The morning light crept into the Headmaster's wing like a silent intruder, Rex on purpose bringing her to her own headquarters just to get fucked brutally. But anyway... the morning light filtering through the heavy, expensive curtains that now served as the only barrier between this sanctuary and a world that had no idea what had transpired within these four walls.
A single, sharp blade of sunlight cut through the gloom, slicing across the Persian carpet before climbing the mahogany leg of an overturned chair. It settled across the disheveled bed in a mocking stripe of gold, shifting slightly as the wind outside tugged at the fabric.
The room bore the scars of a prolonged, violent intimacy. A crystal decanter lay sprawled near the fireplace, its contents bleeding across the floor in a dark, sticky stain that dried like old blood.
