Kiss Walter or James. She knew this was not the end, that James would keep pushing until he had broken her completely. The group of nerds flinched as one, their eyes darting around to see if anyone had noticed. A tight crop top that left her toned midriff bare, and a pair of yoga pants that made her ass look like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, his voice thick with a crazed lust. Kassie had lead them to one of the tiny rooms, used for the special education kids. He knew Kassie was not someone to be trifled with, and the thought of her turning on him was more terrifying than any monster in his nightmares. Jake, was wide awake, his focus unbroken as his fingers danced on the keyboard. Her knees hit the floor with a thud, the coldness of the gym’s tiles seeping into her bones. And yet, here she was, forced to kiss him to satisfy twisted desires of the unknown shadow broker behind the scenes.
