Let's follow Kat and see what she does

Kat's Pov

Cooking was just something I began to love. I made breakfast for Clara and Tessa nearly everyday now. I had always been a morning person but now I felt even better doing this. Clara came out as I finished breakfast. Tessa was still sleeping.

"Your the younger one. I should be the one cooking you breakfast," Clara said.

I walked over to her. I knew she felt bad about our situation. She basically let me move in for free. I just wrapped my arm around her and pulled her head down to my chest. "It's okay Clara. Relax. Let me help you."

She squeezed me. "Thank you."

"I made breakfast. Pancakes!" I said.

"Yay! Can Mr. Rainbow have one?" she said as she ran to grab her unicorn.

I smiled. "Of course!" I knew she'd ask so I made a super small pancake and put it on a plate for the stuffed animal.

"Your the best Katherine," she said as she put syrup on the pancake.

I made and wrapped a plate for Tessa and put a note on her door telling her about it. I didn't want to risk waking her up with a text message. I still had time before class today but I needed to clear my head.

Was I wrong? Tessa has always been such an inspiration of strength for me. I had always looked up to her. But I wasn't her. I couldn't be the strong defiant woman she was. I remember it. After being **** to model for Samantha. I just gave up. Not on the desire to be free but I was too scared to be punished. Tessa has been pushed 10x harder and still tries.

Have I become Samuel's weapon to be used against her? I hated that thought. More than I hated Samuel. It was interesting thinking about him in that regard. I felt... so strong right now. Stronger than I ever remember being. Perhaps that was due to him. It's possible I just realized my love for Tessa because of him, rather than him forcing it. I never really cared for boys that much. Not that I ever thought of myself as a lesbian. Maybe this was the control talking.

I decided to talk to Samuel. He was in his classroom. I heard he finally got a new desk recently.

"Katherine. What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Did you stop me from hating you?" I asked. If he dodged then I'd assume yes. Because his own rule preventing him from lying.

"Of course not. Why ask that now?" he asked.

So direct. "Do any of the girls hate you?" I asked.

He laughed. "They all hate me during, and maybe some still do. I don't personally keep track. I don't keep in touch with all of them. Some move away. Once the game is over I respect their wishes."

"Why do you do it? You could probably do so much more good with the book, like make a millionaire donate to charity. Why control women?" I asked.

"Why do we do anything Katherine? Love, or fear," he said. "I simply love what I do."

Love and fear? He made it sound so simply. He always made everything sound so simple. I smiled. "Thank you," I said. Fear and love. Yeah both of those were coursing through me. "And sorry."

I swiftly rose up my foot and kicked him square in the nuts. He fell to the ground clenching his groin.

I took out my phone and began recording him on the ground. I sat next to him as he just rolled around for a moment. This wasn't some scheme. No master plan. No plan for escape. I loved Tessa and if this was some sort of proof to her. Something that could let her know that I wanted to help her. Then it was a simple choice. I knew I was going to be punished and while I was afraid. I was afraid of losing Tessa more. So I felt no sense of regret as he rolled over to a sitting position.

"Care to explain why ya did that?" he said grunting.

"Love and fear," I said.

He began laughing before he stopped suddenly as he winced in pain. "Damn. I can't even be mad at that. Tessa. Makes sense. You know I am going to punish you still right?"

"I know. That is why I am here. I figured if I face it head on, you might at least tell me what it is," I said.

He climbed back up to his desk. "I'm so fucking proud of you Katherine."

"Hmm? Proud? It's weird to hear your curse too," I said.

"Look at you. On the surface you may not look any different. Still committing crimes because Tessa simply asked you. From breaking and entering and now **** and battery. But you are different," he said. "So different. Your not panicking. Not running. Not stuttering or anything. You found your own inner strength. As a teacher, how can I not be anything but proud. Proud and happy, even if a bit sore at the moment."

I just cracked a smirk. There was nothing I could say to that. Even this moment where I am about to be punished to try and give Tessa some fleeting sense of a win and he just takes it in stride as if he was secretly hoping for it. How do you beat someone like that?

He picked up a pen. Oh god. Here we go. I closed my eyes and braced myself.