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Transferring to an all boys school wasn't the best idea. Disguising as another guy wasn't such a good idea too. After all, it did give you the opportunity to meet a group of guys.
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The rope burned at my skin as I struggled against it.
A blindfold hugged at the grooves of my face, rendering me sightless as I wrestled the rope. The roughly made wooden chair scratched at my back and legs, splinters digging and poking at my skin. My head pounded as a ringing in my ear fell constant.
"W-What?..." I managed out weakly.
All I remember was walking to school and Mathew panicking. Maybe—?
Suddenly, a door swung open, and the sound of heavy shoes slapping onto the concrete floor filled the room. The ringing momentarily stopped as my pounding head grew numb. The adrenaline kicked in almost immediately.
"Wow~ Those clothes suit you well!" a voice gushed enthusiastically.
My mind stuttered as it clicked in my head who spoke.
"Z-Zander?.."
My words were slurred from the rough awakening. I felt the ropes that bound me grow tighter subconsciously as my throat closed up, blocking out any more words from forming. It didn't make sense. I trusted him.
The blindfold was ripped off of my face. Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the bright light, finding Zander's face close to mine as he smiled his usual smile — the last bit of normalcy left.
Zander chuckled to himself, brushing through my hair with his fingers like a pet. My eyes drifted down to my clothes.
A designer, doll-like dress adorned me. The cold metal of jewelry chilled my skin. Zander had dressed me up in his brand's clothing from head to toe. Everything looked and felt expensive.
Zander brushed his finger along my chin as he hummed.
"You like it?~.."
Before I could answer, he shushed me with his finger teasingly, the tip of his finger feeling the bottom of my lip.
"Ah~ ah~ ah~.. Choose your words carefully, (First Name)..."
I bit my lip as I pondered. His finger was slowly let down as he crouched down to my feet. He slowly took off my white heels adorned with pearls and gold, then showered kisses from the top of my feet to my knee.
Zander seemed so... deranged now. As if all parts of him that I had known were completely lost... Or perhaps I had never noticed this side of him, and this was truly Zander in his rawest moment.
