11: Injuries
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Chapter 11
Injuries
01:59 pm
St. Magoc, Seattle
“So this is the infamous Vira Cynfael. I can see why you’re so crazy about her.” Meth leans in and darts his tongue across the wound on her forehead erotically. That is all it takes for Xenos to lose it. In one swift motion, he gets up from his chair and grabs the doctor by the collar, before punching him on the face.
“I didn’t ask for you here to harass her,” he says through gritted teeth.
The doctor rubs on his broken nose and simply smiles. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. She’s just so sexy and lying there, I just can’t help feeling the need to molest her.”
“That’s enough. Stitch her wounds and tend mine, then take your leave!” Meth does as he is told. His eyes still wonder on her curves a second longer than necessary, but he does his job perfectly. Then he moves on to tend the principal’s wound.
Once he is all alone, Xenos walks toward Vira and examines her clothes. Her chest moves up and down, but keep getting squeezes by the dress. It must be suffocating her. With that thought, he begins unzipping her dress.
“Oh, so that’s why,” Meth’s shrilling voice causes him to grimace. “You wanted me not to touch her because you want her for yourself. You’re greedier than I expected, Principal Xenos.”
“That’s none of your business. And I thought I told you to leave. Leave already! Before I fire your sorry ass.” He yells angrily at his employe.
Meth closes the door behind him, but Xenos can hear him laughing from the hallway. That meddlesome maniac!
Touching her ass. He is just checking for weapons. Back in the days, he found that she could hide weapons in places he could not even consider. There is no wrong in being too careful with the girl.
At least, that is what he tells himself at first.
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