Charlotte never confided in her sister about the traumatic experience. Maybe because she had her hands full, or maybe she didn't want to. 

Carrying the weight of guilt, Charlotte blamed herself for her attractiveness, for allowing Michael to lock the door behind him, and for permitting him to get close.

After self-blame took its toll, Charlotte dropped out of college. 

Before Lena gave birth to twins, and Charlotte was forced out of her house, Charlotte showed up at the college one last time to have a heart-to-heart with Michael.

At that time, her sister was two months pregnant, and Charlotte’s instinctual desire was to be close to her sister during this period.

Lena, still in the early stages of her pregnancy, continued to work as usual. Until she couldn't.

 Charlotte was there when her niece and nephew were born. In fact, she considers herself their godmother, which Lena and anybody who knows her would condemn. 

****

Another professor occupied the office, making it impossible for Charlotte to address the issue directly with Mr. Michael.

 So, she discreetly passed him a note that read:

“COME TO THIS ADDRESS TONIGHT AT EIGHT.”

He had no choice but to comply, as Charlotte could cause him considerable harm if he disregarded her wishes. 

The address led to Lena, Charlotte’s sister’s home. Lena and her husband, Liam, were away on a weekend date.

Charlotte had proposed this plan to Liam, suggesting they spend a night at a hotel to make Lena feel special. As a result, Charlotte had the house to herself.

He arrived on time and sat down with her. Charlotte offered him some champagne, but he declined, which struck Charlotte as somewhat amusing.

“You did that sober?”, she asked, not to him directly.

When questioned about his actions, Mr. Michael defended himself, claiming she was his first victim and that , ' You read it all wrong ', in his words.

Charlotte offered to give him a tour of the house, from the kitchen to the basement.

Lena had made the basement for her because she would come in late and make noises when she was given a room upstairs. 

While in the basement, Charlotte discreetly locked the door behind her, which Mr. Michael failed to notice.

She initiated the evening with some music, dancing joyfully, and playfully encouraging Mr. Michael to watch her or even join in.

He hesitated, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Don’t act like a bitch,” Charlotte shouted at Mr. Michael, which only offended him further.

The situation grew increasingly uncomfortable, the kind of discomfort that should have prompted Mr. Michael to leave. 

However, he didn't. 

Charlotte poured herself a glass of red wine and continued dancing to her favorite playlist.

With Mr. Michael unwilling to join in, Charlotte sat beside him and turned off the music.

“I’m a woman now, we can do what you failed to do that day,” she told him bluntly.

 Michael felt embarrassed, but with time, his inner darkness began to surface.

Reluctantly, he agreed, and Charlotte took his hand, leading him to her bed.

There, she had planned to exact her revenge.

Charlotte acted swiftly, subduing him onto her bed, and manipulating his psyche until he consented to being handcuffed. 

With his hands secured, she slowly lowered his trousers and subsequently bound his legs with restraints.

This unexpected turn of events left Mr. Michael bewildered, his perverse desires clouding his judgment.

With him immobilized, Charlotte took a seat atop him before using a scarf to tether his handcuffed hands to the bed.

At this point, Mr. Michael began to inquire, sensing the atmosphere taking on a darker tone.

He deeply regretted agreeing to meet her, coming to her house, descending into the basement, and allowing himself to be handcuffed in this vulnerable position.

Despite his academic achievements and intellect, he was blinded by the potential sexual danger of the situation. 

A single glance from Charlotte was enough to make him compliant. All her lovers would agree.

“How are you feeling now, Professor?” Charlotte exclaimed as she hopped off him, brandishing a whip. 

Mr. Michael was rendered speechless as he contemplated the peril he was in.

Before he could protest, he was gagged with a sock. “I despise it when grown men cry, Professor,” Charlotte remarked.

“Now, do you prefer it on your back or front?” Charlotte inquired firmly, her blue eyes now piercing and darker.

In desperation, Mr. Michael rolled onto his stomach, baring his back.

With the whip raised halfway, Charlotte brought it down on his back, observing his body convulse in pain.

She repeated the act, lashing him repeatedly as Mr. Michael screamed for help, though the gag muffled his cries. Each strike of the whip elicited agonized roars from him.

Growing increasingly aggressive, Charlotte raised the whip to its highest point. “Will you ever harm a young girl again, Professor?” she shouted, delivering a fierce lash to his buttocks.

The middle-aged man attempted to free his hands from the cuffs or escape her, but there was no escape.

Internally, he regretted his attempt to assault her, and he would have confessed if she hadn’t restrained him.

Charlotte continued whipping him until she was satisfied, by which point Mr. Michael was devoid of any fight and could only sob for the mistakes he had made and the pain he was enduring.

“Stop acting like a bitch, Professor!” Charlotte would occasionally shout.

At times, she removed the gag, allowing Mr. Michael to voice his fears while he glimpsed the rolling camera recording it all.

“Make sure it captures your best side, sir,” she remarked.

Charlotte finally released him from the cuffs around eleven o’clock, but not before she had uploaded the video to her cloud backup to ensure he wouldn’t attempt any reprisals. 

Relieved to be free of the restraints, Mr. Michael’s blood-red buttocks and back served as a painful reminder of the consequences if he ever attempted to harm another girl.

Although walking was nearly impossible due to the pain, he couldn’t bear to remain in Charlotte’s presence for a moment longer. 

He gingerly donned his pants and struggled to exit her home, as she promised him that they would cross paths again.

The drive home was excruciating and almost unbearable, but he had no choice.

Little did he know that the worst was yet to come.