darkness. A rough hand grabbing her collar. A hard impact against the wall.
"I wasn't spying!" she insisted. "I was coming to talk to you when I heard noises. I just wanted to see what was going on—then someone grabbed me. I blacked out!"
Peter's eyes narrowed. "Do you take me for a fool, Nelly? I've been watching you. You're not a normal student. The way you investigate things—things most people are too scared to touch—it's suspicious. You're used to this kind of life, aren't you? That's why you left your old school. You came here pretending to be a student, but you're really digging up secrets."
Nelly's breath caught in her throat. How does he know about my past? She had lied on her application. She hadn't told anyone—not even Mr. Charles, the school administrator.
"How… how did you find out about my last school?" she whispered.
Peter grabbed a nearby chair and sat down, leaning close. "Listen, Nelly. Drop whatever investigation you're doing. Live like a normal student. Don't get involved with me—or anyone else who seems… off. There are things about this school you don't understand. Dangerous things."
He stood abruptly, signaling to someone outside. Two massive figures stepped into the room—tall, muscular, their faces blank. They untied Nelly and pulled her to her feet.
"For now, I'll let you go," Peter said. "But I'll be watching you. Closely."
The two men escorted her out, their grip firm. The last thing Nelly saw was Peter rubbing his temples, muttering under his breath.
"Things are getting out of control… What the hell is the Order of Kings doing? If they can't keep things in check…"
Miss Tina's Office
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Miss Tina looked up from her desk, frowning. The sound was sharp, impatient.
"Peter?" she called. "Is that you?"
Silence.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Her fingers tightened around her pen. "Peter, if that's you, answer me. Stop playing games."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Annoyed, she stood and yanked the door open—only to see Peter standing there, his expression unreadable.
She exhaled sharply. "Jesus Christ, Peter! Why didn't you answer when I asked who was there?"
No response, peter stepped into the office, his face blank, giving nothing away. The door clicked shut behind him as Miss Tina, his teacher, walked confidently to the front of her desk and sat down. Peter, without a word, took a seat on the plush white couch across from her. The couch was soft, almost too comfortable, but he didn't relax—his body remained tense.
As soon as Tina settled into her chair, she crossed her arms and stared at him. Peter broke the silence first.
"I didn't do anything today, Tina. So why did you call me here?"
Tina scoffed, her lips curling into a smirk. "Is that how you speak to your teacher, boy?" She leaned forward slightly, her eyes locked onto his. "I just wanted to see you up close, that's all."
Peter smiled—a slow, knowing smile. "Why do you lie, Tina?"
The moment those words left his mouth, Tina's body trembled. But it wasn't fear that shook her—it was something deeper, hotter, an excitement bubbling up from within.
Her smirk widened, as if a hidden bet had just paid off. Without hesitation, she stood up and walked over to the couch, sitting right beside him. Her right hand reached up, fingers brushing against his cheek.
"Alright, you've seen through me," she whispered, her voice low and breathy. "Now… please destroy me. Make me scream. Make me know only you."
Before Peter could respond, she pulled off her shirt, revealing her full, heavy breasts. Her lips crashed against his face—kissing, nipping, teasing—while her hands slid down, slipping into his trousers. Her fingers wrapped around his hard length, already thick and throbbing.
"Oh… you're already hard for me," she purred.
A sharp zip sound filled the air as she yanked his pants down, freeing his erection. Just as she was about to take him into her mouth, Peter grabbed both her wrists and pushed her down onto the floor. His lips crashed against hers in a rough, demanding kiss—so intense that she barely had time to react before his fingers were inside her, moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
A soft moan escaped her lips as her body arched against his touch. He pulled her skirt off in one swift motion, spreading her legs wide—
Brim. Brim. Brim.
The sudden ringing of his phone shattered the moment.
Peter froze.
The screen lit up—James calling.
He snatched the phone up, pressing it to his ear.
"Boss!" James' voice was frantic, panicked. "The police—they're here! They're arresting all our injured men—even Josiah!"
Before Peter could respond, another voice cut through the call—deep, commanding.
"Hey. Drop that phone and turn around. Slowly."
Then—BANG.
The call ended abruptly.
"James! JAMES!" Peter roared, gripping the phone so tight his knuckles turned white.
But there was no answer.
Only silence.
To be continued…