The next day, I woke Hassan up and thanked him for staying over. My phone was full of messages from Samer, very, deeply derogatory messages. It seemed...like it wasn't a power play anymore, he was extremely angry because he felt like he lost the power over me. And maybe this fight was all I actually needed to realize that he doesn't control who I am. And that made me also go back to my safe zone, a zone I've neglected and forgotten during the last months: I went back to church.It always felt good. Next to arrive were Dean Sapiro-Hopkins and Professor Harrington. His witnesses and those of O'Connell would remain in the outer office until called in. O'Connell and a very attractive young woman were the last to arrive. He wondered who the young woman was. He noticed Harrington frown when she appeared, and his readings had also gone up.As 10:00 o'clock approached, he turned to look at Dean Sapiro-Hopkins."Are we all here?" he asked."Yes," the Dean answered, but was also looking at the young. “I’m drinking,” I declared, turning to Karyn and Dannye. “You,” I said, looking at Dannye. “You’re giving Paul a blow job.” Before Dannye could say anything, I looked at Karyn and declared, “And you,” I said, “You’re going to give me a blow job.” “Who appointed you King of Quarters?” Dannye argued. “I did,” I replied. “I haven’t missed yet, if you don’t count the first attempt.” I sat beside Paul on the couch. I slipped off my shorts and my underwear. Paul looked at me like I was crazy. . He didn't feel exactly what his victims felt, but a dulled down version. So the deeper the pain he caused, the better his resulting ecstasy. The boy before him had turned out to be a resilient soul, and Zai had been brought to ever higher peaks by the wounds he'd wrought into the boy's skin. And when he'd snapped the boy's arm, and he hadn't blacked out. Zai closed his eyes and sucked in his breath to remember that spike of pleasure than ran through him from the back of his skull to his.