Theodore Wolseithcrafte
April 08, 2016 10:13 AM
Venting some frustration by Theodore Wolseithcrafte
Busy. She was “busy.” Like Hell. No one had plans this early in the term. She was just saying it to mess him around. Given that in term time they hooked up once a week absolute minimum - and sometimes a lot more - she had to know how badly he would be aching for some action by the time they got back to school. It was a fact he wasn’t exactly proud of - the way Liliana made him need a fix like some kind of addict, only with acts of depravity instead of any of the more usual chemical stimulants - but he was in too deep now to stop. He had been assuming that she’d be equally in need of a little fun after a summer cooped up but if she was, she was able to hold out a little longer just to make him suffer. He suspected though, that she’d found many more creative ways to relieve her tension than he had over the summer. Liliana was good at leading boys astray, whereas he had no clue how to get any other girls to sneak off with him.He had thought about going to find Serena Brockert, just to try to make Liliana jealous. Not that he thought Serena Brockert would do even a fifth of the things that Liliana had done to him. But perhaps him giving her a little attention, a little flattery… Him spending an afternoon of enjoying another witch’s company, even if it wasn’t in a carnal way, would make Liliana regret brushing him off so hastily. If she changed her mind in twenty minutes, she would find him quite content with the respectable company of Miss Serena Brockert. Except, he didn’t really know Serena well enough to work out where to find her pre-feast.
Instead he took himself to the MARS rooms, planning on having a dip to cool off. Instead, as he opened the door, he found the room presenting him with a pummelling bag and a pair of boxing gloves. He donned the gloves, giving the bag a few sharp hits and finding it surprisingly satisfying. He tried to just focus on the hitting, on the exercise, and not allow his mind to connect the dots and see what a savage Neanderthal that Pecari girl had made him into, that the only things he could derive pleasure from were all so physical.
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