30 - Azira.

Blaine's arm wraps around my waist forcefully and he lifts me off my feet, carrying me as if I weigh nothing into the empty classroom adjoining his office and toward the door into the basement. He supports me with one arm and uses his free hand to open the door.

My heart clatters at a thousand miles an hour, racing like horses on a race track as we're engulfed by the darkness. Blaine's dark, sadistic torture room is a place I've been fantasizing about him bringing me back down here since the last time when I climaxed from pain alone.

"Why are we going down here?"

Butterflies beat around in my stomach as a cruel smirk spreads onto his lips. "Because you need punishing, malishka."

"Punishing for what?" I ask, knowing I have done nothing wrong.

He bites my lip again, making the sore skin bleed. And then he licks it like a hungry animal desperate for a taste of its prey. "You need punishing for being a dirty little pain slut who can't help but get aroused every time I whip you."

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