Page 71 of Rockwell Academy: The Twist

“Lie on the couch, Miss Sloane, and we will begin.”

She nods, her excitement palpable as she arranges herself on the couch and I reach inside my back pocket and pull out a length of rope.

“Fuck Luca, that turns me on.”

Her gaze sharpens as I wrap the rope around her wrists and bind them tightly together. Then I do the same to her ankles and she moans. “I love this creativity.”

I say nothing and when she is immobile, I reach for the glass of champagne and hold it to her lips. “Drink this.”

Her mouth opens and I tip the champagne down her throat, spilling it so it runs down her back and spills onto her flesh.

I notice the lines of coke laid out on the side table and jerk my head toward it.

“You are prepared.”

“It’s my gift to you, honey. Take it, it’s yours.”

I carry the silver tray across to her and smile in a sinister way. “Ladies first.”

I hold the tray to her face and pull her head toward it and she inhales sharply, the white powder covering her nostrils.

She moans as I drop her head back and whispers, “Such a bad boy, but you’re still dressed. Don’t you want to discover the secrets of The Serpent Society?”

“I’m aware of them already.”

I sit beside her and laugh softly. “Jerome told an interesting story when he was prevented from attending the final act.”

Her eyes attempt to focus as the drugs and alcohol mix inside her frazzled mind.

“Jerome. Where is he?”

“Dead.”

I shrug as she gasps and attempts to regain full consciousness.

“What do you mean, dead?”

“I mean, he had an interesting story to tell, and we didn’t like it. We didn’t appreciate his intentions and decided to remove him from the game.”

“Who are you?” For the first time, it dawns on her that she is playing a different game, and fear clouds her eyes as I whisper. “The enemy, and just so you know, I fucking hate snakes.”

“Untie me!” Her voice rises as she struggles against the restraints and I hiss, “What, just when it’s beginning to get interesting?”

“Get out!” She attempts to yell and I smile as the door opens and another person enters.

“Good evening, Miss Sloane.”

Frankie’s voice adds to the chill in the air and her eyes widen as she registers another devil has entered the room.

“What is this?”

He chuckles softly. “It’s the final act. For you, anyway.”

“Untie me!”

She tries to struggle some more but the drugs and alcohol, are affecting her. She probably believes it’s the drug she placed in the champagne. Jerome told us that was her first step tocontrol the minds of her students. It explains what happened to Jesse, who was only interested in a sordid forbidden fuck with a teacher. She was intent on more than that and now it’s payback.

Frankie stands at the foot of the couch and hisses, “Kidnap, rape, murder. Does that sound familiar to you, Miss Sloane?”

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