This choice: Just in time to see her come in • Go Back...Chapter #7Just in time to see her come in by: Unknown She was both unbelievably young for a full time teacher and unbelievably attractive for a disgusting pervert who spent their time coercing students and threatening them with failing grades and bad recommendations if they didn't play along. That's probably how she got away with it, her victims believing that no one would buy that a woman who looked like her would do such things and supervisors not believing that such a promising young star in her field would risk her future harassing students when there were plenty of people who would willingly be hers. Her being a woman probably played a part in how long she'd been able to get away with this, the stereotypical image of fat balding old men soliciting timid young women blinding people to the possibility that someone like Dr Carters could be just as lecherous as any sad old man, and the fact that she targeted men and women equally gave her far more targets to choose from.
That, you suppose, is why she did it. She thought she could get away with it. Well, Cindy wanted to prove her wrong, and you were ready to bring this bitch down a peg.
On cue, the bathroom door creaked open, and Dr Carter's sauntered in. She was a taller than average woman, an even six feet most of which was made up of firm and lengthy legs that she liked to flaunt with teasingly short mini-skirts. She had an athletic build and a deep tan, a product of spending every spare moment she wasn't teaching or harassing people hiking in the wilderness, judging by the countless pictures she posted of herself doing just that on social media. Catching sight of you, Dr Carters ostentatiously whipped her long, perfectly sleek and braided pony tail from her left shoulder to her right. Her way of switching between teaching mode and perving mode.
"Hello, Val, fancy meeting you here. Normally you head straight from my class to Warrens'. After stopping by that soda machine between the History and Fine Arts building. Orange is your preferred imbibement, if memory serves." She said, her knowledge of your habits disquieting to say the least. Her voice didn't help matters, a low pitched thing with lurching cadence that stopped and lunged between her uncomfortably loud breathing. Her voice seemed to be Carters' one physical imperfection, a small and ugly window into her small and ugly soul.
"Uh... yeah. Had to pee. Hence... the bathroom." You said, motioning to the room.
"Indeed! And how happy I am that you've taken this little detour. You see, I've been meaning to talk to you about our last one on one meeting. About your midterm. I'm just not feeling the topic, it's a bit drab, for a girl of your intelligence. I think you should change topics, give yourself something more academically challenging." She said, leaning against the door and blocking your escape route. Your last conversation had gone similarly, with Carters suggesting that your sources may be cited as low quality forcing you to re-research new sources in an already niche field. Now she was suggesting that you switch topics entirely only two weeks before the due date, implying you'd get a poor grade if you stuck with your current topic and guaranteeing you'd get a poor grade if you tried restart from square one so close to the due date. You already knew what was coming next. "Unless, you can convince me otherwise. Maybe there's something I'm not seeing."
It was at this moment Cindy burst from a stall, screeching at the top of her lungs. She had dressed herself similarly to a television-dwelling ghost from a popular Japanese film, wearing a long black wig and a filthy white dress that hung down to her knees. You and Cindy had spent hours composing her makeup, giving her a corpse-like grey pallor with splotches of dirt and rot all over her cheeks and arms, yellowed nails with sharp, chipped, and uneven extensions, blood all over her mouth and oozing onto her shirt, and even a pair of cloudy white contact lenses to make her eyes look solid white.
She approached Dr Carters, who was already screaming before Cindy started moving, with an anatomically impossible gait. Her knees buckled and twisted at angles no human could achieve without a fracture with every step, her torso spinning clockwise at dizzying pace while her wailing head remained facing the helpless Carters the entire time, twitching to the left so sharply that, if she still had a spine, it would've broken like a breadstick.
Dr Carters tried to flee, pulling at the door with all of her might, but your third co-conspirator had luckily made her move. After telling your friend Andrea about what you and Cindy had gone through with Dr Carters, she agreed to help you enact your revenge, and had edged the bathroom door shut from the outside right after Dr Carters entered. Now all the Dr could do was bang helplessly at the door, breaking out in tears as the monster bore down on her. Hopefully she felt as helpless as she'd made her students feel.
If not, maybe phase two would change that. When she got within a foot of Carters, who had shoved herself into the corner with her knees tucked to her chest and her hands outstretched to protect her face, Cindy's jaw dropped open and out poured a thick tar colored liquid right onto Carter's. While it looked like she had just puked up some unholy substance, in actuality you and her had stuffed a vial of potion into the back of Cindy throat, finding that in her doll form she not only had no need for oxygen but could speak without breathing, allowing her to scream even while a glass bottle was blocking her pharynx.
Cindy had chosen this potion very specifically, and as it oozed over Dr Carters its effects soon became apparent. What was happening to her?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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