Chills

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
NADIA
They are like thunderstorms; everyone is afraid of them!
I got up, gathered my nerves, and headed straight down to the college president’s office. My heart pounded as I walked through the familiar halls, but this time felt different. I needed answers. I wanted to know why I had been excluded from the list of students to be recognized and awarded, even when I had been voted the MVP of the basketball competition. It didn’t make sense. How could they ignore me like that?
As I walked, I could still hear the whispers of mockery and laughter thrown my way. It was like my footsteps echoed with their derision. “She deserves even more disgrace,” one girl snickered, as her friends snorted in agreement. I kept my head high and my face neutral, pretending that their words didn’t cut me like daggers. I clenched my fists, reminding myself that I was stronger than their cruel remarks. I had worked hard and earned that MVP title.
When I finally reached the president’s office, I paused for a moment outside the door, taking a deep breath to collect my thoughts. The room buzzed with laughter and chatter. The door creaked open, and I stepped inside. The president was sitting behind his desk, a smile on his face, as he leaned back in his chair talking to a group of students. It was as if nothing had happened. He looked like one who was not capable of breaking my heart to shreds, yet he had done that effortlessly. As soon as his eyes landed on me, he discarded the students with a casual wave of his hand. “I need to talk to her alone for a moment,” he said, forcing the laughter to die down.
Standing alone in that office with the president, I felt my stomach churn with rage. Did he seriously think he could just dismiss me like that? But I took another deep breath. I had to stay calm. I couldn’t risk my place in the college because of my anger. “What have I done wrong, sir?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
He leaned back and crossed his arms, that smug smile still plastered on his face. “Why are you here, Nadia?” he asked.
“I want to know why my name was omitted from the list of those awarded,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt. There was a moment of silence, then he chuckled softly.
“I don’t owe you an explanation, Nadia. You’re just an ordinary student, and I don’t answer to you,” he said, casually dismissing me as though I didn’t have a right to feel disappointed or hurt.
I felt the heat rise in my chest. I wanted to remind him of my achievements at the basketball competition-the countless hours I spent practicing, and the pain I endured to prove myself worthy. But I bit my tongue.
“I was voted the Most Valuable Player of the competition, sir,” I managed to say, hoping my words would have some impact.
He waved his hand dismissively. “That doesn’t matter; it doesn’t count for anything. Being voted the MVP was a human error on the part of the organizers, and part of my job is to set the record straight. Do you want to know why I omitted your name? Fine! I omitted your name in the interest of the school,” he replied as if that made it all okay. “You’ve got another question for me?.”
Just then, the door swung open, and in walked Sandro, looking like he owned the school and everyone in it. He looked over at me with a smile that was more mocking than warm. “Hey there, Nadia,” he said casually as he walked toward the president. He stretched out his hand, and they exchanged a handshake like old pals.
“Good to see you, Sandro,” the president said, his tone friendly.
Sandro turned his attention back to me. “You shouldn’t be here, Nadia,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Have you come to beg for money, food, or what? You should already know that you don’t belong here. You’re not fit for this place, and we shall continue to remind you.”
The president looked at me, his expression flat. “Leave now, or I’ll deal with you how I deem fit,” he warned, his tone cold. “I’m done with you,” he added, stressing the words.
I felt a rush of anger, but I refused to move. But what’s the use? I was about to turn around and leave when Sandro’s voice rang out. “Actually, I want Nadia to stay.” My heart sank as I registered his words. He had no intention of letting me escape this humiliation.
“I should leave,” I insisted.
“You don’t want to leave, trust me. Not yet.” He stepped closer, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
Frustrated, I turned back to walk away, but Sandro’s voice stopped me in my tracks. “If you go, I will deal with you. You don’t want to risk my wrath, Nadia,” he threatened. It felt like he was tightening a noose around my neck, and I was powerless against it.
Against my better judgment, I stayed.
Sandro leaned over, looking the president squarely in the eye. “Thanks for omitting her from the award list. Alex and I are proud of you,” he said, that wicked grin playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Oh, Sandro, that’s not a big deal. You know you both can always count on me. I will always do anything you ask of me. Just say it, and it’s done,” the president said enthusiastically, without a hint of shame in his voice.
That’s when it hit me. My exclusion was no accident. It was a deliberate act, influenced by Sandro and Alex to bully me even more. A wave of hatred surged through me, directed at both of them, even if it was only Sandro who stood there.
Sandro then turned to me, that mocking smile still on his face. “I’m going to make your life unbearable, Nadia. You’ll come crawling to us eventually. Just wait,” he taunted. He stepped closer again, and I recoiled instinctively. He reached out and ran his fingers through my hair, an unwelcome touch that made me shudder.
He took my hands and then dragged me out of the office, my screams falling on deaf ears. He took me to an empty classroom and pushed me against the wall.
“Sandro…” My words were interrupted by a growl.
“You do not speak here.”
My attempts to resist did not yield any good, as Sandro ripped my clothes off, till I was standing before him naked, and shivering from the cold.
“Mmm,” He mumbled as he stared down at my pussy before he moved his hands there, his fingers making squelching sounds in my wetness.
“Ohh, you want me. Your fucking cunt wants me, and you act like you are some innocent bitch that is being abused.”
“Don’t you want me?”
I shook my head in tears, but he paid no attention to me as he pulled out his thick erect cock.
I was not ready for any of this, as I was still recovering from their rough penetration just the other day.
“Now you are going to satisfy me. Get down on your knees and suck my cock, little slut,” He commanded.
He pushed me to the floor and pulled my head to his dick that was protruding out of his briefs.
“Satisfy me till I’ve gotten enough.”
I wanted to struggle and remind him that he had denied me the recognition I deserved, even as I never came at him, and he was here, punishing me just for his satisfaction.
With tears in my eyes, I sucked with the motion that he made my head go, till he began to let out soft moans.
Sandro’s fingers traveled to my breasts and he began to carelessly play with my nipples as I continuously sucked on his dick. Before it moved to my vagina, pumping vigorously that I felt chills run through me.
Even though it was not the best feeling at that moment, I was getting hot from his actions and I fought the urge to ask him to just get his dick inside of me.
“Don’t stop…” He moaned as I was about to raise my head, pushing his dick deeper into my throat. It continued that way, until I felt the area around his dick slightly vibrate, and he released inside of me.
The rest of his cum splashing on my face as he let go of me.
Immediately he was satisfied, he pushed me to the floor and after cleaning himself, walked out of the class. While I stayed behind in tears, nursing the pain that he always caused me.