52 - Azira.

"Can you believe it's spring break already?" Nat asks as she shoves the last of her pizza into her mouth.

I shake my head. "No, this last year is flying by." And I know the reason is my secret affair with Blaine. It's hard to believe that four weeks have gone by since he got possessive with me at the hockey game and punished me in the bathroom like a feral animal. They have flown by as we spiraled deeper and deeper into our twisted games with one another.

When he thrust that gun inside of me in his office five days ago, I thought I was going to die of fright. After a while, I relaxed and then he thrust it in my ass and fucked me. Somehow, I enjoyed it. As sick as that is to admit, I enjoyed the power I gave to him. The trust I had to give him, believing he wouldn't hurt me, that no matter what, he'd ensure I walked out of that office alive and not with my guts blown out by the gun.

It should have made me angry and want nothing to do with him anymore, but it drove me deeper into his we