Be Careful What You Wish For

Jason called Miss Adams straight out. She spots his temper and goes straight for it. His anger flashes up and she smiles. She presses harder. When he opens his mouth again, a steel clamp bites down on his tongue and shuts him up for good. Cruel, but she plays fair. 'Want to be obedient? Suffer, fucker.' He hangs in her ropes, body twisting, muscles burning. She circles him, throws out words that stab at his pride. He stays quiet. She keeps talking, digging in. His mind fights the pain and the rage, every nerve screaming for him to answer back, but he swallows it and stays locked down.