Affliction

by Marie Skye

  Affliction

  Marie Skye

  Copyright © 2018 by Marie Skye

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  Affliction was previously published under the Anthology

  Fourteen Shades of F*cked Up.

  Cover Design by Marie Skye

  Stock photo Courtesy of Depositphoto

  Formatting by Marie Skye

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Sup!

  Also by Marie Skye

  I slammed the door to the classroom, and the students jumped. I was five minutes late. I was purposely five minutes late. I could feel all of their eyes on me, as I made my way to the head of the class. I fucking hated the first day of class and hated that I volunteered to even do this. By the end of the hour-long class, I could easily weed out who was going to be a waste of my time, and who could probably be my apprentice. Don't worry; I'm using the word probably quite loosely there. Fucking amateurs. I threw my satchel down on the desk.

  "You're all here for a reason. Reasons beyond me apparently." I didn't even bother to mutter that last part. I glanced down at my sheet of names. I wasn't even going to bother memorizing a single name on this list. "You there." I pointed to a girl a few feet away from me. "Why are you here?" She perked up.

  "To be a doctor of course." She smiled brightly.

  "Well, no fucking shit."

  She gasped at my bluntness. I sighed. "You're all here to be doctors, that's pretty fucking evident, don't you think?" She shrank back in her chair. I rolled my eyes, going to the chalkboard.

  "None of you will be a fucking doctor if you can't pass this fucking class. I don't care how much of Grey's fucking anatomy you watch, Organic Chemistry is pretty fucking important for your MCAT," I paused as the door creaked open and a girl peeked her head in. She looked at me wide-eyed, as she scurried to a nearby seat.

  I glanced at my watch. "My apologies, were we keeping you from being here on time?" She shook her head nervously and opened and closed her mouth like a goddamn fish. I briefly wondered what her mouth would look like with my cock in it. "Speak!"

  "I'm...I'm sorry, I got lost."

  I cocked my eyebrow at her. "You got lost?" I looked her up and down. "Don't let it happen again."

  She nodded, and I turned back to the board. "Yes sir," she whispered, and I froze. I fucking froze.

  With my back, still to the board, I asked, "What's your name?"

  "Alegra Clyper." Her voice was still a whisper as she said it, but I stilled, and slightly cleared my throat, as I slowly turned toward her.

  "As in Dr. Frederick Clyper?"

  Suddenly, all the other students turned to her, and she shrank in her seat. I can't fucking believe this shit.

  "He's my grandfather."

  Everyone started whispering. "Shut the fuck up!" I scowled. "Open your textbooks to chapter one." I calmly put the chalk down and stared at her. She was doing exactly what I told her to do, by opening up her damn textbook. I was trying not to have a fucking meltdown in the middle of class.

  "I'll be back," I muttered to the class, already out the door. I rushed to the nearest bathroom, making sure all the stalls were empty before fishing my phone out my pocket. I paced as the phone rang. Pick up pick up pick up!

  Finally, he answered. I didn't even wait for him to greet me.

  "There's a fucking Clyper in my class!"

  "Hello to you too, Killian."

  "Don't fucking patronize me! Did you hear what I said? There's a fucking Clyper in my class!" I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to calm myself. It was silent on the other end. Finally, he spoke.

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yes, I'm fucking sure. She said it herself!"

  "Calm down, Killian. What exactly did she say? And wait a minute. You said she."

  I paused. "A girl came into my class...late. I asked her name, she said Alegra Clyper, and she said Dr. Frederick Clyper was her grandfather."

  "The Clyper’s know the rules about coming across us. We’ve made it very clear. In fact, the last Clyper that you crossed, you sent a very…kind message if you will. I recall you bathing in some of their blood. Literally."

  "Then where the fuck did she come from?!" My eyes darted up at the door opening and a student walking in. "I'll call you back." I hung up before he could say more, and returned to class. My mind was swimming with all sorts of different possibilities. Who was she?

  Instead of lecturing like I should have, I sat with my fingers steepled and stared at her. I watched how her brow furrowed when she was deep in thought. I watched the way her lips parted, then curved into a slight smile, when she had the answer to a question and quickly wrote it down, as if waiting for a second longer, the answer would leave her mind. I then wondered if her mouth was opened wider, how much of my cock would fit into her mouth, and if I could make her gag on it.

  Suddenly, her eyes met mine, and mine grew wide. Did she read my thoughts? Did she read all the dirty filthy things I wanted to do to her? She softly smiled. Oh, she was clean. Too fucking clean. And I wanted to dirty her up, right before I watched her take her last breath.

  The bell rang, indicating class was dismissed, and everyone stood up. "I expect chapters one thru ten to be completed by the end of the next week, along with the lab." Everyone looked up at me with complete shock on their faces. "Did, I fucking stutter? It's not my fault half of you put this class off until the last minute. You want to be doctors, right? You should know by now that working under pressure has to be your forte. You no longer have a personal life. If anyone has an objection, please express it. I'm dying to hear it." I rolled my eyes, daring anyone to speak up. I was practically begging for it so that I could shut them down.

  No one moved. In fact, no one dared make eye contact with me. Except for Alegra. She made eye contact with me. I bet she would also make eye contact with me with her luscious lips wrapped around my cock while I gave her orders about how I liked it sucked, as I told her to swallow around it. Fuck, I was getting hard. She was a Clyper for, fucks sake. Her family ruined mine. All of us. And then I watched as she did the unthinkable. She raised her hand. She raised her fucking hand.

  I nodded, giving her permission to speak. "What are your office hours, in case we have questions or concerns?"

  I was too focused on the way her throat moved and swallowed and almost didn't answer her. I finally cleared my throat. "You should be available at my convenience." Her brow slightly raised. Because, yeah, she should be available at my fucking convenience, for me to shove my cock down her throat, or in her tight cunt. And that’s when I realized what I just said. The fuck was wrong with me? I backtracked. "I should be available, at all of your conveniences, for any help you may need. I'll send out an email with my contact information."

  She needed to be available for my convenience. Bitch. I pulled out my phone. Who was available for a quick play? I sighed. I really didn’t have the time. I needed to find out some damn answers.

  Pulling up to Marcus’ overly big mansion, I let myself in, not bothering to knock. I knew exactly where he was. I entered his parlor room. I hated coming in here. He was a hunter. The walls were filled with the heads of the game he’s captured. I was willing to bet that only one of the animals on his wall was legal. I put my shuddering aside.

  “Marcus, about the call from earlier.”

  “Yes, ye
s Killian, I’ve already had Smith look into it.”

  I stood there, arms crossed when he didn’t say more. “And?”

  He shook his head, pulling out a Cuban, as well as a line of coke. It’s no secret he enjoyed all things that were purely illegal. He raised the coke to me, and I shook my head. He knew I never touched the shit, so I’m not even sure why he fucking bothered to ask. “I haven’t heard back yet.”

  I ran my hand through my hair, thinking about Alegra again. That was the problem. I was thinking about her. I fucking shouldn’t be thinking about her. I’d seen her for barely an hour, and I was thinking about her. Her dark eyes, her full lips, her dirty blonde hair. She’s a Clyper.

  What’s wrong with the Clyper’s? Let’s rehash. The Clyper family is notorious for their long line of physicians. Everyone knew them. Everyone doted on them. But not everyone knew about their dirty, dirty secrets. But my family did. My family had fought a secret war with their family for years, and I would love nothing more than to end their line once and for all. On the outside, they looked to be your typical prominent family, they donated millions to universities and charities and were on the cutting edge of cancer research, some might say. On the inside, behind closed doors, they were so much more than that. They were liars, and thieves, and wanted to experiment. No one batted an eye when people showed up missing because they practically owned the law enforcement. But, my family knew what was going on. We saw what they were doing. For years, we’d witnessed it and were threatened, and even forced to take part in it. But no more. They were high-class illegal trading. The humankind, so to speak.

  “Killian. When we find out more, I’ll let you know. Until then, keep a watchful eye on her.”

  I inhaled sharply. Oh, I’d keep a watchful eye on her, alright.

  I headed back home needing a drink and to finish the syllabus for the rest of the semester. Which also reminded me, I required each student to fill out an ‘About Me’ handout before each class. I pulled up Alegra’s.

  Alegra Clyper recently relocated to New Haven, Connecticut from Newport News, Virginia. Only child. Graduated top of her class in high school. Transferred universities for her senior year.

  That seemed odd. Why not finish her senior year of college in Virginia? More importantly, why the fuck was she in Virginia, to begin with? I looked to see if she had a Facebook account. Set to private. Hmm, what exactly are you hiding, Alegra?

  I continued working well past midnight. Next thing I knew it was after one in the morning. That’s the thing about having insomnia. I could be up for three days straight before I finally crashed. I decided to head to the lab to try out a few things I was working on myself. Since it was Friday, I wasn’t expecting anyone. Why classes started on a Friday is beyond me. Imagine my surprise to find out I wasn’t the only one in the lab after hours.

  Alegra Clyper was hunched over a microscope, wearing a pair of goggles, with her hair in a messy bun that I longed to take down and wrap my arm around. She had on mint green pajama pants and a ribbed tank top. When she leaned back, I could see her nipples were stiff. I always kept it cold in here, which I was now patting myself on the back for. She was braless.

  She jumped at the sound of my voice. “I didn’t realize anyone would be here.” She stared up at me wide-eyed, and I advanced toward her. “Normally students aren’t here this late. They’re out partying the first weekend of classes. Celebratory welcome back party or whatever they do.” I waved my hand around.

  She stared around the room, before meeting my gaze again. “I don’t know anyone,” she whispered. “I hope it’s okay that I’m here, I wanted to finish your assignments.”

  I shrugged. “The labs are always open. No one really uses this one, since it’s the furthest away.” I shrugged off my coat. She nodded as she stared down at her hands. “So, you’re new here?”

  “Yeah. I just moved here a week ago.”

  I studied her a moment. “Why? Your transcripts show you transferred for your senior year. Pretty bold to do that abruptly don’t you think?”

  She started fidgeting. “You might say, but I have my reasons.”

  Ahh, and there you have it. She was evasive. Definitely hiding something. “You come from a very…” I struggled for the right word. I didn’t want to say respectable, or admired because they would both be a lie coming from my mouth. “Well known family.”

  She softly smiled. “Everyone knows who the Clyper’s are. They’re legends, and the work they do is amazing.”

  I smirked. “Something like that. We clearly have different definitions of the word legends. But, they’re your family, so call it as you will.”

  I sidled up to the table across from hers, taking out my laptop. She mumbled something.

  “What?!”

  She slowly raised her head but didn’t answer. Annoyed, I turned to face her. “If you have something to say, then fucking say it. Otherwise, shut the hell up.”

  “Nothing,” she murmured. Well, that wasn’t going to fucking do.

  “No. I’m interested now. What did you have to say? Please, do tell.”

  “Do you always talk to people like this?” She crossed her arms, which made her tits pop up. Fuck, did I want to run my cock between them.

  I narrowed my eyes, meeting her gaze again. “Like what?”

  “Like a prick. An asshole. Like you’re God’s gift to mankind. Or maybe something’s crawled up your ass.”

  I rolled my eyes. “That is not what you mumbled.” I challenged.

  She looked at me, stunned. “No, it wasn’t.” I cocked my eyebrow at her, as I waited. And I never fucking waited. She finally took a deep breath. “I said, they weren’t always my family.” She turned back to her station. What the fuck?

  “Explain.”

  She glanced up, startled. “Nothing. Never mind, I should go. I’m getting tired.” She started packing her things up and headed for the door. I blocked her escape.

  “I said explain.”

  “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

  “And I didn’t ask you what you thought. I said explain.”

  She softly sighed. I wondered if she made that same sigh right before she came.

  “I was adopted and only found out recently they’re my family. If I’m being honest, I would rather have nothing to do with them since I wasn’t wanted.”

  I froze at the words coming out of her mouth. She was fucking adopted? So, the Clyper’s held another dirty little secret after all. They got rid of her. But why? And why the sudden need to change her last name?

  “How did you find out?”

  She rolled her eyes as she shook her head, and started laughing. She clutched her bag closer to her chest. “My father was in an accident and lost a lot of blood. He needed a transplant. When I went to get tested, that’s when I found out.” I watched as she stared at the ground and wiped a tear from her face. “Wasn’t exactly the way they wanted me to find out.” She smirked before looking away. “Anyway. I should go.”

  I allowed her to leave. Just this once.

  “Stay the fuck still!”

  “You’re cutting too deep!”

  I sighed, already fucking annoyed. I eased up on the knife. Barely. “You have a fucking safeword, either use it or shut the fuck up.”

  Before she even had the chance to say anything, I placed a ball gag over her mouth, and her eyes widened. She started to struggle, which was futile since I had her tied up and spread eagle to my desire. “Is there a problem, Sabrina?”

  I smiled at her sardonically, knowing damn well she couldn’t say a damn word. When I was stressed, I liked to cut. Not myself, of course. Other people. And I liked to cut deep. I used to cut myself, but my parents became ‘oh, so concerned,’ and started becoming all parental on me, and that became too fucking much for me.

  I felt Sabrina’s body tense as the blade pierced her skin again, and I sighed again looking up into her mascara-streaked face. “Are you trying to piss me the fuck off? Do y
ou want me to mess up my work? I told you I was almost done and then you will get your reward, but keep pushing me Sabrina, and I swear to fucking hell, I will give you something to tense about. Keep pushing me!”

  Tears streaked further down her face. I gave her a small smile and softened my voice. “Baby, you know I would never truly hurt you, right?” I bent down and licked the trail of blood, going toward her inner thigh. I suddenly envisioned Alegra in front of me. I wondered what her blood would taste like. What my cock would feel like surrounded by her sweet cunt. Distracted by the movement in front of me, I looked up. Oh. Sabrina. She looked nothing like Alegra. I sighed. There went my fucking hard on.

  I took some gauze and antibiotics to the cuts, took off her ball gag, and untied her ropes. She stared at me wide-eyed, “You can go. I’m done with you.” I pulled a fifty from my wallet and threw it at her. “This should be enough to cover a cab or an Uber or whatever you guys use these days.”

  I grabbed my knives and put them in a bucket of disinfectant and paused when I didn’t hear any movement from the bed. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

  She suddenly got up, picked her clothes up, and started getting dressed. “And I’m sure I don’t need to remind you about our confidentiality agreement.”

  “Yes, of course,” she whispered and sniffed. After a few more minutes, the next sound was the click of the door. I ran my hand through my hair as I went over to the bed and took the white sheets off. I loved knife play on white sheets. I wanted to see my handy work. Yet for some reason, I didn’t like seeing Sabrina’s fucking blood on these sheets. I wanted Alegra’s.

  I stripped the sheets off the bed and turned on the massive fireplace, throwing them in. I poured myself a brandy as I sat on the edge of the bed watching them burn. I always watched them burn.