Chapter 10: The Choice
(Scarlet's POV)
The cold metal edge of the name tag scraped against my inner walls with every shift of my weight. It was a foreign, intrusive freeze amidst the heat of my body, a constant reminder of who owned me right now.
I bit down on my back molar to keep my face blank. The classroom air conditioning was blasting, turning the sweat and fluids soaking my panties into a layer of ice against my skin.
My pen hovered over the exam paper, leaking a black blot of ink.
Ms. Gable tapped a manicured nail on my desk.
"Is there a problem, Miss Miller?" she whispered.
I didn't look up. My knuckles were white around the pen.
"Just cramps," I forced out. "I'm fine."
She glanced toward the back row where Ethan was slumped over his desk, asleep. Her gaze snap
