Professor's Forbidden Punishment - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

The moment my fingers touched Vincent's shirt buttons, he flipped our positions with terrifying strength, crushing me beneath his weight. His hands closed around my throat like iron shackles.
I went completely still, paralyzed by the sheer malice in his eyes.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" My voice came out strangled.
Vincent's lips curled into a cruel smirk. "How convenient that you forget. And how typical - you haven't even cleaned up your last mess, yet here you are throwing yourself at me?"
"I already told you, what happened with Ryan was—"
The slap came so fast I didn't see it coming. My head snapped sideways, the sting bringing instant tears.
"In that twisted little mind of yours, does every man you spread your legs for just count as another 'accident'?" His voice could have frozen hell itself.
Dazed from the blow, I thrashed against him, but he overpowered me effortlessly, binding my wrists with terrifying efficiency.
"Vincent, stop! What are you—"
The blood drained from my face when he dragged that massive suitcase into view. My pulse hammered against my ribs as I realized—I had no idea what came next.
"Remember Daniel?" Vincent's question hung in the air like a guillotine blade.
I scrambled through my memories, coming up empty. The disappointment twisting Vincent's features made my stomach lurch. When he stepped closer, the look in his eyes turned my bones to ice.
The last thing I saw was his fist coming at me.
Consciousness returned with the stench of mildew and something fouler. I blinked against the dim light of what looked like a decaying shack.
"Welcome back." Vincent's silhouette blocked the flickering bulb overhead.
I wriggled free from the scratchy burlap sack, crawling to the grimy window. Nothing but overgrown fields and crumbling structures stretched to the horizon—middle of nowhere.
"Where the hell are we? Why would you bring me here?"
The complete unfamiliarity of the place sent panic coursing through my veins.
"Home sweet home." His grip bit into my arm as he hauled me up. "Time to pay your debts." He shoved me into an adjacent room where the stench was so thick I gagged.
On the rusted bed lay a gaunt young man with waxy skin.
"My brother Daniel," Vincent's voice dripped venom behind me. "Care to explain what you did to him?"
My teeth sank into my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. There was something familiar about that face, but the memory slipped through my fingers like smoke.
Vincent's expression darkened impossibly further. "Of course. Why would a whore like you remember? You're poison. Everyone who gets close to you ends up destroyed."
The next blow sent me crashing to the moldy floorboards.
Curled into myself, I wept with the crushing certainty that Vincent would be the death of me.