Her voice comes from beyond the scraping sound. She sounds relatively calm on the surface, but there’s an edge. “I’d like some privacy, thanks.”
I push my entire weight against the door and it shoves open, upending the armchair that she wedged in place. I suppose she has had a lot of free time down here. Of course, I’m not about to feel sorry for her. I’m here to teach her a goddamn less—
She’s lying on the bed, bare naked, her hair feathered out over the pristine white sheets. Her head is resting against a raised pillow while her right hand disappears between her legs.
She turns to the side and raises her eyebrows. But she doesn’t stop touching herself; she doesn’t even make an attempt to cover herself up.
“I would have thought it was obvious.” She arches her back and pushes her n****
