‘Abigail I have wanted to do this since you were in my class. I wanted you from the moment we laid eyes on one another. I wanted you for myself when...you joined me in our practice. ‘ His voice was gentle. ‘To hell on the fact I am your professor. I am a man with passions, passionate for you. The mere fact I wanted to be with you, keeping everything proper. We wasted so many years, so many years. ‘ His voice had turned sad. I stepped back looking into his eyes. They were speaking to me if only. I could feel myselffalling forward and I closed my eyes and tried to brace myself forlanding face down on the floor. But I never made it to the floor,instead I felt myself getting grabbed by two strong arms and liftedback to my feet again. I looked up and found myself staring into thesmiling face of Matthew. I blushed with embarrassment and thanked himfor catching me, although in doing so it looked like my talon likenails had scratched and drawn blood on his arm."I've cut your arm, I'm so. For days, I blocked out my curiosity, trying to respect her privacy even as those rationalizations snuck into my head. After all, we had showered together on the team. I’d seen her naked and knew all about the three men she’d fucked. But it became an obsession. Most of all, I remembered the look on her face, how much fun she seemed to be having in this private display of exhibitionism. It was so her. And yet I didn’t think entirely about her face. I tried rationalizing it away even as I. I am going to hurt you quite a bit in the process, but, be assured, it will be best for you if you do not give me your name. If you give me your prisoner name, your pain will stop, for now, but you will regret it because you will be consigned to a work task which will be numbing in its boredom, broken only by severe beatings to encourage you to work even harder. If you can withhold your name for a period of time, known only to me, you will be assigned as a personal servant to one of us. .