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Horror** A BATTLE OF MINDS SERIES (Horror + Erotica) ** - Completed
The following story takes place in a fictional small town in Eastern Germany, sometime in the late 1990s. Due to the German school system of that time (starting relatively late, and leading until 13th grade for those who want to attend university), most students were 18 or older during their last two years of school. This is also the case for all school students in this story.
Please forgive my mistakes, I am not a native speaker of English.
This story is fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are a coincidence.
As soon as he felt Laura's fingers though, touching his skin as she pulled down his jeans and underpants a bit, and then on his cock, helping it spring into freedom – Thomas had to focus all his concentration on not coming right there and then. Once his cock was standing proudly, free of the restraining clothes, Laura wrapped her slender hand around it. Expertly, she moved it up and down a few times, with just the right amount of pressure to excite him even more, but not send him over the edge yet; it was obvious that she knew what she was doing. Thomas' breath quickened, and a low groan escaped his lips. Again he looked down at the girl, who just then raised her eyes up to his, a daring half-smile on her lips. Her mouth approached his cock now. Seeing Laura, once the epitome of a "good girl", leaning forward, her lips now pursed, mere millimeters from his dick – that view burned itself into Thomas' mind; no matter what he would go on doing in his life, he knew he would always remember this sight.
Laura paused for just a moment, allowed him to feel her breath on his tender flesh, allowed his expectation to rise; then she ran her tongue along his shaft before licking the little drops of precum that were gathering at the tip of his cock. Thomas groaned again, closing his eyes, so he could concentrate only on the feel of her soft, wet tongue.
At first, that touch was only tender and teasing, making him long for more. Finally, however, Laura engulfed the whole tip of Thomas's cock into her mouth and for a third time he groaned as he felt the warmth and wetness of the orifice, her tongue all the while dancing over his bell-end. For a few long moments he kept his eyes closed to only feel, not see, but finally he could not help looking again, and as his vision refocused he saw the girl's head slowly bobbing up and down, taking him deeper into her mouth each time. Fascinated, he watched more and more of his manhood disappear between her lips. Her tongue never stood still, one moment it was swirling on the tip of his dick, the next moment, as she took him in yet deeper, it was dancing along his shaft.
Eventually, as his entire cock seemed to have all but disappeared into her mouth, he could feel the resistance of her throat at his tip, and her nose was buried deep into his pubic hair. Laura paused for a few moments now, letting him relish in the feeling of being fully engulfed in her. He felt a vague surprise at the lack of a gag reflex in her – but as she started bobbing her head again, sucking at the same time, his mind was much too occupied with the sensation to ponder on this issue. Instinctively, Thomas started moving his hips to meet the motion of Laura's head.
Then he felt Laura's hand at his balls, playing with them, squeezing them softly, and cupping them. Again, Thomas groaned – he would not be able to hold back much longer. Much too soon, he felt the pressure build up in his dick, felt a wave of arousal take hold of him that was stronger than anything he had known in his many lonely hours of wanking at home – his cock in one hand, a magazine in the other, or the thought of one of his classmates on his mind. No, this was of a different quality, he felt almost as if he was going to explode, and the small toilet booth and the graffiti on its walls and even Laura kneeling in front of him seemed to blur into an incoherent mix of color as Thomas shot spurt after spurt of his cum into her mouth. Only afterwards he realized, that all that time, his hands had been entangled in the girl's hair, pressing her head against his groin until she had swallowed every last bit...
Thomas only awoke from his memories when the ringing of the bell announced the end of class. Even realizing that he was still sitting in his classroom, and that the events in the girls bathroom already lay twenty hours in the past, could not chase the happy smile from his face. Yes, he had bought the first sexual experience in his life with money, and at that, a surprisingly small amount of it – but it had been incredible, and with a girl of whom he had not even dared to dream until that day. And the best thing was that he had already set up a new appointment with Laura, for the following week.
If he cut down on the smoking for a week, thus saving up some more money, and then maybe on Sunday paid a visit to his grandma, who was always eager to give him small presents of financial nature – maybe he would be able to get Laura to go even further? Thomas made up his mind to ask her as soon as possible.[/I]
***
Nervously, Frank Seger checked his watch again. It was almost three in the afternoon, finally; school had finished for the day about twenty minutes ago, and Laura had to arrive any moment now.
It had been three days since he last saw her, her mother was sick and thus stayed at home; it would have been too dangerous to make her come to the forest after school. Now, however, the mother was back to work, and he was leading Laura's footsteps to the small hut that he renovated over a year ago with Martin's help, hidden between the trees of Leskow's forest. Finding the hut had been a real stroke of luck, not as important as finding the locket of course, but Mr. Seger still shuddered at the memory of those first few nights spent just sleeping on the forest floor. Strangely, he never noticed the decayed little house near the shore of the lake, at an edge of a clearing not far from the small bay, hidden under beech trees, before the day he decided to take Martin into his service. Now it was his, and thanks to his powers, no one else could find it. He could live quite comfortably in his hut. And he could spend time with Laura in there. If only she would finally show up...
Yes, it made him nervous not to see Laura for a few days. His control over her was strong; he could influence her general behavior even without giving her direct orders, and without knowing what she was doing at any specific moment. She just behaved the way he wanted her to. Still, he preferred to reassert himself of his power over her every now and then. The fact that in last year she managed to defend herself against Martin's control scared him, he just could not forget what she did to him – the boy did not seem like he was ever going to wake up from his coma.
Of course, his own will power was much stronger, he was not weak like Martin, but he still felt he had to watch out for this girl. Frank Seger was a careful man; he knew he should not underestimate Laura. There was something about her, something strong. The way she tried to resist even him, the day he finally revealed himself, was almost admirable. However, his admiration did not go as far as wanting to end up in a coma himself. No, he couldn't allow her to do something like that to him.
However, everything seemed to be alright: He could feel Laura approach now, the way he always felt her approach by the slight hum of the locket – it reacted to her presence more than to anyone else's. A few moments later she appeared between the trees. Her red hair looked strangely bright in the darkness of the forest, her skin pale – and she was showing a lot of skin, despite the cold she was wearing only a tiny sleeveless shirt and a mini-skirt, her jacket slung carelessly around her hips. Only the tall boots looked somewhat appropriate for the weather. Mr. Seger licked his lips. This was the kind of attire he liked; he had always preferred it when his female students showed what they had. Not that he would ever have let anyone notice those kind of preferences, of course, but what a shame it used to be when Laura of all girls still insisted on just wearing her usual jeans and wide shirts. A figure like hers just had to be shown off.
Laura walked across the clearing, towards him, smiling and pursing her lips in a promise of kisses to come. She walked slowly, with a tantalizing swing to her hips, just as he liked it. For a moment, Mr. Seger wondered what Laura's mother would be thinking about the way her daughter acted lately, and that thought made him grin.
Yes, Laura's mother... Marion... Frank Seger's grin turned into a grimace. She used to be in his class, so many years ago, when he was just as old as Laura was now. On first look, her daughter seemed just like she once had: One of those pretty, but seemingly good and hard-working girls, who no one would expect anything bad of, but to whom there was more than what met the eye. Contrary to Laura, however, Marion had been one of those girls that used any absence of a teacher to poke fun at ugly, scrawny boys with glasses and braces – on all other occasions, she did not even acknowledge their existence. And Frank had been so much in love, throughout the last few years of school he had not been able to think of anything but her. Marion, however, only cared for older, good looking guys. Like the one she married in the end, a few years after graduating.
The fact that Laura looked so much like her mother made Mr. Seger both hate and desire her. She had been as ambitious in school and as well-behaved as her mother in the presence of teachers, though he guessed that she was lacking her mother's maliciousness to those she considered beneath herself. Still, Frank Seger had recognized his old flame's offspring the moment Laura had first stepped into his class room, more than six years ago. At first she was just a student, her presence tantalizing him only because she made him think of Marion. But as Laura grew up and reached adulthood, his desire for her awoke and increased. Laura, innocent as she was, had always returned his smile and sat down on her seat, put her neatly kept notebooks and books on the desk in an annoyingly assiduous fashion and had gone through her notes of the previous week – even though she did neither particularly like math, nor had any talent for it. She just was the kind of student that took school seriously, because she had been taught from childhood onwards that she should strive to become something good, something better than the others, to be successful in life.
By the time she was eighteen, he couldn't help fantasizing about the quiet little beauty, he couldn't stop the thoughts that occurred to him each time he ran into her in town. It was especially around the time he found the locket, but did not yet know what to do with it, that he imagined to get her to break her usual, stuffy demeanor. He envisioned her giving blow jobs to fellow students in the toilet, during lunch break, imagined her turning into a right little slut – and imagined how much that would hurt her mother.
When Martin ran into him, that summer evening in the forest, shortly after his "death", it did not take long to find out that the boy was hopelessly in love with Laura. Martin's mind did not only seem to have waited for someone with a little more imagination to take control, it also was an open book from the first day onward. It did not take him long to decide – he wanted to reward Martin for giving himself almost voluntarily into his power. And he had always dreamt of having Laura at his mercy. The plan was quickly born – Mr. Seger did not mind sharing, and after all, Laura's nightly visits to the hut were not only for Martin's benefits, though watching Laura willingly give herself to a boy, who could not be any more popular with the girls at school than he, Frank Seger, had once been, might have been what he enjoyed most throughout that year.
As much as Mr. Seger enjoyed watching all the things Martin did to Laura, things were even better now, without him. Just thinking of the shy girl prostituting herself to half the school, made the old teacher's heart go faster. By now the whole school must know what she had become; maybe the rumors reached even some of the teachers, and the offers Laura received were increasing every day, not least because of her very affordable prices. Unfortunately he could not be present when she gave herself to those young men in the school's bathrooms; after all he wanted them to be fully conscious while they used Laura's body. Letting her tell him about every moment of these encounters to the smallest detail was the closest he could get.
Laura was standing in front of him now, her eyes focused onto some point in the distance, as always when she was under his control. On her outstretched hand, she presented her former teacher with a few bills, the money she had earned on his orders, as if she wanted to prove to him that she had done as she had been told. Not that there could be any doubt.
Mr. Seger raised his hand and touched her cheek for just a moment.
"Good girl," he said in a hoarse voice.
Of course it was nonsense to speak to Laura. She followed his orders blindly, as soon as he thought them, sometimes before he even became aware of thinking them. Still, it somehow helped Mr. Seger, calmed him down to hear the sound of his own voice and of hers, to have the illusion of a normal conversation. And letting her talk to him was of course the only way to share her adventures at school.
"How did it go with Thomas yesterday?" he asked.
Laura's voice sounded somewhat different to what it had been like in the old times, over a year ago, when she had been one of the students sitting in his classroom. Mr. Seger assumed that it was his own timbre, his influence that mixed itself into her speech and changed its tone. However, he did not mind. It was still close enough to sounding like her.
"I waited for him in the girls bathroom", she started her tale. "He was a few minutes late, but not much. At first he didn't dare to enter, he stood in front of the door to the bathroom, and then again in front of the booth I was waiting in, without knocking or saying anything. When I opened the door to let him in, he looked at first as if he considered just running away. But he had a huge hard-on, I could tell even though he was wearing Jeans."
Mr. Seger felt his own cock twitch in his trousers, which he knew would soon feel too tight, too. Oh, the thought of that nondescript, shy guy – he did not even remember what Thomas looked like, though he remembered his name from marking various of his math tests with excellent grades – a young man similar to the young man he had once been, going to the girl's bathroom to meet up with a little beauty like Laura, to pay her for sexual favors... It reminded Frank Seger of fantasies he had in his own youth.
"When he finally came into the booth I locked the door, and for a while I just let him play with my tits", Laura explained. Her word choice was one of those things about her manner of speaking that showed Mr. Seger's influence. He knew that Laura, had she been herself, would not have chosen to use a word like "tits" – and that was exactly the reason why he liked it so much to hear her use that word.
"Like this?" asked Mr. Seger, and pulled Laura's small shirt over her head. She was not wearing a bra this day either, and her nipples stiffened in the cold November air. The teacher took those enticing little buttons between his fingers and pinched them slightly, and then he cupped Laura's breasts with his hands, as if wanting to check their weight. Eventually, he leaned forward to take her nipples into his mouth and lick them and suck on them.
Even though Thomas had proceeded quite differently, Laura did not protest. On the contrary, she started breathing faster and moaning every now and then – exactly like Mr. Seger wanted her to: Standing there half-naked in the forest, like a little slut, enjoying the attentions of him, her teacher, who was old enough to be her father... Again, Frank Seger wished Marion could see her little girl.
Finally, he let go of her breasts, and asked Laura to continue her story.
"Then, I knelt down in front of him," she said, "and I opened the fly of his jeans, at first just to play with his dick a little bit. He was quite hard already, and surprisingly big. Had I continued wanking him for a little bit longer he would probably have come just from that, but that wasn't the deal after all. So I..."
"No, wait!" Mr. Seger interrupted her. „Don't just tell me. Show me."
Obediently, Laura knelt down in front of Mr. Seger. Playing with her breasts had not been without effect on him. His cock was hard and throbbing, straining against his trousers. Slowly, Laura opened the fly, and the teacher's manhood proudly jumped into freedom. Looking at it, Laura licked her lips, a lustful gleam in her eyes – Mr. Seger congratulated himself on the amount of control he had by now, even over her smallest reactions. He knew that her pussy was wet, and he liked giving in to the illusion, that what he was doing to her was arousing to the girl. Maybe, he told himself more than once, this arousal at being used by someone like him had always been a possibility for her, just something she had not permitted herself as long as she was conscious and in control of herself. Maybe, he managed to convince himself, he was doing her a favour by subjugating her like this.
Exactly like she had done the previous day, with Thomas, Laura at first let her tongue dance on the tip of Mr. Seger's cock, eagerly licking up the small drops of precum that appeared on it, and let it run along the shaft. After a while, however, she took him into her mouth, at first sucking on the tip, before she started bobbing her head up and down, letting the teacher's manhood glide deeper and deeper into her throat.
***
Laura startled out of her sleep. Wide-eyed she stared around the dark bedroom. In front of the window, she could see snowflakes dancing through the night sky.
For a few moments she was not quite sure where she was or what was going on – she vaguely remembered falling asleep – but what had happened after that? Judging by the look out of the window, it could not be the same night anymore – actually, quite a while had to have passed. After all, the last time she had woken up, there had not been a trace of snow outside yet. It had only been October, now it had to be December at the very least.
Laura looked at the small alarm clock that stood next to her bed, as always. It was shortly after midnight. She still had quite a bit of time until the morning – as long as Mr. Seger was asleep, hopefully, he might not notice her escape and she would remain free. She sat up in her bed and tried to get order into her thoughts and confused memories. What had she found out the last time she had woken up? What had she done? The recorder! Of course! There should be a recording of at least the first few hours of that day, of what she might have done or said or heard after she had been back under Mr. Seger's control. Maybe that would help her, in some way.
She jumped out of the bed and started looking for the small machine. Where had she hid it? Laura saw some jeans lying on the floor, much tighter than what she usually liked to wear. Quickly she picked it up to search the pockets. But of course it would probably not be the same jeans she had been wearing so many weeks ago. She felt blood rush up to her face at the thought of the recording machine maybe having ended up in the washing machine. Perhaps it was in her jacket though? Her jacket was not in the room, it was hanging in the hallway; at least that was where she used to place it a year ago.
Just when Laura reached the door of her room, her eyes fell to her backpack, standing innocently by the desk. Of course! Now she remembered. It was in the front pocket of her backpack. Laura knelt down and with trembling fingers opened the pocket. The zipper slipped out of her fingers twice, but finally she managed. There it was, small and silver and innocent, and maybe holding the key to her freedom.
After finding new batteries to replace the old ones, Laura sat back down on her bed, one hand clutched tightly around the recording machine, while with the other one she opened the notebook in which she already had taken notes during that October night. She knew that whatever she was to hear now, it would not be easy for her – she had no illusions that Mr. Seger would treat her any nicer than Martin had done. But she had to find out what was happening to her.
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The sky outside the window was already getting lighter, when Laura finally gave in to the urge of burying her face in her pillow and starting to cry. She felt sick. Her mind was buzzing, thoughts of anger, fear, and disgust coursing through her brain, without being able to concentrate on any of them. The batteries had lasted well into the afternoon, and after the sounds of a normal boring school day, she had heard her own conversation with Mr. Seger. From the various sounds accompanying it, she had been able to deduce that she had not only talked to him.
It was horrible. Trying to conjure up the details of the events out in the forest made her want to scream. And yet, Laura knew that as soon as the teacher woke up again, he would regain control over her, he would force her to continue selling her body to the boys at school. She would continue to prostitute herself without knowing what she was doing. Slowly, her fear and disgust turned into rage. Oh, what she would do to that slimy... But what could she do? She had always thought Mr. Seger a nice teacher, one of those that smile even when it was obvious she had no talent for the subject he taught. Every now and then she used to have nice chats with him after class. He always told her to say hello to her mother...
She had to do something. She had to defend herself, somehow. Free her mind from his power. After all, she had managed to wake up more than once already – but Laura had no idea how she accomplished that, and why this day, and not the previous one or the one before. However, she managed to get rid of Martin, and, she decided, she would get rid of Mr. Seger too. She had to.
It was seven in the morning by now, when Laura realized that it was becoming difficult to breathe or to think. It was as if the air was taking on a different quality. Somehow it was thicker, and the room, despite the lights still being turned on, seemed to grow darker. A darkness that reached out to her, wanting to drown her every thought. With all her might she started struggling against this darkness, clinging on to her consciousness. She knew it was a losing fight, and yet she only gave up when she was engulfed in blackness and had already forgotten who she was and what she was fighting for.
***
Frank Seger was trembling. He was cold, even though he knew that it had to be quite warm in his little hut. Last winter, Martin built an open fireplace on his orders, from stones stolen on construction sites in town; it was a bit of work to get this oven going, but once the fire was there, it heated up the room quite well. Still, Frank Seger felt the need to pull his blankets closer around his body as he was sitting on his bed, knees pulled up to his chest. For a few moments he fought the temptation to just lie back down, turn his face to the wall, and try to fall back asleep – so he could pretend that nothing had happened.
It was no use, though. It had happened, and he knew it. Laura had been free of his power, and not only that, she had also defended herself against him when he wanted to get her back under control. She had succeeded for a few, horrible seconds. And for those few moments, Mr. Seger had not been sure he would win. For a few moments, he had thought it was all over.
Through a dirty window he could see the bleak gray of the sky outside turning into a lighter, albeit not any less bleak, color. Mr. Seger still sat on his bed. No, he rather would not go back to sleep today – who knew what would happen if he wasn't spending attention. He decided that he should get up, take a walk through the forest maybe – perhaps it had snowed some more during the night, and he liked the winter forest. A walk in the fresh air might clear his mind.
Mr. Seger stood up. While he dressed – his favorite sweater, that he had worn almost every day at school, when he still used to work there, and some warm trousers and a jacket that Martin had stolen for him last winter in the local outdoor store – he decided that he should have Laura come into the forest in a few hours. Just thinking of her naked body on his bed, of her pale, soft skin, chased away all fear. Yes, this was a good idea: First a walk in the snow, and then use her body to warm up again.
Seeing her as often as possible, seemed the most sensible thing for him to do, anyway. Being close to her would strengthen his power over her. Controlling someone from afar was always a bit more difficult.
When Frank Seger opened the door and stepped outside into a snowy winter morning, he suddenly realized that it was already mid-December – which meant that the school would soon have Christmas break. He knew that Laura always traveled to Southern Germany with her parents, when she was younger he had often asked her how the skiing trip had been, inwardly sneering at people who went skiing for their Christmas break, you were supposed to have a quiet time with your family after all – or, like Frank Seger, who did not have much family left anymore, a quiet time with yourself and a bottle of wine.
Laura's journey would be a problem though, he realized. Not seeing her for two weeks could be dangerous, and he was not sure over how long a distance he would be able to keep control of her. Well, he would think of something, Frank Seger decided. For now he should enjoy his walk. And look forward to the afternoon.
***
The brakes squealed loudly. Laura was flying forward, for a moment she felt like she was weightless, before the safety belt cut painfully into her shoulder. Then there was a loud bang. And then a scream.
It took a few moments for Laura to realize, that she was the one screaming. She wanted to stop, but she couldn't. She screamed and screamed. Only slowly she became aware of the pain that was causing her to scream: the stinging sensation in her head, the dull throb in her arm. There were other noises too: Someone was groaning in the front of the car, and the radio was still playing, and people were shouting outside the car. A siren was approaching. The noise made her head hurt more.
Then, finally, she sank back into unconsciousness – a new, unknown type of oblivion that was not announced by a different quality to the air; a type of unconsciousness that wasn't an abyss swallowing her mind and rendering her to the control of a strange power. This time, her thoughts and actions were not taken over by anyone; her mind just seemed to disappear into nothingness.
***
Quiet voices near her created an almost pleasant hum with their whispered conversation. She was lying on a soft and clean bed, the room was nicely warm. Her head, however, still throbbed painfully. Laura kept her eyes closed for a few more moments, afraid that the bright light – and she could tell through her closed eyelids that it was bright – would increase the pain.
She knew where she was, mainly by the way the air smelled, by the hum of sounds surrounding her, the exhaustion of her body that did not fit with waking up in a soft bed: But she did not allow herself to ponder on the question of what she was doing in a hospital. Finally, she decided to open her eyes, slowly, only far enough to make out the outlines of two people that were leaning over her bed. Concentrating on what she was seeing, her vision grew somewhat more focused, and Laura believed to recognize her father's face. Then everything became blurry again.
***
Doctor Paul Smith just could not stop thinking of the girl. She was on his mind when he started his morning shift, and when he went home from work, and at night he dreamt of her. How could he think like that of a patient? He had always been very proper about his work, had kept private life and work contacts apart, had made sure to never get himself into any situation that might endanger his career. Until this girl appeared, and made all his professionalism seem to have been in vain.
The doctor tried to convince himself that it was sympathy; after all, the young woman seemed to be a magnet for misfortune. Someone had told him that the young man, who was lying in a coma in the same hospital since last spring already, had been her boyfriend; that they had lived together until his accident. And now she did end up here herself, fortunately without any live threatening or lasting injuries. Her mother, however, did not survive the accident that brought the girl here, while her father only suffered a few contusions, a concussion, and a broken arm.
Doctor Smith had informed the girl of her mother's death just yesterday. The father had asked him to do that – he did not feel able to tell her himself, he had said. Doctor Smith could clearly remember the look in her eyes, as she received the message. She nodded, without saying a word, and looked at him like someone who did not expect anything but bad news and sadness in their life. She did not cry, did not scream, did not show anger or confusion, but there was a pain in her eyes that doctor Smith, who had been working in the hospital for over 30 years and had seen his fair share of sadness, felt he would never forget.
That was not all, though. There was something else about her. Something that made him unable to forget this girl. Doctor Smith knew that it was not just sympathy that made him think of her constantly.
***
How? How could he have done something like that? How could he not have seen what would happen? How was it possible, that in one moment of carelessness he destroyed everything that mattered in this world?
Frank Seger walked up and down, up and down near the shore of Lake Leskow, only every now and then he stopped his restless pacing to stare out over the frozen lake. Under the night sky, the ice was dark, as dark as his thoughts, and it would still be long before the sun would rise again. It was cold, Mr. Seger's breath formed a small cloud, but he barely felt any chill. He was too upset to spend attention to such detail.
How could he have done something like that, how could he have let this happen?
All he had in mind was a small accident, causing a few scratches on the car, a broken arm or a concussion for Marion's husband at most – something that was just enough to prevent Laura's family from traveling out of his reach for their vacation. Not something like this!
At first Frank Seger did not even realized what had happened. At the time he expected the family to be on their way out of Leskow, he searched for the mind of Laura's father, to gain control over him, to make him stop spending attention to traffic for just a moment, so he would leave the road and crash against the guarding rail. That would have been enough. He had it all planned out, nothing should have gone wrong. However, there was something there, blocking the connection: some obstacle between him and the man's mind. The more Mr. Seger thought about it, the more he believed that there had been another power, similar to his own, with which he had struggled for control over Laura's father. And due to that struggle, due to his lack of control, the car with Laura's family crashed into a truck. Frank Seger did not realize it, he only felt the connection to Laura's father disappear, indicating that he had passed out, and assumed that things had gone according to plan after all – no, it wasn't until much later that he learned what happened: The passenger's side of the small family car was crushed completely by the impact; and Laura's mother, Marion, died shortly after being brought to the hospital.
Tears welled up in Frank's eyes – he felt a bit silly for crying. This woman had made him suffer since he was a boy, for so many years, and without even realizing that she did so. He hated her so much; he had decided to turn her daughter into a whore. And yet... He had thought of Laura more than of Marion in the last years, yet now the memories of the students' pretty face faded behind the older recollections of the Marion of his youth, and of Marion, the married woman, the few times he saw her in town. He could not imagine a world without her, and yet, that was the world he would have to live in from now on.
Frank Seger fought the urge to fall down to the ground, hurl like a baby; beat the forest ground with his fists. All the hatred inside him, the hatred he had felt against Marion and Laura, against all students and the whole town, all that hatred suddenly turned against one thing: The locket, dangling innocently from his neck, snuggling warmly against his chest. The locket had given him the power to do all this – wasn't it the real culprit?
Without realizing what he was doing, Frank's fingers moved to the little piece of metal, holding it tentatively, hesitatingly. He stopped himself. Was he really going to pull it off his neck and throw it into the waters of the lake, far away, so no human being could ever find it again? He let go of the thing again, felt it bump back against his chest. It felt warmer now, almost hot, and seemed to be pulsating slightly. Evil, he thought. It was evil. Yet, he did not attempt to throw it away again; instead Frank Seger resumed his restless pacing along the shore of the lake.
No, he decided after some thought, the locket couldn't be evil. How could he blame something as small and pretty as this locket? It gave him power, it helped him. It was innocent; it could not have caused something so painful to him. There had been something else, another power that had caused everything to go wrong. There was another evil in Leskow, an evil of whose existence he had not known. A power very much like the one he knew, and yet different – a power of destruction. Was there someone else in Leskow who could do the things he, Frank Seger, did? Or had he been the one who did not have his own emotions under control?
Maybe he should not throw the locket into the lake, but rather drown himself. Well, jumping into water was not that easy just now, he thought with a bitter smile. He would have to hack a hole into the ice first. The idea of slipping into such a hole, of floating underneath the frozen surface and disappearing into the dark waters forever was tempting. No one would mourn for someone who had officially been dead for a year and a half already. The knot in Frank Seger's throat grew, when he imagined his own pale, bloated body, floating undiscovered and alone underneath the ice. By the time it was spring, no one would recognize it anymore.
He knew, however, that neither of this was possible. He wouldn't go into the lake himself, and he couldn't throw the locket away. It had been thrown into the lake before, though not by him, and it had returned. It had called him. The realization caused him to tremble: The locket wanted to be with him. It wanted him to do all those things he had done within the last year and a half. For the first time, the teacher asked himself not how much power he had through the locket, but how much power the locket held over him.
He felt the warmth of the little piece of jewelry heavy on his chest, the thing seemed to be pulsating, like a little heart, and somehow that calmed him down. Mr. Seger closed his fingers around the locket once again, though this time he was not planning to tear it off; he wanted to feel its smooth surface. Then he looked up. While his eyes searched the opposite shore of the lake, his expression grew harder, more decisive.
"No!" Mr. Seger said loudly, a notably defiant tone to his voice. "No."
He, Frank Seger, was the one in control. He decided what he did, and he decided what everyone else did. He was in control of his life and of the lives of all those others; of the whole world, if he wanted to. And he had to continue, despite his mistake, and as sad as he was about Marion's death. He could not give up now. Somehow he would be able to turn everything to his favor, but for that he had to get back on track. Under no circumstances could he let Laura stay free for much longer, out of control, there in the hospital. She was still in a bad shape after the accident, but she was getting better, and who knew what she would do, who she would confide in, what proof she would be able to gather, once she was well again. He could not let it get that far.
While Mr. Seger kept pacing up and down the same little stretch of shore, the sun had risen. It did not bring much warmth, but the snowy trees and the icy surface of the lake glittered in its light. Mr. Seger turned away from the lake and slowly walked back towards the forest, to his hiding place between high trees and thick shrubs. Smoke was rising from the chimney of his little hut. It looked comforting. Mr. Seger was looking forward to the warmth inside, to sitting near the oven, but before relaxing, he had an important task: The math teacher let his mind stretch out over the forest, towards town, searching for Laura.
***
Laura blinked a few times as she opened her eyes. The sun was shining through the window right onto her bed, and into her face. As her eyes got used to its brightness, she could make out the clear blue sky through the window. She was looking right into a beautiful but cold winter day. For a few moments she just enjoyed the view from her bed, without thinking, just enjoying the blue sky, the snow-covered trees in the hospital's garden, and the fact, that she was able to see and enjoy these things. She was awake, she was conscious, and her health improved with every new day. So far, Mr. Seger had not tried a single time to get her back under his control. As long as she could stop the memories, everything was perfect.
She shared the room with two more women, but could not remember having exchanged more than a few words with either of them. Currently it was still very early in the morning, they were both asleep, and Laura was glad to have the sun light and the quiet of the morning for herself – at least for as long as she could keep the thoughts out of her mind.
Between the sunrays, which were drawing spots and lines of light onto the slightly dusty window and the wall of the hospital rooms, Laura suddenly believed to make out a face. A face taking a distinct shape, eyes looking at her – a face she knew. And now she couldn't keep up the facade any longer: The memories flooded back into her mind. For a moment Laura struggled against them, tried to keep her mind blank, but she knew it was useless. She closed her eyes, and now she saw the face more clearly: Her mother's face. The memory invaded her body like a wave of pain; Laura suddenly felt the urge to throw up. And now she wished to forget everything. What use was the blue sky, the sun, the snow? What use was it to finally be free? She wanted to be unconscious again, in a coma. Why could it not have been her who died in the accident? And why – a small corner of her mind realized how strange it seemed, that she was wishing for something like this – why did Mr. Seger not just overrule all her thoughts again, rid her of any memory or sense of self, turning her back into his slave, without any will of her own?
Next time she would not try to resist, Laura decided. She hated Mr. Seger and what he did to her, but anything was better than this pain cutting into her chest, whenever she stayed awake long enough for the memories to return. And wasn't the truth that she didn't deserve better? It should have been her who died. She did not remember the moments before the accident, but she was sure of that – it should have been her, not her mother.
Somewhere on the small table next to her bed there were pills, Laura remembered, something to help her sleep, to make the pain go away. Quickly she turned to look for them. However, just when she found them and took them into one hand, a glass of water that was standing there for her into the other, the air somehow changed its quality. There was a familiar sensation of being pulled down into an abyss, of her thoughts slowing down. She felt Mr. Seger reaching out for her, taking hold of her mind. Instinctively she wanted to resist, but then she remembered the decision she had taken just minutes earlier.
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Laura gave in to forgetting, to darkness, to the nothingness as her mind sank into a deep, dark abyss.
***
The dark hallways of the hospital were silent; the only sound to be heard was the quiet hum of the lamps behind the emergency exit signs, that gave the inside of the building a little bit of greenish light, and the buzz of a few medical devices. Dr. Smith was so used to the silence that surrounded him during night shift, that he adapted his own footsteps automatically: He was barely audible either.
This night was indeed particularly quiet, so far there had not been a single emergency, nor had new patients been delivered to the hospital. Dr. Smith was definitely not complaining about this. He was already well past fifty years old and he liked peace and quiet. When as a young man he had decided to study medicine, he had still been equipped with the necessary energy for this straining job. Now, however, he felt more worn out with every day and started looking forward to retirement. Until then, however, he still had to work quite a few years. At least this was a small-town hospital; the amount of accidents and other emergencies was by far not as big as it might have been in a big city. Thus, Doctor Smith did not mind night shifts, and he particularly liked nights like this one, where he could quietly walk around the hallways, enjoy an atmosphere of peace that only a large amount of sleeping people could generate, and let his own thoughts wander freely.
Suddenly, however, these thoughts were interrupted by a sound. The sound of naked feet on the linoleum hospital floor, not loud at all – had it not been so quiet in the hospital, and had Dr. Smith not been so used to the silence, he might not even have heard it.
Dr. Smith froze for a moment, then he turned and looked around suspiciously – but the hallway was empty. If one of his patients had left their room and was wandering around the nightly hospital, then why had they not turned on the light?
He could not make out the sound anymore, however. Thus, after listening into the night for a few more moments, Dr. Smith turned around again and continued his slow walk up the hallway. Another sound cut through the silence, the creak of a door, not louder than the patter of naked feet had been earlier. Then the door closed, and instinctively Dr. Smith knew, which door it had been. Slowly, hesitatingly he moved towards it. It was the door of a small cabinet where the hospital's cleaners left their appliances. Definitely not the right place for a patient to spend the night.
Dr. Smith believed he could feel the presence of someone behind the closed door of the cabinet. For a few moments he just stood there, and then he took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was dark inside; he could not see anything but a few indistinguishable shapes and blindly started to search for the light switch.
Just when he found it, something touched his hand – thin, soft fingers, pulling his hand away from the light switch. Before Dr. Smith could utter a sound of surprise and fear, another hand covered his mouth. The touch was soft, however, not menacing, more like a caress, and he felt a body pressing against his back. A female body, he could make out breasts, soft and round, not particularly big yet clearly distinguishable as they pushed against him. The woman behind him could not be wearing many clothes, probably just a thin nightgown.
After a moment of this strange, blind hug, she let go, and Dr. Smith turned around. Now that he had been inside the cabinet for a few moments, his eyes had gotten somewhat used to the darkness, and the woman was standing right in the dim light shining in from the hallway through the open door; Doctor Smith recognized Laura, his patient with the sad eyes, who by now had recovered well from her car accident. She was smiling, as she reached out to the door. After pulling it closed, they were engulfed in complete darkness, but Dr. Smith was not scared anymore, nor did he feel the wish to find the light switch. He stretched out his arms to the girl, and pulled her into a tight embrace, relishing the feeling of her soft skin, of her feminine body under the tiny night gown.
He did not wonder what she was doing here, why she seemed to have been expecting him – her presence, her fragrance and the warmth of her body were too enticing. Somehow, to Doctor Smith, meeting her here seemed just right, just the thing he had been waiting for this night. Any possible thought of morals, of the law, even of his wife were wiped from his mind when Laura's lips touched his. The doctor gave himself to her kiss, returned it, let his tongue explore the young woman's mouth, and as his courage grew, he started exploring her young body with his hands.
He felt her move, heard a rustle of fabric, and then found that the girl had pushed up her night gown, so that now he could feel her smooth skin directly under his fingers. Slowly he let his hands wander down and then back up along her thighs, before he grabbed with each hand one side of her beautiful behind, firmly, feeling her flesh under his fingers, and pushed her body yet closer to his own. Then he allowed his hands to wander again, to explore her body with a thoroughness that put even any of his medical exams to shame. Laura stepped back just enough to allow the space between them he needed to reach her breasts.
He relished in the feeling of those firm globes under his hands. When he cupped them, he could feel her nipples poking into the insides of his hands. The little buttons were small, but they were swollen and hard like diamonds. Laura's moans heightened his arousal; he felt his manhood straining against his trousers.
As if she had guessed his thoughts, Laura's hand suddenly touched him right there, pressing against his sex and rubbing along it, through his trousers and his medical coat. Finally her hand slipped underneath the coat and he could feel her fingers searching for his fly of his trousers, pulling it slowly open.
Doctor Smith let his hands wander back down as well. Laura had not been able to shave since she got to the hospital, but the doctor did not mind the fine hair she had grown; the girl did not have a tendency to strong hair growth. He was much too engrossed in the feeling of her naked skin under his fingers to care about such details anyway. His hands reached the girl's sex, and with his fingers he parted her labia, tentatively moving one finger right along the entrance to her hidden treasure. She was wet, and the doctor transported some moisture upwards with his finger, towards her most sensitive spot. When his finger touched her there – carefully at first, but soon applying more pressure to the rotating movements around the little nub – she moaned again. Once more, the doctor moved his finger downwards, this time pushing a bit more against her sex, entering her. Laura's moans grew louder and somewhere in the back of Doctor Smith's mind he remembered again that anyone walking along the hallway would be able to hear her – but he didn't care. He had long forgotten that getting caught would probably cost him both his job and his marriage.
Guiding her with his hands, he turned Laura around, so came to stand with her back to the cabinet's wall, and then put his hands around her hips, lifting her up against the wall. Instinctively the girl wrapped her legs around his body and put her arms around his neck. Her mouth searched his again, she drew him closer, seemed to give all of herself to him already in this kiss. Near his own manhood Dr. Smith felt the presence of her moist, warm sex, a cave awaiting him. He pushed his trousers further down, and took his painfully hard and expectant cock into one hand to guide it into her treasury. With his other arm he held on to Laura, keeping her in the right position, while he slowly entered her.
As he slid into her moist cavern with ease – she was too wet and willing to offer any resistance – vague memories of all the secret encounters with his girlfriends when he was a young man flooded Doctor Smith's mind. He felt like that again, like the 18 year old he had once been, who had made an art form out of seducing young women in places where neither his nor their parents would ever find out. Of course, this young woman, Laura, had been the one to seduce him this time. And as he paused inside her, wanting to give her a moment to grow accustomed to the intrusion, she wrapped her legs yet tighter around him, trying to pull him in deeper, and started rotating her hips as if to urge him on. She did not have to ask the Doctor for long, he was happy to oblige and started moving inside the girl with long, even thrusts.
He relished in the sensation of her warm canal, wrapped tightly around his manhood – and in the sound of her enthusiastic moans as he picked up his pace a bit. If it continued like that, he would not last long, but Doctor Smith was not able anymore to form any coherent thought. The hospital full of sleeping people, the sad story of this young woman, even the small cabinet he was in, it all blurred into an unimportant background. All that existed in his world now was her warm, soft body, her wonderfully soaked pussy, and his own pleasure.
***
Mr. Seger was quite pleased with himself. He congratulated himself with his little scheme: It had gone just as planned. First he let the doctor play with Laura for a while, allowing him the feeling of happiness for one last time in his life by letting him enjoy that young and beautiful body of Laura's. The thought of that fat old man having his way with Laura in a cabinet, between plastic buckets and dust mops, his greedy hands leaving fingerprints on her smooth skin – all this aroused Mr. Seger more than he cared to admit. Afterwards, in the morning, he made sure that Mrs. Smith suddenly had the idea of surprising her husband by picking him up from work. Of course, she could not find him, and together with a nurse she started searching the hospital. Doctor Smith had fallen asleep, cuddled up with Laura, just when his shift ended; however, the girl woke him up in his favorite way: by sucking his dick. After a while, he started fucking her again, and Mr. Seger first let Laura show all signs of enjoying herself immensely – until, attracted by her moans, Mrs. Smith and the nurse opened the cabinet door. Then, suddenly, Laura started struggling and screaming. Her desperate cries of "No!" and "Help!" echoed through the hospital's hallways, attracting more doctors and nurses and the patients that were just starting another beautiful and sunny day.
The quack didn't deserve anything else. The day of the accident was still burned deeply into Mr. Seger's memory. Doctor Smith had been in the emergency room when they brought in Marion. She was his responsibility, and she died under his care – had the doctor been a little bit faster, a little bit better at his job, she might still be alive.
The thought of Laura's mother still awoke a dull pain in Frank Seger. Each day, as he walked through the forest, he had to fight the urge to run back to his hut, hide in his bed, pull the blanket over his head, and never again look at any other human being and even less at the locket. But he knew that this was not an option. Life had to go on, and he had to continue what he was doing. After all, what else could he do?
His little schemes, however, like taking his revenge on that loser of a doctor, helped him go on. And what helped him most, more than his revenge even, was the thought of being in full control of Marion's daughter again. It had been easier than expected – he had feared that the long weeks of freedom might have strengthened Laura's willpower, but the opposite was the case. He had her; he had taken her back into his service effortlessly. And the girl, after all, was as beautiful as her mother once had been. And she was all his again.
***
The air smelled of spring – that wonderful smell of moist earth, from which the snow has thawed away, of young grass and of fresh leafs and sun. The birds were announcing their return with loud song. The March sun was shining down on Laura, its warmth tickling her skin. She was sitting on the meadow in front of school, together with a few classmates. In fact, the ground was still much too cold to sit on it comfortably, but none of the students really cared about that: It was spring, and it was finally getting warm again. The long and dark winter had passed.
Laura looked around curiously. She was sitting with a group of boys, all from the 12th and 13th grade. Hardly any of them, however, belonged to the people she would hang out with in the old days. They weren't from Martin's group of friends either. Most of them were quiet, shy guys, nice enough but somehow just not the type of people she used to be interested in. However, she did not really care whom she was hanging out with these days – there was nothing to be said against these guys. It was just nice to sit outside, in the fresh air, enjoying the sun – and being free, even if it was just for a few moments.
It wasn't the first time since her stay in the hospital, that she freed herself from Mr. Seger's power. At first, all she wanted was to forget, but that didn't last long. After a few weeks, started waking up again: During a stormy February night, Laura cried for her mother, another night she once again tried to figure out what had happened in the last weeks, with the help of old newspapers and her email inbox. The truth was that the pain was still there. Each time she awoke, her mother was the first thing on her mind. However, the quality of that pain changed. It was not quite as all-consuming. It allowed space for her wish for freedom once again. She assumed that it was that wish that allowed her to sometimes free her mind from Mr. Seger's control, at night, when he was sleeping. Today, however, was the first time she had woken up at daytime.
His control over her seemed to be weakening, there was no other explanation. She had managed, after a lot of practice, to resist Martin, to not allow him back into her mind – and she planned to manage the same thing with Mr. Seger too, even if he was stronger than Martin had ever been: After all, Martin had not really been free; he had controlled her while being under Mr. Seger's control.
Her life would never be the same again, she knew that – after all, how could she still be able to lead the normal life of a regular 19 year old girl? Too much had happened, too much that she could not make undone. Maybe, however, if she was free, free to go away, she would be able to forget, Laura hoped. Her own fate, however, was only part of Laura's concerns. There was a bigger meaning behind all this: Laura suspected that her former teacher was up to something. That Mr. Seger had a plan, however vague, behind all his doing. And a plan by a man with that much power and that little scruple would not be good for Leskow, so she had to prevent him from carrying it out.
One of the boys sitting on the meadow with Laura took a card game out of his school bag, and the group started playing skat. Laura didn't join in the game, but for a few moments she watched with feigned interest. Then she stood up, taking care to seem as normal as possible, or whatever was perceived as normal for her these days. She walked towards the shore of the lake, right next to the meadow. The water was sparkling in the sunlight. On its waves, between the reflections of the sun, ducks and swans were swimming, hoping for some bread crumbs. They were successful – shortly after Laura's arrival a mother approached the lake with her small child on her hand. She handed the boy an old bread roll, helping him to tear off little parts to throw to the ducks. The child, however, did not fully understand the idea; he seemed to think that it was a much better idea to eat the bread himself. With a smile Laura watched the toddler and his mother, and the fight of the ducks and swans for whatever crumbs ended up in the water after all.
The sun burned warm onto her neck, the air was filled with the scent of growing leafs and of water. Then, however, the atmosphere changed: Laura felt an all too familiar sensation. Mr. Seger was back. Her angry cry echoed over the lake and caused the boys to look up from their card game. But the girl paid them no attention. She concentrated all her strength on staying conscious, on staying here, at the lake's shore, watching the little boy feeding the ducks, and on staying conscious of the fact that she was doing just that. Finally, however, the lake became first blurry and then dark in front of her eyes.
***
Once again, Frank Seger was staring into the distance, across Lake Leskow. It seemed to him that he had been doing so a lot lately. Now that it was spring, ducks and swans were populating the lake, the parents guarding their fluffy yellow and grey offspring. The presence of new life gave the lake a fresh and happy air, but Mr. Seger barely spent attention to that. He was thinking of Marion, another thing he was doing a lot lately, thinking of what could have been if she had just noticed him back then. And also of what could have happened if he had used his powers in a different way.
He had walked up and down the shore all morning. And he had done so the previous evening. And in between walking, he sometimes stood still for a few moments, staring out over the water, towards the little town that still did not guess at his presence. It was quite a way from this side of the lake to Leskow, but Mr. Seger could make out the school. On the meadow in front of the school, several students were sitting, as they always did during their breaks, as soon as the weather would allow it. Someone had walked away from the other students and was standing at the shore, staring out over the waters, just like he did. And even though there were over one hundred meters of water between them, and he was well hidden underneath the trees of the forest, Mr. Seger suddenly got the impression that the girl was staring right into his eyes. At that very moment he knew, who was standing there. Laura.
Only now, he realized that there was no connection between her and him. And he knew that there hadn't been one for a while, at least half an hour. Somehow, she had freed herself from his power again, without him noticing. Somehow... And something told him that this might not be the first time that she managed this. A strange fear came over Mr. Seger. Again, he had to think of Martin. Could Laura be dangerous to him too?
***
Thomas was in a visibly good mood – how could he not be? The rains of April seemed to finally have passed, the weather was amazing, he had passed his last written exam and still had another month's time before he would have oral exams – and he was on his way to a new meeting with Laura.
They met up at least once per week – almost every week since their first meeting last fall, with the exception of those week Laura had spent in hospital. At first, Thomas' sexual gratification was the sole purpose of those secret moments, after all that was what he paid her for. By now, however he considered his time with Laura also a kind of lesson – he was studying something more important than math or literature, and he was learning in the most pleasant way possible. After all, he did not plan on only sleeping with women who received money for it for the rest of his life. As pretty as Laura was, as much as he liked her, Thomas dreamt of having a girlfriend, being with a woman he could love and respect. With a girl, who had not slept with half the guys at school. He was aware that all those rumors about Laura were probably true. After all, if it had been that easy for him to get her to do what he wanted, it couldn't have been any harder for the others. And, as he had heard, she was planning to improve her grades for her final exams in a not quite legitimate way, should it be necessary.
Despite all this, Thomas' self confidence had grown immensely thanks to his regular contact with Laura (and of course during the meetings, something else had grown regularly too), and now he saw a good chance for himself to meet a respectable girl. Of course, he still wasn't the type of guy who would have women coming unto him all the time, but he was sure he had at least some things to offer a potential girlfriend. And for that happy day, he had Laura teach him all he needed to know about how to keep his future girlfriend happy in bed. And he had learned things that would hopefully, once he had the chance to show his abilities, give him quite a reputation among his female fellow students.
Well, despite all practice and learning, his own gratification was not overlooked, obviously. Thomas could feel his dick springing to life, still hidden in his jeans, when he just thought of Laura and all the things he would do to her in the next hour. He started walking faster – he could barely wait to finally be with her again.
There was the clearing already – since it had gotten warmer, Thomas and Laura met in the forest, rather than in the school's restrooms. It was a lot nicer, Thomas had to admit, even though they always had to be on the lookout for ants. Of course, he would have preferred his own room and bed, but that might have gotten him into trouble with his parents – by now, Laura's reputation was known not only to Leskow's youth.
Laura was lying on a blanket that she had thrown over the grass of the clearing. She was facing away from the direction Thomas was coming from. Even though the air was still somewhat cool, she was not wearing much more than a tiny top and a short skirt, but that did not surprise him. When Thomas stepped closer, he realized to his excitement that she was not wearing anything underneath her skirt.
Finally Thomas stood right next to Laura, looking down at the girl. The shadow he was casting fell right over her body, but she still did not move. Thomas started wondering if she had fallen asleep while she was waiting for him. She was breathing evenly, but he could not tell if her eyes were open or closed.
Thomas sat down on the blanket, behind her. Carefully he touched the smooth skin of her legs with one finger, then, growing more daring, he started stroking her with his whole hand. And really, Laura stirred, pushed her behind out towards him, as if she wanted to encourage him to let his hand move up a bit further. When he complied – parting her legs a bit, so he could move his hands between them and touch her sex, that to his surprise was already moist – Laura uttered a quiet but very happy sigh.
He felt the inviting wetness of her folds – Thomas started wondering if she might have been playing with herself before he arrived, and he liked that thought. After stroking up and down her labia, he pushed them apart, and then let his finger slip inside her. She was wet enough for his finger to enter her easily. Again, Laura uttered a low moan, as Thomas started moving his finger inside her, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
With his free hand, Thomas reached for the fly of his trousers. With trembling fingers he tried to pull it open. He was clumsier in this than usual: Due to his arousal, his fingers were shaking slightly, and he wanted to hurry more than he should. This happened occasionally, and it had never been a problem, but now, suddenly, Laura moved away from his touch.
She rolled to the side, for a moment she seemed disoriented, and then she jumped up, her eyes wild. Her scream echoed through the forest: "No!" After that she stood still for a few moments, staring down at Thomas, with the expression of a hunted animal on her face. Then she said "I am sorry, this is not your fault!" in a strangely constrained voice, before turning around and disappearing quickly between the trees.
Thomas kept kneeling on the blanket alone, staring into the direction she had run, his dick almost painfully swollen, and his whole body trembling from unfulfilled expectations.
***
Night. Laura felt the man's arm around her body, holding her tight, she heard his snore, felt his breath in her neck, and his crotch with his limp dick pressed against the small of her back. A wave of disgust and hatred shook her body. This was worse than her time with Martin. This man was her teacher, he was old enough to be her father, and he was one of the people she had once trusted. And he was her mother's murderer.
Laura moved carefully, she did not want to wake him, and sat up to look around the room. It was dark, she had no idea where she was, but there was a small window. Just enough light entered the small room to make out the silhouettes of a few big pieces of furniture. The room was crowded, there were more shelves and chairs than should be in a place of this size. However, most of the shelves seemed empty, and nothing she could use was on the tables either. Some kind of weapon – that was what she needed. If she could just...
A sudden pain made her shriek and instinctively reach up to her head to protect her skull: He was jerking her back into the bed by her hair. The pain just lasted a second, however, then her thoughts became slow and blurry again...
***
"Come here! Right now!"
Shouting was no use, Mr. Seger knew that, but it was the only way he could express his rage.
It just didn't work anymore. What was going on, what had happened? Maybe it was the locket? Could it be broken? Mr. Seger wracked his brain for a memory of dropping it, bumping it into something, damaging it in any way.
No. He knew that the locket was fine, that nothing had happened to it. He had tried it on other people many times, made them do the strangest things, just to make sure. It always worked, on everyone but her.
Laura stood opposite her former teacher, and seemed to be fighting a battle of epic proportions inside her mind. Her face showed certain signs of being in a trance; Mr. Seger was sure that she was not fully awake and aware of her surroundings – but she did not obey him either, that much was obvious. Her consciousness, it seemed, was struggling to resurface. It was fighting against the influence of the locket with all its might.
It had worked smoothly for months, throughout the fall and most of winter Mr. Seger had controlled the girl without any effort. He didn't have to consciously think of what he wanted her to do, he didn't have to search out her mind and entangle it with his own thoughts. She had just done his bidding automatically. She had been entirely his, but obviously this did not work anymore. It was like at the very beginning, when he first found the locket and was just starting to learn how to use it. When he was trying out its powers at innocent passer's by, making them do an odd thing here or there – like the jogger he met one day in the forest, a beautiful young woman whom he made interrupt her morning run for a moment to flash her tits at him – she had worn an expression similar to Laura's, this expression of a strong will that does not give in to someone's orders without a fight – though in the end he had won. Mr. Seger had to remind himself that the memory of how delicious her tits looked would only distract him now. He had to concentrate on Laura, on what he had ordered her to do, else he stood no chance.
The teacher focused his entire mind on his former student, staring at her intently while he did so. Finally the girl's features relaxed. She displayed the vague smile Mr. Seger was so used to, and took a step towards him, before she did as he had asked, and kneeled down. He had won.
But for how long had he won? How long would Laura obey him this time? And what would happen when he became unable to control her any longer? Frank Seger knew that there was only one solution to his problem, and that he could not deny it any longer: He had to get rid of Laura, once and for all.
***
Pain. Her whole world consisted only of pain.
The throbbing pain in Laura's head blocked out everything else at first, but then, she heard something from the world around her. A ticking sound. The ticking of a clock. One of those big, old fashioned clocks hanging on the walls of many people's homes in Leskow.
Slowly, Laura opened her eyes, careful not to let too much light through to them at once. Still, despite being in an only dimly lit room, her headache increased. It took a while before her eyes focused and she could see where she was.
She was lying on the floor, on a thick carpet. Something was lying on top of her, something painfully heavy. She did not think that any bones in her body were broken, despite the pain she did not feel like she had any serious injuries, but the weight made it impossible for her to move. Even turning her head to look around the room she was in was an incredible effort. Laura realized that she was in a living room, and in a corner of that room she saw indeed the big clock, ticking loudly. Everything looked strangely familiar.
One of her hands was free, and Laura tried to push away the heavy thing that was crushing her – she felt its surface, seemingly of smooth wood, and suddenly realized that it was a bookshelf that had fallen over, right on top of her. Her hand slipped off. It was wet, her hand, slippery. Laura looked at it, and realized that it was drenched in a sticky, dark liquid, Blood.
With great effort, Laura turned her head again, looking around the room. Near the sofa, there was a big puddle of blood on the floor, and further away she believed to make out a hand – a pale, unmoving hand. The body that hand belonged to was hidden from her view by the sofa, but what she could see was enough to tell that the owner of the hand was very unlikely to be alive.
It took Laura several minutes to realize that she was screaming, at the top of her lungs. Screaming, before that what she was seeing even fully registered in her brain. Her scream seemed just a natural reaction to that lifeless hand on the floor. What had happened? What had he done? What had she done?
Panicking, Laura tried once again to push the heavy set of shelves off her body, to wriggle away from underneath it, so she could get up, so she could flee. However, it was no use. She was trapped.
Finally, Laura stopped screaming, and ceased struggling to free herself. It was completely silent in the house again. Just the clock kept ticking, while Laura closed her eyes, waiting for what would happen next. Finally, in the distance, she could make out the sound of a police siren.
~~~~~ The next chapter of this story will be published in the category "Non-consent/Reluctance".
