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Chapter 2

Kristoff

W here the fuck is she?

Kristoff shouldered his phone to his ear, calling his girlfriend for the tenth time, walking around a crowded corner in the university’s hallway. It was only midday, but it was Friday, and he didn’t have any more classes to teach.

He came to a stop, seeing his girlfriend standing up to a few other students, before she bent over to pick up a piece of paper and handed it to another student that he recognized.

Emrey Winslow, a known loner that the teachers had joked about in passing. She wasn’t much of anything other than the victim of bullying.

Disgust caused Kristoff to wrinkle his nose, but he caught himself, smoothing out his expression. His girlfriend’s kindness, her righteousness , was another thing he despised about her.

Movement in his periphery tugged him away from the scene. There was a man watching the encounter that he vaguely recognized. The spectator was college-aged, his fists clenched tightly until Kristoff’s girlfriend handed Emrey the piece of paper, at which point the stranger’s entire body seemed to relax.

From this distance, Kristoff could just make out the fallen paper; it appeared to be a sketch.

Fed up at this point, Kristoff didn’t pay much more attention to the interaction before stepping lightly to his girlfriend and Emrey.

“What seems to be the problem here?” He used his authoritarian voice.

Emrey remained silent, staring pointedly ahead, her shoulders squared.

His girlfriend offered him a simpering smile. “We have it handled, no worries.”

She brushed her hair back, it was freshly dyed some dark purplish blue color. He honestly hated it, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.

Before walking away, Emrey whispered a soft, “Thanks.”

Kristoff noticed that the man from before followed Emrey from the shadows but decided not to comment on it. Emrey wasn’t his prey to worry about.

Instead, he bent down, trying to nonchalantly whisper into his girlfriend’s ear. “Sweet pea, you know it’s best to not get involved. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” He pushed his mostly friendly tone out.

“I know, but…,” She looked up at him, whining just a bit. Her eyes were eerily dark, almost pitch black, but even still, they were soft and na?ve. “I just wanted to do what was right.”

God she’s a fucking idiot.

“Of course, sweet pea. I understand. Are you ready for our trip this weekend?” He felt the heat of someone’s stare and jerked up, glancing around. He confirmed no one was watching their interaction, but the feeling didn’t subside. He returned his attention to her.

“Yes, professor.” She stood up on her tip-toes pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Her gentle subservient voice, her lips moving around the O s of professor, her clear innocence.

His dick jerked to attention.

Controlling his urges, he grabbed her gently by the wrist and began to drag her with him to his car. The halls were empty now, and the only people he might run into were other professors.

But in a school as corrupt as this, he doubted they would care.

His dick hurt as it stretched at the fabric of his pants, but he paid it no mind.

Soon enough he would take what he wanted.

Whether she wanted him to or not.

Because after all, Ashmine was his .