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The day seems to drag on in Professor Smith’s English Literature class. He rambles on about postcolonialism in his monotone voice, causing me to almost hit my head on the desk from falling asleep.

“Mrs. Winters?” He shifts his eyes to me. “I am sorry, but am I boring you?” All fifty heads turn towards me as I feel my face start to flush from the embarrassment. Giving him a quick smile, I shake my head and slink down into my seat. “As I was saying,” He continued. I tap my pen on my desk while thinking of Eli and I’s lovemaking a few nights before. Images of him taking a black velvet blindfold and securing it to my eyes. Bounding my wrists with his merlot leather handcuffs.

Restraining my wrists to the hanging chains. Grabbing my ass and lifting me off the floating bed to thrust his bare cock into my wet pussy, pushing deeper with every stroke. I scream in pleasure as his fingers play with my clit, making the sensations so overwhelming that I come over and over again.

The memories are making my thighs rub and clench together, causing daydreams to surface around me. Then, my mind shifts to the masquerade event and how damned good he looked in his all-black tux. The way his eyes roamed my heated body. All I can think about is him, taking me on this very desk.

Even with all the students in here, I would let him bend me over it and fuck me right in front of everyone. Especially in front of the dull and lifeless Mr. Smith. The thought has me giggling.

“Is something funny, Ms. Winters, that you would like to share with the rest of the class?” I hear some people chuckle around me and eyes staring. Heat again races to my cheeks.

I quickly said, “No, sir. Sorry.” Rolling his eyes and letting out a huff, he continues. It’s been a week since running into Jasper. According to Eli, he still hasn’t heard from the asshole. It makes me nervous that something is going to happen to him. I mean, if all he truly wanted was money, he definitely would have already reached out to him. I can’t shake the feelings of fear due to the unknown.

I have tried to make my concerns known with Eli, get the local police or inform the FBI that he was back in the country, but Eli just wants to handle this in a hush-hush manner. I believe he is afraid of Jasper outing him about the millions Eli has in offshore accounts. The thoughts have my mind racing.

It’s all so dangerous. Eli has been very protective of me lately. He refuses to let me travel to school alone or be picked up unless it’s him. Even Jenny was mildly annoyed with it all. I can’t get out of class faster once the bell rings. I make my way up to my dorm room so I can grab a few extra clothes and necessities to bring with me to Eli’s.

Turning, I grabbed my phone and sent him a text message that I would be ready for him to pick me up in fifteen minutes. Grabbing my belongings, I headed out of my room and down the stairs to the main campus.

It’s dark out here and there aren’t many people around. Walking towards the parking lot, I start to feel unease take over me...like I am being watched. I quickly turn around and look to see if anyone is walking by or near me.

Nothing. Man, I think I have been watching too many scary movies lately. I continue to wait as I hear a twig snap behind me. I turn around quickly to peer into the darkened woods.

“Hello?” I say as my voice trembles. “Eli?” Nothing. Just pure silence. Turning back around, I let out a sigh. Fuck Brook, keep it together. Again, I hear bushes rustle behind me. “Eli, I swear to fucking god, if you are messing with me, I won’t let you touch me for a whole week!” I snap, peering into the dark woods again. Silence.

I let out an annoyed sigh and turned back around. I truly believe I am losing my damn mind. My imagination has been running wild lately. It’s probably just some cute little bunny, hopping along, minding its own business. I open my purse and grab out my earbuds and place them into my ears. I turn on my Spotify and relax as I listen to some R&B music.

I sway my head along to the beat as I wait for the rumble of Eli’s bike. Before I have time to react, someone wraps their hands around my face and holds a white, wet cloth over my nose. Chloroform.

My screams are muffled by their leather gloves on top of my mouth. I try to fight and kick, but the chemical smell has my eyes starting to sting and roll into the back of my head. Tears blur my vision as my body begins to go limp. A deep voice leans into my ear, his breath is hot, sending my skin crawling.

“Just relax, little slut. This will all be over soon.” Then, before I had time to try and cuss and continue to kick and scream...I faded into blackness.