Punish Me, Master
She tugged her arm, but he held on, pleading.
"Come on, Kyra. Don't be like this."
Suddenly, a cold, commanding voice sliced through the murmurs. "Let her go now!”
Kyra jumped at the voice behind her. She didn't dare look around.
The professor or the Master stood there, his presence dominating the hallway. His eyes were steel, fixed on Aaron. The boy froze, releasing Kyra's wrist like it burned.
"I—I'm sorry, Professor Blackwood," Aaron stammered.
"Grabbing someone without consent is unacceptable," the professor said sharply, his tone brooking no argument. The crowd hushed, watching. "Apologize properly, and think twice next time. This isn't high school."
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