Elizabeth's POV
'Do you want to know why I enjoy s*x the Way I do? I know you're curious,' He said when I entered his room the next day.
I did thought of that the previous night, but I wasn't about to let him have all the fun. 'No. I assumed you would tell me.' I lied, staring at him squarely in the face.
'I know when you are lying. But I'll tell you anyway.' He said with a painful smile.
'I was sexually molested as a child. I don't want you to imagine it in a pitiful way of an elderly woman r****g a little child. Imagine a little child taking pleasure in being sexually assaulted and choked and gagged by his school teacher. She would always call me to her office touch me and chain me to her desk. Then, she would flog me with a whip until I bent on my knees and worshipped her.
