#Chapter 21 – Boundaries, Bondage

I gasp, my eyes going wide, and then – instantly, like flipping a light switch – I come back to myself. “Oh my god!” I shout, putting my hands up against his chest and shoving him. “Oh my god you are so gross!” He laughs then, truly entertained but not moving at all against my pushes. After three or four, though, Kent takes a step back, letting me push past him and dash across the room. I spin when I get to my desk, leaning back against it, my breath coming fast. Kent stands calmly by the door, watching me, laughing. God, I hate him. My lips curl back a little as I sneer at him, this horrible man, torturing me after – after what he did to those people in the basement - “Oh come on, Fay,” he purrs, putting his hands in his pockets. “You were the one who was so curious to see what was going on in the basement, even after I told you to leave. You should be brave enough to admit that you wanted to see it, that you liked it.” “I did not,” I say, stamping my foot a little. “