How? Why? My mind whirled with all sorts of thoughts to make sense of the odd and unexpected situations that have been happening.
Carly's lips left mine, as they curled into a smirk, aimed towards Charles.
"What does it look like? Teacher and I are kissing, nothing that has anything to do with you, so scram."
Charles' eyes never left mine, staring at me with a look of distraught and betrayal.
Being blatantly ignored pissed Carly, and so she pushed her right knee between my legs, directly at my vagina. An involuntary moan escaped my lips, and my face reddened with anger and shame.
But I didn't give her the attention she wanted, as I stared back at Charles, trying to find words to explain whatever this was. Carly let out an angry groan, and her hand tightened around my neck, causing my pussy to clench.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Charles shouted at Carly, taking a cautious step forward.
"A nuisance to no end," I heard Carly mumble.
My mind was in weird place, so I didn't register what she meant, until it was too late. She let go of me, and ran towards Charles, tacklling him. And causing the both of them to tumble down the stairs.
I gasped in horror, running after them, and what I found made my bones chill as bile rose to my throat, almost retching but holding it in. Charles' neck was twisted in the wrong direction, his face battered and bruised.
Carly to my unfortunate expectation, got up with only a twisted arm, and hideous smile directed at me.
"No one ignores me, especially you, teacher," she said, her lips curling into beautiful smile.
My knees buckled, my legs unable to support me. I forced myself to seat on one of the stairs. My eyes glued to the horror before me.
I looked away from Charles, my mind and body numb. At this moment, my heart had truly died.
Carly walked up the stairs, clutching her bleeding arm. She reached me, grabbing my hair, as she dragged me up the stairs. I had no choice but to get up, following behind.
I groaned in pain when she threw me on the hardwood floor, my scalp numb from her rough treatment. She got down on the floor, and grabbed the hem of my nightshirt, which I hadn't taken off since waking up.
She pull it over my head, and I didn't even resist. I felt removed from this reality, only a detached observer to my cruel, unamusing life. I was now bare chested, only my panties remained as my last line of defense.
Carly licked her lips, her breathing laboured as she admired my small chest. Her stare was intense enough to make me squirm, feeling heat begin to coil around my lower stomach.
She took action straddled my waist, looking down at me in contemplation mixed in with lust and an emotion akin to guilt, "do you hate me now?"
Yes.
"No."
What am I saying, she killed Charles, but... why don't I hate her?
"Why?" Carly asked, confused, hopeful and remorseful for something.
I don't know why.
"Because you're my student, and that means I am always ready to bear any of my student's burdens. No matter how twisted they are."
*I'm your teacher, and that means I am always ready to bear any of my student's burdens. No matter how twisted they are.*
Again words overlapped with those in my dream.
Carly leaned down, pressing her forehead against mind, muttering, "even now, after I have gotten rid of that golden retriever, you still treat me like one of your students. Why can't you love me? Just tell me the truth, why don't you love me??"
Her question hang in the air, and I wanted to ignore it, but the image of Charles' twisted neck awakened a vile nature, hiding, deep down, within the depths of the abyss.
"I could never love you, because.. you disgust me," her body stiffened, and I didn't need to look at her to see the hurt and restrained anger trying to claw its way out.
"Funnily enough, at the same time, I could never hate you, because.. I'm incapable of that."
Silence. That was what remained between us.
"W-what would make you... love me??"
"Your death."
She breathed heavily, "I see.."
She lifted her head, and there was a smile, a warm kind of smile, hiding deep pain inside.
"I have a counter offer, and if it doesn't work then I'll kill myself."
Before I could react, she pressed her lips against mine, I tried to stop her by biting her on lips, but that seemed to encourage her to be bolder. She bit back on my own lips, and slithered her tongue inside when I groaned.
She sloppily ran her tongue around my mouth, tasting my saliva as if the most delicious dessert. Her working arm, reached down on my chest, groping and kneading my small breast.
Despite my tough exterior, I felt my resistance slowly slipping. I moaned to her touch, my body heating up, making me wonder what's wrong with me.
The tension in my body slowly loosened, and I felt my full bladder wanting to release the pee contained inside. It was then I remembered I hadn't gone to pee when I woke up.
I began to squirm underneath her, trying my best to slip away from her hold. A sharp yelp caught between pain and pleasure slipped out of my lips when Carly twisted roughly at my hardened nipple.
"I knew it," she spoke between kisses, "pain makes you feel pleasure, just like me."
She pulled back her head, a trail of saliva connected to our lips. She looked at me with pride, while I glared back at her.
"Teacher is so you cute," she giggled, like a kid playing with her toy, and that toy happened to be me.
She leaned back, using her working hand, she reached out behind her, my eyes widened when she ran her index finger through my slit over my panties.
"Stop," I pleaded.
Carly's smirk widened.
She began rubbing my pussy through the panties. I bit down on my lower lip to restrain the moans trying to slip out.
Carly's hand movement was slow, deliberate, savouring my torturous stifled moans. Yet her movements showed uncertainty, as she was caught between pleasing or punishing me.
But the harder, I restrained my moans, the faster her fingers circled. She looked at me with so much intensity, and my skin flushed, as I lost myself in her eyes and I suddenly felt the urge to kiss her.
The air suddenly became charged, saturated by the scent of lust, overcoming me, making me lose my reasoning as to why I shouldn't be seduced by the moment—by her.
What I failed to realise was the deeper I lost myself to the pleasure coursing down my spine, making me arch with each sensual touch from Carly, the more grip I lost on my bladder.
Carly unintentionally pressed on my clit, and my eyes rolled to the back of skull, as my mind went blank due to the overwhelming pleasure that ran through me.
My bladder couldn't hold on anymore, and I peed myself.