Archive | 12.01.2010
- Twisted Sister
He walked into my dungeon and knelt. His eyes looked through my boots, but didn't see the polished leather. I hate it when they came to me like this, filled with defeat instead of submission.
I used the pointed toe of one boot to lift his chin. It was a moment longer before his eyes also lifted. Whatever it was, this boy had it bad. He'd spill it to me sooner or later. They always do. Sometimes I think I should have been a bartender. This pays better though, and I get to have my fun with them too.
"Come ... more
- Vice Principal
Dan prepared for the evening with an air of confidence and arrogance about him. He was nearing the end of his senior year in high school and, as with many of his fellow classmates, he was feeling nearly bulletproof. He was already accepted to college and knew that virtually nothing academically, short of actually failing a class, could have any impact on him.
Oddly, as he seemed to care less and less about classes his grades stayed the same or seemed to almost improve. It was almost as if he had ... more