humiliation

The door was locked, just me and this young 18 year old freshman girl. She looked at me with concern, realizing the nature of my power.

"sit" I said, casually. I watched as she brought herself to the floor. She didn't protest, or say anything. She knew how helpless she was in this situation, and I could see it in her eyes.

I uncrossed my fingers, and saw her muscles relax. She was still sitting, but clearly she was now in control of her position.

"Have you done any studying?" I asked, allowing for her freedom in response.

Her voice shook as she answered. "I just don't really like bio. It's confusing to keep track."

"Are you not paying for this class?" I asked.

"...my parents are paying for everything."

Of course. An entitled rich girl too good to take my class.

I spat in her face.

She recoiled, then started to protest.

I crossed my fingers, and said "stop." She froze in position, her face in a scrunched up, disgusted contortion in response to the spit strewn across her face.