Page 6 of Sadistic Retribution

That bitch.

Bryan Age 13

She’s staring at me again. It's so weird. She's my teacher! Miss Daria is beautiful, no doubt. She has an hourglass figure—big boobs and a round ass, with long, straight blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. Not that I’ve noticed or anything.

The bell sounds to signal the end of class. I gather my things, standing up from my seat.

“Bryan?” Miss Daria asks. “Could you wait for a minute? I need to speak with you.”

Okay, that’s weird. It's the end of the day, and everyone else is leaving quickly. I get all A’s, so I know it’s not about my work.

“Sure,” I stutter out. I walk to the front, shoving my hands in my pockets to hide my nervousness.

Miss Daria motions to the space behind her, which contains a small closet. Confused, I look at her for an explanation. “Follow me.” She turns, so I follow.

She opens the closet door, rushing us both inside. It's really dark, but she doesn’t flip on a light.

“Um...” I start, only to be shushed when I feel her body pressing against mine. The feel of it heats my face on fire. Her hands come up, feeling for my face. Before I can utter a protest, her lips descend on mine.

My heart is galloping in my chest. I don’t do anything—just let her press her lips against mine.

After a moment, she pulls back and opens the door. “This stays between us, okay? It's important to keep it a secret.”

I nod, words failing me. I think I’m in shock. Why would a gorgeous, twenty-something teacher want thirteen-year-old me?

I shake my head to clear the memory. Thoughts of that treacherous woman won’t help me now. I need to be in the here and now. How do we get out of here? I assume we’re in the Morgue, but where is it? I need to figure this place out—even if it’s just to help Phoenyxx.

Phoenyxx

Phoenyxx Age 13

Why the hell is Matthew looking at me like that? It's creeping me the hell out. He's just staring, and I have no clue why.

I'm sitting on the sofa in the small living area near my room, cross-legged, with a textbook in my lap. I'm trying to read the required material for one of my homeschool classes.

It's rare anymore that I’m even allowed out of my room. Hell, most of the time, I’m stuck in the attic. The older I get, the worse my attitude towards those old pukebags get too. Betty and Matthew are disgusting people. Sick, sadistic, abusive assholes!

I feel eyes burning into me, and I look up again. “What?” I bite out, glaring at Matthew as he squirms in his seat.

He frowns, then untangles himself, marching over to me and hauling me up by my arm.

“What now?” I demand, but he just drags me into my room, shoving me onto my bed. This is new... fuck. I have a feeling this is about to get nuclear.

He stalks forward, a determined look on his face. He pushes me down, then holds my middle as he strips me.

“Oh, hell no! Betty!” I scream.

Panicking, Matthew throws his body heavily on top of mine, holding his hand over my mouth. I struggle, try to bite his hand, kick him off—nothing dislodges him.

I'm not technically a virgin anymore—that was stripped from me a long time ago. Still, I am so sick of men touching me! I wish I could do something about it!

I just death-glare at Matthew as he manages to overpower me. I refuse to look away.

Thankfully, he finishes fast. It still hurt—dry is dry.

Matthew jumps up, stumbling to his feet. His eyes widen, almost as if he didn’t know what he just did. He scurries to the door, putting an ear to it. Hearing nothing, he slips outside.

I don’t even cry. What's the point? I’m raped so often, I’d be crying endlessly if I started now.