She asks for time to think

"Can I have the weekend to think about it?" she asks. Mr Marcon sighs and stands up. He picks up her mobile again.

Shaking his head he says "if you can't answer a simple question you might be beyond my ability to help you. I'll send this video to your parents so they can sort you out.

"Wait, but, Mr. Marcon, it's a big decision!"

He starts typing into Marie's phone. "Oh is it? Well, maybe if you put the same amount of thought into being gangbanged at a frat party you wouldn't be in this position. I said no more questions from you, Marie. I don't have time for foolish, indecisive girls. I'm sending this message to your parents and dropping you..."

"Wait!" She yells. Her face panicked. Marie practically leaps out of the chair and falls at Mr. Marcon's feet. Tears streak her cheeks as she clutches his legs. "Yes, yes, I'll do it. I'll-I'll accept your treatment. Please, don't send that video to my parents."

Mr. Marcon grins looking down at the girl with her arms wrapped around his leg. In his mind, they're like a modern version of a Frank Frazetta painting where a scantily clad woman is at the feet of a muscular barbarian. He lowers the phone. "Hm. Maybe I can reconsider. Do you promise to answer 'yes, Mr. Marcon' to everything request?"

Marie gazes upward. Her eyes are wide and bloodshot. "E-Everything, Mr. Marcon?"

He sighs and looks back at the phone. "Apparently not."

Marie, again, panics. She clutches his leg tighter. "I mean YES! YES, MR. MARCON!"

"Oh," his lips twist into a creepy smile, "I like you so loudly declaring 'yes.' Music to my ears." Mr. Marcon plays with the phone a little bit until Marie hears the audio from the video.

"Okay, tell your phone what you just told us," she hears one of the frat boys say followed by her own voice declaring "I love cock." Marie can feel her cheeks burning.

"Is that true, Marie?" Mr. Marcon asks looking down at the girl.

Marie can't make eye contact. She even slides down his pant leg a little bit wanting to slink away and hide. The word "no" is in her throat but he just told her to answer "yes, Mr. Marcon" to everything he asks. She makes an "mmphh" sound as she struggles with how to reply.

He plays the clip again from the start. Stopping after her voice declares "I love cock."

"Well?' he asks with impatience in his tone.

"Y-yes, Mr. Marcon."

"Yes what, Marie?"

Marie swallows and releases a whisper "Yes, Mr. Marcon, I..." she pauses before quickly releasing "love cock."

"Next lesson, for girls like you actions speak louder than words. Don't they, Marie?"

She thinks to herself "girls like me?" and a clear sign of anger flashes on her face before says "Yes, Mr. Marcon."

He shakes his head. "Ah-ah, Marie, repeat back the question as an answer. It's important for your correction that you say it out loud."

Marie sighs, "Yes, Mr. Marcon, for..." her eyes scrunch up "girls like me actions speak louder than words."

"Good," he expresses in a patronizing tone, "now let's try all of this from the beginning."

He plays the clip again and after the digital Marie declares "I love cock" he repeats "is that true, Marie."