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Chapter 2 I saw it

  Louisa's POV   "Yeah. Jessica was telling the truth."   "It was Jackie's fault!"   Those girls wouldn't let go of this great opportunity of showing their loyalty to the queen bitch.   "But..." Just when I was about to argue, Leah grabbed my hands and said, "Sorry, Mr. Dickson. It's our fault. We shouldn't have started a fight with Jessica."   "Really?" Mr. Dickson looked contemptuous. "What about the wound on your forehead?"   "I was clumsy and fell to the ground by myself," Leah said, holding both of me and Jackie in her hands.   "Great! So, the case closed." Mr. Dickson said. "The three of you have to do 10 hours of social service on campus, starting from cleaning the mess you've created in the cafeteria."   "What?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You want us to clean up this shit?!" Jackie growled.   "Miss O'Reilly, if you dare to use the f-word in front of me again, I will have to detain you after school." Mr. Dickson licked his lips while stripping Jackie with his eyes.   "F..." Jackie was about to swear again, but when she saw the blood on her sister's face, she clenched her fists and said, "Fine! Whatever!"   After Mr. Dickson walked away, Jessica and her minions gloated, pushing all the food on their plates onto the floor.   "Oops, I guess I don't have to return the plates today," Jessica smirked.   "Maids are supposed to do maids' jobs."   "Clean it up, bitches!"   Other girls added before walking off with Jessica.   Jackie looked indignant with tears circulating in her eyes.   "This isn't fair!" she cried out. "One day I'll be filthy rich and I'll toast those motherfuckers!"   Leah shook her head and didn't say anything.   I said, "Jackie, take Leah to the clinic. Leave everything here to me."   Jackie was silent for a while, glancing at the mess on the floor and her sister's wound on her forehead.   Eventually, she said, "OK. We'll get back and help you as soon as possible."   After they were gone, I walked out of the cafeteria and toward the storage room, where all the cleaning appliances were kept.   I hated that ghastly storage room. It was dark, damp, and smelt like pee.   Most importantly, it was a notorious place where boys took advantage of girls in our school.   Last month, Lucas Farrow, the famous school playboy, dragged me into that room when I walked past and pressed himself on me.   I grabbed a mop, shoved it in his face, and fled in a panic.   I hadn't seen him for a few days after that.   It was the most terrifying experience that I had ever had in my life... until that day, I pushed the storage room open and saw Lucas, holding a girl in a very impossible position against his crotch.   Lucas Farrow, the most shameless bastard of the school. With navy blue eyes, raven black hair, an athletic build, and a height of 6'4", he was literally every girl's wet dream. The problem was, he knew exactly what girls expected from them and he never let anyone down.   Yes, anyone.   He hooked up with almost every girl in this school and seemed to have successfully extended his dick to the neighboring schools. He wore girls on his belt like accessories and he changed girlfriends faster than he changed his shirts.   Girls seemed to stay in line to be summoned, conquered, dominated, or, in today's case, twisted like a knob by this man at any time he wanted.   I, on the other hand, absolutely abhorred this man. I had my reasons.   For a start, Lucas tried to drag me into this storage room and have sex with me the other day. I mean, hello, who in their right mind would do something like that? Just snatch a random girl passing by the storage room and have sex with her? What the fuck was in this man's head? Last time I checked, this was still a school, not someone's personal harem.   Besides, he slept with my sister two years ago and he didn't even recognize her the next morning. Seriously? Did he literally fuck his brain out or something?   I had always thought there was some dark magic in this man because otherwise, I couldn't explain why girls just couldn't wait to spread their legs in front of him, or, in today's case, slightly beneath him.   I mean, any girl with a dash of self-respect and decency wouldn't throw themselves at this ghastly womanizer.   But on that day, when I opened the door and witnessed Lucas busy fucking a girl, something changed my mind.   His body must have been chiseled by the finest sculptors in the world of all time. I had never seen such an imposing human torso before. Was he a warrior sculpture worshiped by fanatics in a sex temple? On a steamy hot summer afternoon, sweats slowly trickled down his broad shoulders, muscular arms, and marvelous six packs, all the way to his full-sized dick.   Rocking his hips violently, Lucas flipped the girl upside down adeptly. The girl was moaning and begging for more, but Lucas suddenly stopped.   He stopped because he saw me.   When our eyes met, my blood was boiling. His gaze seemed to ignite something deep in my heart. I couldn't tell what it was, but a wave of warmth stemmed from my groin and flooded across my entire body.   I stood there like a statue, completely frozen, hot, and cold at the same time.   At that time, a horrifying thought flashed across my mind -   What would it have been like if I hadn't sneaked away on that day?   "Lucas, what happened?" The girl asked, trying to look back.   Lucas pulled her hair roughly and prevented her from turning her head.   "What did you call me?" He looked down at the girl and asked.   "Sorry, Master! It's all my fault! Please punish me!" the girl whimpered.   "Kneel. Finish what you've started." He said in a cruel, commanding voice, pressing the girl's head against his crotch.   "Yes. Yes... Master..." The girl whispered and kneeled down obediently on the floor to lick his manhood.   Lucas moaned slightly while tilting his head toward me.   "What are you looking at?" He asked with an evil smile. "Do you want to join us?"

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