Chapter Twenty-Eight
Carina
“Colton, tie your shoe, honey.”
Carina watched her student wrestle with his shoelaces, growing more frustrated by the second. His friends had all cleared out of the classroom and were on their way to the cafeteria for lunch. “I can’t do it, Ms. Ginnis,” he whined.
Carina smiled at him. The school year may have just started, but he had already found a place in her heart. She bent over and tied his shoe. “We’ll practice later. Now get to lunch,” she said, giving his foot a pat.
“Okay. Thanks, Ms. Ginnis.” She secretly hoped that he never learned how to pronounce her last name correctly. He just sounded so darn cute messing it up. Colton skipped out of the room with his lunch in hand.
Carina glanced at the clock. She had a little under an hour to grab some lunch and give her mother a call. Her father’s birthday party was next weekend and she wanted to assure her mother that she would be coming down on Friday night to help her get the house party ready and prepare the desserts. Carina grabbed her purse from her desk drawer, turned toward the door…and gasped.
“Heading to lunch?”
She didn’t take her eyes off him as she slung her purse over her shoulder. “Yes.”
“First, I have something to share with you, Carina.” Eric withdrew a phone from his pocket and began swiping at the screen.
“Not interested.” She started for the door, but Eric blocked the aisle with his body and thrust the phone in her face. Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide. A scantily clothed, passed out woman lay on a bed. Not a hair was out of place. Her brown locks seemed to be positioned in such a way that it encased her face perfectly. Her full breasts spilled over her white lace bra, just enough so one could see the edge of a rosy nipple. Carina’s eyes drifted lower and stared at the woman’s left hand. The woman’s fingers disappeared beneath her matching lace panties.
Carina forced her gaze to the face in the picture. It was her own. The eyes were closed and the lips were set in a slight pout, as if in a deep sleep. Nothing suggested that the woman she was staring at was cognizant of her surroundings. It was as if the scene had been orchestrated. It was too perfect, devoid of raw emotion. Carina couldn’t comprehend or begin to understand when that photo had been taken. She had never posed for Eric or taken such a provocative selfie.
“I have your attention now. Very good.” He scrolled over with his thumb, allowing her two to three seconds with each picture.
Carina stared at the violated woman in each photo. Though she had been arranged in different positions each time, her eyes remained shut, as if oblivious to what was taking place around her and to her. “Where…how did you get these?” Her hand covered her mouth as she stared at the last picture.
“This one is my favorite, Carina.” She felt the bile rise in her throat. “It’s the one I use the most.” The photo had captured her in a crouching position, her ass exposed, wearing only a thong, her head resting on a pillow.
Carina no longer wanted him to answer her question; she just wanted to get away from him. She pushed past him, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. “You fucking bastard!” she yelled, trying to break free of his grasp.
His grip tightened. Through gritted teeth he whispered, “I put a lot of time into you, sweetness, six months’ worth. Did you really think I would let you go so easily?” He no longer resembled the typically reserved administrator who the school community seemed to adore. His eyes were ablaze, his lips upturned to form a sick, perverted grin.
“What the hell do you want?” she asked, wanting this game, this nightmare to end.
“I want the wedding night you promised me.” He leaned in close enough for her to smell the breath mint he had been sucking on. “More specifically, I want one night with that tight pussy of yours, one night of sinking into that sweet cunt over and over again.”
She ripped free of him. “You’re insane. If you think I’d ever let you touch me, you’re…”
“If you don’t accept my proposal, sweetness, I will flood social media with these.” He dangled his cell in front of her face. “Your tight ass and tits will be available for all to enjoy…including your parents and your obnoxious brothers.” He tucked the phone into his blazer pocket. “And let’s not forget the effects those photos will have on your career. Your dream of teaching children would be over. No school district would risk touching you.” He stepped aside and gestured for her to continue on her path. “And you know that’s the truth.” He might be speaking like a lunatic, but he was right about one thing. No school would want to hire her if those pictures were leaked.
“I’ll give you one week, Carina.” He looked at his watch. “This exact time next Monday you will give me the answer I want to hear.”
“Go fuck yourself.” Carina rushed past him. His sadistic chuckle clung to her as she fled her own classroom.