"Come into the office", he said in a sultry tone over the landline.
Her cheeks reddened on hearing the tone with which he spoke, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.
"Yes, headmaster" she replied, her voice cracking through each word. She adjusted her blouse and headed to open his office door.
"You called" she said, closing the door behind her.
"Closer", he beckoned.
She took few steps closer standing before his table with a file holder against her breast. He stood up from his seat and moved towards her, gently sliding his fingers on the table. She swallowed hard as he digressed to stand behind her
"let's play a little" he said softly over her ears as he began to gently kiss her neck, collecting the file she held and kept on the table.
Her heartbeat sped up, her thighs tightening against each other "what if someone comes in?" she asked almost trying to pull out from his his hold.
"no one will" he said pulling her back. he began to unbutton her blouse still kissing her neck but harder. With her resolve gone she moaned softly, moving up her hands to hold his head.
he turned her over and raised her up to sit on the table, holding her left breast and still kissing her, he gently slid his hands into her under garments and she began to moan a little louder but just then a student barged in
"Head master Faruq, a cursed child has gone berserk" he cried out loudly, interrupting the moment.
Immediately, his PA ducked under the table, clutching her hands to her chest in shame, she couldn't believe that her worst fears had materialized.
The student stood at the door, his eyes wide with shock at the sight before him. "I'm sorry," he said shakily, his body trembling.
"What do you want"? the head master's voice thundered backing the student. He couldn't turn to face him cause his instrument still stood in his unbuckled trousers.
"A cursed child has gone wild and the teachers can't seem to handle her" the student said, his voice still shaking.
"What cursed child?" the headmaster asked, now in a calmer tone.
"cursed child of the lagoon" the student replied. "she's flooding the student lounge and no one can seem to get her to be calm".
"And her restrainer?" the headmaster asked.
"I think it's broken" the student replied.
After standing still for awhile, the headmaster arranged his clothes and stormed out to go address the issue with a restrainer, a chain like band used to tame down the effect of curses on cursed children in his hands. On getting to the door, he turned his head to his PA who was still under the table in shame and gave a devious smile.
"Follow me!" he commanded the student, stomping out in glory.
The student followed him with his head still turned at the PA's direction, almost missing his steps.
The PA got up from beneath the table and as she buttoned her blouse, her lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes lingering on the headmaster's retreating figure. A knowing glint sparkled in her eye, and her fingers hesitated on the buttons, as if savoring the memory of his touch. She smoothed her blouse with a practiced ease, her gaze drifting back to the headmaster with a flicker of amusement.
They arrived at the scene where the child was causing havoc.A deluge had erupted beneath the cursed child of the lagoon, flooding the student lounge with torrents of water that seemed to spring forth in an uncontrollable force. The sound of rushing water filled the air, echoing off the walls as the floor became slick with the rising floodwaters. A creature's tentacles materialized, wrapping around pillars and furniture, trapping students and teachers alike. The cursed child sat at the center of the chaos, her fragile form shivering in fear, overwhelmed by the primal force unleashed from within her.
As the creature lunged at the headmaster, its tentacles shot out in attack, only to wither and rot away upon approach, like decaying flesh. Again and again, the creature struck, its limbs dying off in mid-air, as if some unseen force repelled it. The headmaster stood still, his eyes fixed intently on the cursed child as he chanted a low, rhythmic mantra. The restrainer in his hands began to glow, then vanished, reappearing as a intricate tattoo-like mark on the girl's wrist. Instantly, the creature's tentacles released their grip on the captives, and its form dissolved into nothingness. The floodwaters, too, began to recede, draining away as quickly as they had appeared, leaving the lounge in stunned silence.
The headmaster approached the girl, who still sat with her face down, her small frame trembling slightly. "You are okay now, child," he said, his voice gentle as he patted her hair to calm and reassure her. His eyes scanned her, trying to figure out how her restrainer's intricate design had failed, but he found no visible clue.
One of the teachers, still shaken from their captivity, spoke up, "The cursed children are getting stronger; the restrainers can't seem to hold them down any longer. We need to take extra measures for the school's safety and that of the outside world."
The headmaster's gaze lingered on the girl, his expression troubled. "Something deeply troubled her, causing a surge of her curse. She still looks traumatized," he said, his mind focused on the girl's well-being rather than the teacher's words. "Take her to the infirmary at once," he commanded, his voice firm but laced with concern.
A teacher swiftly scooped up the little girl and headed towards the infirmary as instructed. The headmaster turned to the teacher who had spoken about extra measures. "What happened here should remain within these walls," he said firmly. "If news gets out that a cursed child went out of control in the Academy, the town will be thrown into fear, and their trust in us will be questioned."
"Yes, Headmaster," the teacher replied, understanding the weight of the situation.
"The Academy still needs to be seen as capable of dealing with the perils that befall the world," the headmaster added, his voice low and contemplative. He murmured to himself, his mind drifting away in worry as he left the lounge, retreating to the solitude of his office.
As the headmaster approached, his PA saw the weariness in his eyes and stepped closer, her expression softening. He smiled faintly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He opened his arms, expecting her to step into his embrace, but she hesitated, her gaze darting toward the hallway. "The students will see," she whispered, her voice a gentle reminder. "Let's go inside," he suggested, his voice low and husky. She nodded, and he pulled her into his office, locking the door behind them. For a moment, they were lost in the unfinished passion from earlier. He nuzzled her neck, his hands tracing the curves of her body. But when he reached for her skirt, she pushed him away, her hands firm but gentle. He tried to draw her back, but she resisted, her eyes avoiding his. "Not now," she said softly, her voice barely audible.
He moved back and said nothing, he wouldn't force her if she wasn't ready yet.