The ritual deepens in the backyard’s “trial by earth,” where Natasha teeters on noosed perches over a ritual pit, her body ignited by aphrodisiac fire toward shattering peaks, as upstairs Roxy writhes in choking ecstasy and downstairs April succumbs to Dwayne’s hooded caresses, leaving Elina and the earlier arrivals shackled in anticipatory chains—culminating in a haze of exhausted release, their fractured wills reforged in the compound’s unyielding embrace as twilight claims the grounds.
As the night unfolds, the group delves deeper into a web of revenge and revelation, blurring lines between teacher and taught in unexpected ways. From classroom confines to hidden corners of the campus, alliances fracture and secrets emerge, culminating in a chaotic reckoning that exposes the fragility of control.
“They would never believe such lie,” Sophia said, frustrated tears streamed down her face.
“True…” agreed Leo, “that’s why you and I are going to add credibility to the story. Now get up, we’ve got work to do.”
It takes Sophia a while to stand up because she was still sore from the beastly fuck, she had received the previous day upon her abduction. Also, she had spent the night in a pillory.
An impatient Leo pulls her up by her hair and drags her to his bedroom where he unshackles her and pulls out his phone.
“Now get on the bed. I’d like to take some smutty pictures of you,” Leo orders and tosses her on the king-size mattress.
Sophia knew what he was about to do would ruin her reputation utterly and the little hope her followers still had in her would be completely extinguished.
