I shouldn’t want Addison this much. Or at all.
She’s my student, for god’s sake.
But she’s so sweet, so innocent, and so, so, bendable to my every whim.
Her mother wants her to be a doctor, but Addison? She has no idea what she wants.
I’ll help her find out, on one condition: I’m sure as hell going to be a part of it. Because I need her. I need to touch her, to taste
her, to invade her soul the way she’s invaded mine.
Shakespeare said it best. I am her slave, with no choice to tend to her desires. Whatever they may be.