Playroom. Now. A text from Liam Hamilton. A text that I had missed earlier today and of course class had to run late on top of that. I rushed back to his mansion as quickly as I could but I knew that wouldn’t be good enough. There would be consequences; I would be punished. When I got there Liam was alone in the playroom, impatiently waiting for me. “Take off your fucking clothes.” Yes, Sir.