My Bloody Teacher のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

I walked up to Damon's study, wondering why he wanted me to go there. I opened the door with care, peeking in. A boring office met me, a big desk sat in the corner and bookcases lined one off the walls. A big stereo sat on the other side and a big alcohol cabinet stood beside it, filled with half full bottles.Damon walked in. He looked at me like I was a toy to be played with. I raised an eyebrow. “What's going on?” I asked him. He walked closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine. “Just making sure you don't forget that you're mine.” Damon answered while turning on the stereo and from the back pocket of his jeans, he got out a blue material. “What's that?” I asked him. “My tie. The one I wore when I met you.” He answered with a grin. He stepped in front of me. “Show me your hands.” He said with a dominant tone and after a second I obliged. He grabbed my wrists and very carefully tied them together with the dark blue tie. He tugged at them and smiled when there was no movement. “Turn

The whole Friday I was a bundle of nerves and the time seemed to move twice as fast. After I couldn't handle the nerves anymore, I took an extra long shower to get ready and put the music on the boxes extra loud to drown out my own thoughts. I let my wet hair down and snuggled into a towel, ready to search for Damon.Damon walked around the corner in a dark blue suit, his hair and stubble styled to perfection. He was just adjusting his cufflinks and walked towards me with a frown on his face. “You're already dressed? You look goddamn sexy.” I said with a smile. I checked the clock on the wall and saw it was only 8pm. I turned to him with a frown, wondering why he was still silent and already ready. He stood in front of me and cleared his throat. “Would you stay here if I asked you to?” He asked me while grabbing my hand. I was silent for five seconds, registering his question. I looked at him again with a look that gave away my answer.“I thought so. Tris, I didn't want to do this, bu

I drove away from the house with guilt eating me up. I wasn't sorry at first, I just wanted Tris to be safe. I couldn't bring her there, to the nest of the vipers. But seeing how angry she got, I did feel guilty. I didn't want to use compulsion on her. There was nothing I would rather have done than stay at the house with her but I couldn't do that. The guy that hurt my mate and my sister was going to pay for it. And the next time, I would take Tris and get her recognized by the council as my mate. Then she would finally be fully mine, not to be touched by another. I called Keddrick to let him know that the plan had changed and he let out a sigh, already anticipating what I was going to do. “Don't pick them up, Keddrick. There's humans there we can take in.” I said through the phone. “I already picked up Logan and Kenna, we are almost here. Jane just called to let us know she is very sick, a bad stomach bug. I will call her and let her know Beatrice is at your house. Maybe Beatrice

As soon as Kenna and Logan saw us, I was swept away in the arms of Logan in the form of a big hug. “You daredevil. Keddrick told us Damon compelled you to stay at home. He should've known better.” He said in my ear and I smiled. “I wasn't going to let you fight this alone. We are in this together. We all are.” I responded and that was true, I wasn't going to abandon them. While I couldn't tell them about what exactly happened, I still pulled Logan closer to me. “I need your help tonight.” I quickly whispered to him. He nodded and then let me go, looking away as if we didn't speak at all. He gave me a wink before turning around to the rest of the group. Kenna stood next to me and touched my arm. “I'm happy you guys are here. It was a bit nerve wrecking.” Kenna said with a nervous smile and I grabbed her arm, pulling her towards me for a half hug.My mood instantly turned sour when I heard a loud, flirtatious voice next to me. “It's starting, Damon. So exciting.” Elise said and I turne

‘‘But I immediately noticed you as soon as you stepped through my doors tonight. You're my daughter. Your mate Alexander will become the prince, and next in line, once he has claimed you tonight.’’ He talked further but I shut my mind off. I was absolutely sick and tired of everybody compelling my thoughts, my memories and my head. I was a person, not some toy. From the moment I was a child, compulsion lay on my mind, compelling me to forget my own father and my emotions were stashed away and not validated. It was easy for this man, just compel the humans, your own children, and don't look back. I was absolutely seething with anger. I turned back to the table, downed the rest of the whiskey or whatever it was without a hitch, and stepped past Michael, who stopped talking when I turned around. ‘‘Beatrice?’’ He asked me and I didn't answer, instead walking to the door. ‘‘Don't leave.’’ He said and it almost sounded pleading. I turned around. ‘‘Or what? You're going to compel me to stay?