Page 45 of Plug and Drain

“And it’s the law,” her mother would decide. “And it’s the right thing to do.”

“It’s the right thing to do,” her father would agree.

“It’s the right thing to do,” Susie would repeat, so they would let her eat her dinner in peace.

Her parents always listened to Susie’s argument—they were good listeners on the surface—but her points never seemed to resonate with them, as if they’d already made up their minds.

Susie had often considered running away when she turned eighteen, but her parents would never have gone with her. The fear of what would happen to her mother and father if she’d run away had left Susie with no alternative but to accept her fate.

Although Susie knew her parents missed her, their relief had been apparent when she stopped fighting them and packed her bags to move out of home. When the carriage arrived to take her to Volmasque Academy, Susie had been standing outside the house with her bags, bidding goodbye to her proud, tearful parents.

Suddenly, the classroom door opened, breaking her bubble of concentrated daydreaming.

All of the students lifted their heads to stare at the newcomer—a first-year student, whose amber eyes, thick eyebrows and dark skin tone identified him as a wolf. His face was flushed, his voice wavering slightly as he spoke. “Excuse me, Professor Marmala.”

“Yes, Jeff?” the teacher responded, her polite demeanour giving no indication that the wolf had just interrupted an exam.

“Professor Zott sent me to fetch Susanna,” Jeff explained. “She needs to come with me.”

“You need her to come with you?” Oscar drawled, making Susie’s skin crawl.

Several sniggers broke out from the back of the classroom followed by a wolf whistle. Susie had managed to avoid the omegas’ ringleader ever since the attack, but now that the school term had begun, she would see him on an almost daily basis. Safe in Marmala’s presence—who had a zero tolerance for harassment and bullying—Susie had managed to ignore his presence altogether.

“Quiet,” Marmala snapped, her soft voice sharp as glass as she cut through the sniggers.

“N-no, what I meant was…” Jeff shot Susie an apologetic look. “Susie is needed for a demonstration for the first-years. N-next week is our induction, and we need someone to show us what we’re supposed to do…” He trailed off weakly, his head dipping in embarrassment.

“I can’t go, I’m writing an essay,” Susie protested, looking to Professor Marmala with pleading eyes.

Please, let me stay.

“Zott said you’re his favourite student,” Jeff added, causing another wolf whistle to sound.

Please stop talking, Jeff.

“It’s Professor Zott,” Marmala corrected Jeff gently, whilst shooting a piercing look towards the back of the classroom at the omegas. “And I’m not surprised he’s fond of Susie. She is a wonderful student, and an excellent role model for all wolves to aspire to.”

Marmala sucked in a breath of air, glancing at the clock as she deliberated.

“Professor, I’d much rather finish my essay,” Susie begged. “This is important.” Please, she nearly added.

Marmala sighed regretfully. “I appreciate that, Susie, but Professor Zott’s class is also important. And I’m sure the first-years will benefit from your presence. It’s a…trying time, these inductions.”

Susie’s lips parted as she absorbed Marmala’s meaning, remembering back to the first time she’d sat in Zott’s class. He hadn’t lain a finger on them in the first week, but his very presence had made several students cry.

He’d begun fucking them in the second week, although Susie’s turn hadn’t come until the fourth. She’d had plenty of opportunities to watch and learn what pleased Zott in that time—and witnessed the punishments for those who failed to comply.

Jeff and the other current first-years were probably just as anxious as Susie and her classmates had been a year ago.

That’s why Marmala wants me to go. So they don’t have to face him alone.

Susie nodded slowly. She wasn’t scared of Professor Zott, but he still made her feel uncomfortable and clammy whenever she was near him. Maybe, if she could set a good example, the first-years would benefit from the demonstration and avoid Zott’s punishments. The realisation that she’d just committed to being near Zott—to having him touching her in a matter of minutes—made her queasy.

“Thank you, Susie,” Marmala said, kindness softening her features as she dismissed her with a nod.

“Try not to choke, Susie!” Oscar jeered as she collected her books.

Susie whirled around, her cheeks burning, but Marmala was faster—unsettlingly so.