Chapter 42
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I was turned around. The room spun, spiraling as I tried to find my footing when all I could think about was how close Nate was to me. We were pressed against each other, closer than I ever dreamed about. But there were other things that I'd dreamed about in the short time that we'd been separated
I hated myself for wanting him when I knew that he was taken. Married, even, but there was something about it that made me ache even harder for him. Even though I didn't know anything about him besides the fact that he was married and he was a teacher at my college--that was another thing that was extremely taboo that shouldn't turn me on. I wanted to make myself disgusted for wanting someone like this. But each time, I couldn't resist the thing that wasn't allowed.
The room finally settled. What was only a split second, felt like it was a couple. I walked just fine to the hallway. Nate and Amelia led me through the hallway and down the hall. The walk felt like it took forever. It also felt like they were taking their time, as if they were afraid that if they went too fast that might frighten me off. I wasn't going to go anywhere.
But once we made it to a pair of stairs that wen downwards, I started to think that maybe I should have gotten to know them a little more before I'd signed those papers.
I looked back at Nate with a confused face. I thought he would answer the silent question that I was throwing at him, but he instead, walked in front of me, and walked down the stairs.
Amelia took me by the waist. Her hand pressed into my hip. "Don't be afraid. It'll make sense once we're there.”
What I would have thought would have been their basement, turned out to be an almost identical hallway to the one we'd just come from. This house felt like one of those old 19th-century houses that went round and round with many doors. Though modern, it functioned almost like those other houses. Where I thought I would have felt creepy vibes, I was actually amazed at the detail that went into building this house. It was structured in a specific way that was no doubt an accident of sorts. It was all planned.
For the brief moment that I was amazed and taken aback at the beauty of the house, Amelia had slipped her hand lower. It burned a hole at my side. Just like Nate, her body had an effect on mine that I still wasn't sure I wanted to pursue. They might want me to together, but I still couldn't get over the ingrained thought society had put on me. Every time I thought about taking what I wanted, I thought about what my parents or classmates would say if they ever found out.
That struck me like a hot blade.
If the school ever found out about what was happening between us, between me and Nate, I'd be kicked out and he would be fired. I could already picture it all over the news. They would say so many horrible things about me and him that I couldn't breathe for a second.
Nate came to a stop outside a plain door. There was nothing on it that hinted as to what was inside and I didn't have a clue as to what they were so excited to show me. Doubt washed over me as I started to go once more over the things that could go wrong with this whole ordeal. The world would turn on me. I would be dubbed a prostitute.
Well, I guess I wasn't too far from that. But it was different. I just didn't know how to explain how it was.
Nate turned and he held out his hand. "Come here."
Amelia's hand fell away from my waist. I was struck with the silence. It was so quiet that I could hear my own racing heart in my ears. I swallowed down the lump in my throat, willing that I didn't throw up then and there. That would be embarrassing. I doubt they would want me after that.
His hand slid across my arm. Light as a feather, it settled on the inside of my elbow. It was easy to forget it was there, but in my head, it was all I could focus on. There was just something about him, something I couldn't put my finger on, that was drawing me to him like a moth to a flame. Each step I took, it was like I was being pulled like a magnet toward him. And though I still hated how much I wanted him, I loved every second of it.
Amelia shuffled behind us. Each movement, each slight scuffle, reminded me that she was there as well. Something about that made my body heat up more. It was like a white-hot rod was inserted into the middle of my chest. The heat was all-consuming and I just wanted more of it.
"Ready?" He asked me, turning his head to the side. Our eyes met.
My lips parted. I couldn't possibly know what I needed to be ready for. All I could see was an innocent door and two people that wanted more of my body than I ever thought anyone would want.
I was afraid, excited, nervous, and in awe all at the same time. They could rip out my heart and I think I would be fine with that.
"Yes," I said. There was no fear when I spoke. I was surprised I could keep my voice was shaking.
Then, he opened the door.
The walls were white. Stark white. I was blinded for a second as I looked around the room. At first, I was unsure what I was looking at. The white was all around us as we stepped inside. Once I could get past that, my heart stopped.
Black. Lines of black cut through the white. It was almost like slashes through paper. Thin, thick. I still hadn't realized what I was looking at, but at the same time, I knew exactly what this was.
It was like a mini Red Emblem. This place, not the downstairs where the 'normal' people went to dance and drink, was that of the same quality of the upstairs. Straps for tying, benches, and leather straps for god only knows what hung on the wall. I stopped just a few feet inside the room.
And then I saw it. What they wanted me to see.
The sister to the statue in the other room
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