The room is spinning as I see Dan make a quick exit. Is she black mailing him too? How many men does she have under her thumb? I look back at Veronica in a speechless stupor. I feel relief, despair, anger, confusion and terror. Each one involuntarily popping up and falling back, only to be replaced with another. It's like a sadistic game of emotional wack-a-mole. Panic rises above all other emotions the longer she sits there, watching me. Is she waiting for me to speak? What am I supposed to do? Say something! Anything! "So... D, D, Dan. He uh knows?"
Veronica's smile drops. "Seriously?! You are one dense mother fucker. Don't you recognize art when you see it? When you saw Michaelangelo's David, you probably asked 'Durrrr, is that made of rock?'. Un-fucking believable. One day, you will look back in admiration of the masterpiece that just unfolded before your eyes." She grimaces and shakes her head in disgust.
Bitch, you are fucking with my livelihood and you expect me to be impressed?! I promise you will regret how you fucked with me! And Dan, that piece of dog shit is going to pay too.
"Aww, look at you. I'm touched you are so excited to be my bitch. You look so happy, like you are about to pop. I know this is a big deal for you, but try to breathe. We can't have you fainting now can we? Not when we have so much to discuss." Veronica walks to the front of the room and pulls the chair out from behind the teacher's desk. She sits down, crosses her legs, and points to the floor in front of her. "Come."
I walk over while focusing on breathing. I need to stay calm or I might say something I regret. She waves her finger from side to side while shaking her head, making me pause. She taps her ear, signaling she is waiting for me to respond. Ugh. "Yes Ma'am." She nods in approval as I take my place on the floor a few feet in front of her. Normally, I'd be tempted to peek up her skirt, but I feel nothing but pure hatred for this cunt so I decide to stare at the floor instead.
She looks down at me kneeling before her, and her whole demeanor changes. "Isn't this just so exciting?" Fuck no! "Wondering what's going to come next. Am I going to be mean, am I going to be nice, am I going to lift my skirt just to see how you respond?" My eyes betray me as they follow her fingers sliding across the hem of her skirt. No! I hate this bitch! "The anticipation must be eating you alive."
I silence my inner monologue before it starts spilling out. "I'm nervous... Ma'am."
"Is that really so different? Either way you are hanging on my every word, hoping for a certain outcome. Go on, admit you're excited so we can move on."
They aren't the same, but whatever. "I'm excited, Ma'am."
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it sweetpea?"
Shove your pet names up your ass! "No, Ma'am."
"Good, now I'm going to tell you a few things, many of which you will not agree with, but don't worry. In time, you absolutely will. Confirm that you understand what I tell you with a simple 'Understood.'"
I fill the brief silence "understood."
"First, You. Belong. To me. I'm not borrowing you, I didn't rent you, I'm not taking you for a test drive. You are my property and you are lucky I chose you. To be crystal clear, your purpose is to please me, anywhere, anytime, and by any means necessary."
I'm nobody's property you little shit, and I never will be. "Understood."
"Second. The text messages, videos, Dan's testimony, and your secrets are safe. I will do all I can to keep it that way. I want to keep you safe so please don't force me to ruin your life."
I'm not sure if I've ever heard a more compassionate threat. "Understood."
"In fact, just to prove to you how much I care about your safety, I'm willing to keep a copy of your house key. You know, for safety."
"Safety?" She doesn't even care enough to come up with a good excuse.
"Yeah bitch, I said safety. Give me your house key."
"I don't have a copy. I need my key." I'm lying but I'll do whatever I can to keep my key from her.