That come next evaluation, you’d make me forget about that mediocre display of your ability. x video I scan the desk, trying to find something to cut this stupid fucking rope. The closer it gets, the more pained I feel. But I’m interrupted by the feeling of his hand on my hair, pulling me back, making me yell out in pain again. But something tells me that he’s actually enjoying my sounds of suffering. How could I even bring myself to face him? Pained. My internal questioning is interrupted as I hear something. “My, my,” he says, rubbing my bare flesh, “You are quite a sight for sore eyes, aren’t you, Edelgard?”
The more he speaks to me, the dirtier I feel. I don’t know how to feel about it.




















