I was shocked into silence. All I could do was blink at the disgusting man in front of me. How could such a pervert be in charge of kids? And the sickening truth was, I wasn’t that much older than the kids who went to school here.
But how should I handle this situation? If I ran out of here, they could get my car’s license plate and call the cops.
Principal Thompson and his receptionist waited for me to say something. All I could think to do was stall for time.
The creep’s hand was still on me, and his fingers closed tightly around my wrist. His face lit up with glee.
“Good, you’ve made the right decision.” He began to pull me toward his office. “Who knows, you might even enjoy yourself.”
He must have taken my hesitance as an agreement. I shouldn’t be surprised that a pervert didn’t understand how consent worked.
From her chair, his secretary laughed shrilly.
“I knew you’d agree to it,” she told me mockingly.
