The silence that followed the "one" was deafening. The frantic slapping sounds of her mouth seemed to echo in the sudden stillness of the room.
Sabrina froze, her jaw aching, her breath coming in ragged, silent hitches through her nose, her eyes wide and brimming with the realization of her impending defeat.
Mike let out a long, slow exhale, a sound of pure, predatory satisfaction. He didn't move.
He didn't even flinch. He just looked down at her, his eyes dark with a triumphant, cruel hunger.
"Time's up, Professor," he whispered, his hand moving from her hair to grip the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her skin with possessive strength. "You fought hard... and I have to be honest that you really did."
"But the timer says you lost. And now..." He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "...now, the real fun begins."
