Page 56 of The Seducer
Sure enough, he narrowed his eyes, and his spit landed on my face when he sneered, “You can go when I say you can go. And right now the only place you will be going is to my office.”
Hiding the fear I felt, I gave a small shrug, before I started walking. If I could keep Johnson distracted, at least Martin wouldn’t be suffering tonight. No more kids would be jumping off cliffs, if I could help it.
Johnson slammed the door behind him, and shoved me to his desk. “You know the drill, smartass,” he said with a mean smugness.
Standing in front of his desk, I removed my shirt, and stared at the painting on the wall in front of me. It was a picture of a woman, and with all the times I’d been in this position, I had learned the importance of having a fixed point to focus on. The woman had kind eyes, and I would make up stories about her in my mind. Sometimes I imagined she was my mother, and that she was singing to me and comforting me when the pain was unbearable. Other times, she was my cheeky sister and we were coming up with insulting names for Johnson. My favorite was vomitrocious motherfucker.
Johnson was getting out the long stick he always used to whip me with. I didn’t want him to have the pleasure of ordering me to bend over, so I did it before he could say it.
“I’m starting to think that you like this.” Johnson took his position right behind me and let his hand slide over my back. “Why else would you provoke me constantly?”
I hated his touch, and when he slid his hands around my waist and opened my pants, I hardened my jaw and looked straight into the eyes of the woman in front of me.
“There was a time when I could have made this feel good for you,” he said and lowered my pants. “I think you would have liked it.”
I didn’t answer. The rumors that a boy had bit off Johnson’s dick had reached me in my second year here. I doubted they were true, but I couldn’t know for sure since I’d never seen him naked.
“Do you like it when I touch you?” he asked and let his finger slide down between my cheeks.
When I was alone in my bed after nights like these I always swore that the next time he did it, I would fart on his hands, or tell him what a sick pervert he was. But the man was a sadistic psychopath, and I was scared of him. All I wanted was to have it over with, so I could go back to the dorm and lick my wounds.
“I asked you a question,” he repeated. “Do you like it when I touch you?”
I knew he wanted me to say yes and that I would be punished more severely if I said no, but my molars were pressed so hard together that I couldn’t get a word out.
“Relax, and it will feel good,” he said, “or maybe you just want me to get to the pain part.”
Leaning back, he let the blows rain down on me. For every blow of the stick, I blinked and groaned in pain. But I centered myself by looking into the woman’s kind eyes, this time imagining her as my lover. In my fantasy, she was caressing me, kissing me, and whispering sweet words into my ears.
“I’m getting tired of beating you,” Johnson said, out of breath. “Today I think I’m going to give you a special treat. A memory so that you will always remember me.”
My nostrils flared. I pressed my lips together, suppressing all the hateful words I wanted to shout at him.
“Look at this beauty.”
When I didn’t turn my head, he kicked me.
“I told you to fucking look.”
Turning my head slowly, I saw Johnson grinning, with a knife in his hand.
“I’m going to carve my initials into your skin.” He licked his lips and narrowed his eyes. “Just as a reminder that I fucking own your little ass.”
My whole body stiffened, and my Adam’s apple bobbed when I swallowed hard again and again. “No, not that,” I said and held up my hand.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it feel good.”
“No,” I repeated in a panic and tried to pull up my pants.
Johnson moved fast, pinning me with his larger body, and growling into my ear. “Do I need to tie you down again, like when you were younger?”
I struggled to get free from his hold, but he was too large and strong.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had my cock buried in a tight little ass like yours. Not much excites me anymore, you know.”
“Don’t touch me,” I hissed in desperation, with my face and neck flaming red from my panicked attempts to buck him off of me. Based on his heavy breathing in my ear, it only enticed him further.
“Keep wriggling like this, it’s making me hard. I should turn you around and see your pretty little eyes when I stuff your….” He grabbed my head and slammed it down on the table. Turning it, he pressed my ear to the surface of the desk, covering the other side of my face with his large palm. “I told you to stay still, you fucking little cunt. I’ve tried being nice to you, but we both know you want this. You’ve always wanted my attention and now you’re going to get it.”
