Bent Over His Desk：The Principal's Dirty Secret - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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A flicker of hope sparked in my eyes.
"But—" My gaze darted to Principal Lowell, still bound to the couch.
The idea of him witnessing my humiliation made my stomach churn.
"Don't want an audience for your little performance?" His voice dripped with mockery. "Face it—you're starving for a man. I saw those skimpy outfits in your closet. Playing the virgin, but really just begging to be passed around."
His hand patted my cheek, condescending.
I shook violently, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine my first time would be like this—stolen by a stranger before I'd even had a chance to love someone.
Too terrified to fight, I gave in.
He only let me go when I was too drained to move.
Exhausted himself, the intruder collapsed into sleep.
No ropes, no restraints—just the arrogant assumption that I wouldn't dare run.
When I turned, Principal Lowell's bloodshot eyes locked onto me, his throat working as he swallowed hard. Even tied up, the man was practically salivating.
Disgust coiled in my gut.
He looked like he was itching for his turn, but I refused to acknowledge him. Instead, I snatched my phone from my bag and locked myself in the bathroom, dialing 911 with trembling fingers.
Just as the intruder stirred, hungry for more, the doorbell rang.
Panic flashed across his face—he actually glanced at the tenth-floor window like he might jump.
But the cops kicked in the door before he could decide.
That's when I finally shattered, sobbing uncontrollably.
After an endless night of horror, dawn crept in.
As sunlight spilled through the windows, Principal Lowell—now freed—tried to slink toward me. I shoved him away, revolted.
At the station, they swabbed my skin, snapped photos, and bagged evidence. Justice would come for him.
When Principal Lowell's wife arrived to collect him, she shot me a look so venomous it could've killed.
I knew one thing for sure—this nightmare wasn't over yet.
"But—" My gaze darted to Principal Lowell, still bound to the couch.
The idea of him witnessing my humiliation made my stomach churn.
"Don't want an audience for your little performance?" His voice dripped with mockery. "Face it—you're starving for a man. I saw those skimpy outfits in your closet. Playing the virgin, but really just begging to be passed around."
His hand patted my cheek, condescending.
I shook violently, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine my first time would be like this—stolen by a stranger before I'd even had a chance to love someone.
Too terrified to fight, I gave in.
He only let me go when I was too drained to move.
Exhausted himself, the intruder collapsed into sleep.
No ropes, no restraints—just the arrogant assumption that I wouldn't dare run.
When I turned, Principal Lowell's bloodshot eyes locked onto me, his throat working as he swallowed hard. Even tied up, the man was practically salivating.
Disgust coiled in my gut.
He looked like he was itching for his turn, but I refused to acknowledge him. Instead, I snatched my phone from my bag and locked myself in the bathroom, dialing 911 with trembling fingers.
Just as the intruder stirred, hungry for more, the doorbell rang.
Panic flashed across his face—he actually glanced at the tenth-floor window like he might jump.
But the cops kicked in the door before he could decide.
That's when I finally shattered, sobbing uncontrollably.
After an endless night of horror, dawn crept in.
As sunlight spilled through the windows, Principal Lowell—now freed—tried to slink toward me. I shoved him away, revolted.
At the station, they swabbed my skin, snapped photos, and bagged evidence. Justice would come for him.
When Principal Lowell's wife arrived to collect him, she shot me a look so venomous it could've killed.
I knew one thing for sure—this nightmare wasn't over yet.
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