CHAPTER 5

CHRIS’ POV

After meting out a punishment for Judy, I retired to my room, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.I had taken a dark satisfaction in humiliating her. Did she truly believe I would let her and her family walk away without exacting my revenge?

By now, Judy might have realised that I was not the same Chris she had known. The other Chris was soft-hearted, naive and her best friend who would have never hurt her.

Alas! Things were different now.

The anger and hatred seething in my heart were relentless, consuming every corner of my being like a fire that refused to die down. It wasn’t just a fleeting emotion; it was a storm brewing within me, dark and unyielding, pushing aside any remnants of the person I used to be.

Each thought of her and what had transpired stoked the flames further, feeding a bitterness that felt as if it had been etched into my very soul.

It was an unbearable heaviness, pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. The hate wasn’t just directed outward—it was a reflection of the betrayal, the humiliation, and the helplessness I had endured.

It poisoned every memory, turning once-warm moments into sharp reminders of pain. My mind circled endlessly, replaying everything that had gone wrong, every perceived slight, until it felt like there was no escape from the darkness within.

This fury didn’t just affect my thoughts—it warped who I was. The part of me that had once sought kindness and connection felt foreign now, drowned out by the need for retribution, for power, for control. I couldn’t go back to the person I used to be, not with this boiling rage taking over every fibre of my being.

Anger had become my constant companion, and hatred was the only thing that felt real anymore. Pleasure blurred into pain, and pain transformed into pleasure, each feeding into the other in an endless, twisted cycle.

It was a paradox that consumed me—a sensation that was as intoxicating as it was agonizing. The boundaries between the two dissolved, leaving me caught in a space where they became indistinguishable, where every sharp sting brought an inexplicable thrill, and every fleeting moment of joy carried an undercurrent of torment.

Immediately, I undressed and stood in front of the mirror. However, that would not suffice. All I needed was to replay the scene from slutty Judy’s room.

As I held my hard long cock in my large hand and caressed it, I thought about Judy. It would not be long until I would shove it in her throat and her pussy. The slut that she was, she would love it.

I had uncovered her little secret—her body’s traitorous response to the sting of inflicted pain, a thrill she couldn’t entirely hide. It was a revelation that caught me off guard, a glimpse into a side of her she likely wished to keep buried.

The subtle way her breathing hitched, her wet cunt—it was undeniable.

Thinking about how she begged me and how I punished her, I sped my movements until I cummed. The thick liquid splattered on the mirror, my hand and on the floor. I could not wait to drown her slutty face.

***

The next day, I arrived at school at my usual time, slipping seamlessly into the rhythm of my routine. After dropping off my bag, I headed straight for the basketball court, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor and the rhythmic bounce of the ball echoing through the gym.

The familiar rush of adrenaline coursed through me as I joined the game, the sharp focus it demanded offering a welcome distraction from the storm of thoughts lingering in the back of my mind.

All the girls were watching us from the sidelines, their eyes tracking every move, every shot. I didn’t mind the sweat trickling down my face and soaking my shirt; in fact, I welcomed it.

For one, the girls seemed to love it—something about the raw, unfiltered energy of the game always drew their attention. But more importantly, the heat of the game and the physical exertion gave me an outlet for the anger and hatred simmering inside me.

Each dribble, each jump, and every point scored helped chip away at the tension that threatened to consume me.

As the game came to an end and the whistle blew, I wiped the sweat from my forehead, ready to head to the locker room. But before I could take more than a few steps, Katarina, the school’s reigning queen of popularity and the undeniable head-turner, dashed toward me.

Her blonde hair shimmered under the sunlight, bouncing with every step, and her confident smile only added to her allure.

Yet, despite her radiant confidence and magnetic charm, I hated her. Why? Because her outgoing personality grated on my nerves.

She was a social butterfly, flitting from one circle to another with ease, her boldness veering into territory that felt too much. She was too forward, too eager to draw attention, especially from guys.

It was as if she thrived on being at the centre of it all, jumping at their throats with her flirtatious ways, leaving little room for authenticity.

"Hi, Chris," Katarina purred, her tone dripping with a practised seduction that made my skin crawl.

She stepped closer, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that was hard to ignore. The scent of her expensive perfume wafted over me, sweet and overwhelming. She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a playful smile that I was sure she thought was irresistible.

I stayed silent for a moment, my expression unreadable. I wasn’t in the mood for her games, and the sight of her batting her lashes at me only fuelled my irritation.

"What do you want, Katarina?" I asked flatly, my tone deliberately devoid of interest.

She feigned a pout, pressing a manicured finger to her bottom lip.

"So cold today," she said with a mock sigh. "Can’t a girl just come over to say hi to her favourite basketball star?"

I raised an eyebrow at her, unimpressed. "Cut to the chase," I said, tossing the basketball from one hand to the other.

Her smile widened, and she stepped even closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear in a move that felt calculated.

"Fine," she said, her voice dipping lower. "I was thinking… maybe you’d like to join me at the party this weekend? It’ll be fun. Just you and me."

Her invitation was as transparent as glass, her intentions crystal clear. I couldn’t help but smirk at the predictability of it all.

"Not interested," I replied, my voice clipped, as I turned to walk toward the locker room.

She reached out, lightly grabbing my arm.

"Oh, come on, Chris," she coaxed, her tone laced with sweet persistence. "You can’t avoid me forever."

I stopped, glancing down at her hand gripping my arm before reluctantly meeting her gaze. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and before I could react or step away, she swiftly closed the gap between us, wrapping her arms around my neck in a bold move.

Caught off guard, my reflexes kicked in almost instinctively. For a split second, I thought she might lose her balance, and without thinking, my hands shot to her hips, steadying her body. The gesture was automatic, a reaction honed from years of quick thinking on the court.

Her closeness was unnerving, the scent of her perfume overpowering as it surrounded me. Katarina's lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes searching mine for something—approval, desire, or maybe just a sign that her stunt had flustered me.

“See?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, as if trying to make a point. “You don’t want to push me away.”

Her words grated on my nerves, but I forced myself to stay calm. I could feel the curious stares of people nearby, their murmurs and giggles fuelling my irritation.

My jaw clenched as I met her gaze, my hands still holding her steady out of necessity, not desire.

"Is this your idea of fun?" I asked coldly, my tone sharper than I intended. "Throwing yourself at someone and hoping for what—a reaction?"

Her smile faltered for a brief second before she quickly recovered, tilting her head as if unaffected. "Maybe I just know what I want," she said with a coy shrug, tightening her grip around my neck.

As I did not want to see her face, I turned my gaze to the other side, only to spot Judy and Jason. Judy got out of Jason’s car! How dare she disobey me? My jaw clenched and I had to deal with Judy sooner than later.

Judy had seen me but instead of walking to me, she quickly went inside the building. Now I was furious.

With deliberate movements, I shifted my hands away from Katarina’s hips and stepped back, forcing her to let go.

"Then let me make it clear," I said, my voice hard and unyielding. "You’ll never get it from me."

Her expression flickered between surprise and frustration as I turned and walked away, leaving her standing there with nothing but her bruised ego and the whispers of the onlookers.