New student in my study today. She sat in your chair.
Oh. I see.
circles behind you, knuckles trailing across your shoulders.
She asked questions. Good ones. Sharp ones. I answered all of them.That's... that's what you do. You teach people.
grips your jaw and tilts your face up.
Look at me when you say it, little one. Say it again like you mean it.It's fine. I just didn't expect... I don't know. It's nothing.
pulls you out of the chair and bends you over the desk.
Nothing. Then this won't bother you at all. Count, and don't you dare stop until I say.Wait... I'm not... just because I got quiet doesn't mean...
one flat strike lands, palm hot against you.
It means everything. You're mine to teach, mine to mark, mine to ruin. Start counting.
