Chapter 5 :) Ok, I said you'd have to wait... but I LIED lol.

This started getting a bit M at one point, so I tried to tone it down. I am thinking of actually writing an extract for it... but that might be a bit creepy... :S Anywayz, enjoy... and don't throw rotton tomatoes at me.

Naomi walked to detention that she was assigned to tonight. She gulped slightly as she stood outside the door that looked damned and hellish. Thoughts crammed her head about what lay behind the door… what awaited her in her time of detention.

She didn't even deserve detention – not really. She hadn't been paying attention so Mr Cannon took that as an excuse to give her detention… It was a valid excuse to finally get her on her own…

Slowly, she opened the door and she couldn't bear to breathe as it inched further open. Naomi's heart was beating fast and her head was spinning. The door finally fell open all the way to reveal Mr Cannon reading a photography magazine at his desk. There was nobody else in the room.

"Mr Cannon?" Naomi stuttered slightly as she realised this was the first time she had actually spoken to him since that night. Even when he gave her a detention she just nodded and stayed silent.

"Hello, Naomi." Mr Cannon placed the magazine onto his desk and looked up at Naomi. His English accent had caused Naomi to gulp and he felt a rush of power and pleasure. He smiled slightly as he gestured to a seat. "Take a seat, and your two hour detention will begin."

Naomi walked to a seat and sat down. Her heart was beating erratically as she looked through her bag. She could feel Mr Cannon's gaze upon her as surely as she could feel the hairs standing up on the back of her head. She realised she needed to ignore it. In two hours she could get out of there and away from … him… Until then, she just had to pretend she was at home under her covers, doing her homework like every other night. She found her half of the English project and started to write.

Time moved slowly and Naomi felt his eyes bore into her. The ticking of the clock filled the silence as Naomi willed herself not to look up. Fear had seized her… she had stopped writing and was just staring at her page. She was pretending that she was reading it over but really she was moving her eyes up, head slung low, to see him. Her hair covered most of her forehead so hopefully he couldn't tell that she was staring with tears in her eyes. He was smirking in a way that chilled Naomi.

Then the door swung open.

"Miles, we are shutting up now… Oh, I apologise, I see that you are in the middle of something. Sorry." A random janitor told the teacher.

"Just a detention with a rather strong-willed, if somewhat provocative student." Mr Cannon said. The janitor didn't seem to know what provocative meant as he just nodded with a blank stare.

"Well, you have the keys. Just make sure you look up the back door when you leave. The front will be shut. You're the only one left… she can go out the back too." The janitor said before leaving, closing the door behind him.

As the interaction had taken place, Naomi's eyes had grown larger and larger. Her stomach was flipping over and she felt physically ill. Panic was rising in her despite how she told it to settle, as to not make things worse.

The sound of the door locking entered Naomi's ears, snapping her out of her inner thoughts. A dark haired maniac stood in front of the desk.

"Oh, Naomi. I know you have been avoiding me, trying to change your image to a more innocent thing. You did it just to please me, didn't you?" Mr Cannon chided as he laughed a wicked laugh. His once nice sounding English accent now made him sound sleazy and evil.

Naomi gulped as he moved hair from her face. She tried to move away, tilting her head in an odd angle. However, he moved more hair from her face, cupped her cheek and pulled, hard so that her face now was looking at him. Still, Naomi tried to keep her glare on the floor, focusing on a corner. It wasn't working. Her eyes were clouding up with tears and terror was keeping her body still. He then moved forward and kissed her roughly.

"What have you got this time, Wolf?" Mr Cannon growled animalistically into her ear, just like before. Something rose in Naomi and she tried to push him away. She didn't want this to happen again.

"I'll… I'll… tell!" Naomi, mimicking before. The thing was, both she and Mr Cannon knew that she couldn't tell.

"You're the girl who cried wolf." And it was true, even know.

Just like before, Mr Cannon then slapped her. He then continued to pant in her ear while pushing her further into her seat. He was pushing up the material of her sweatshirt with one hand and pushing down the top of her knee-length shorts with the other. With his legs he was spreading her legs further apart.

He pulled away briefly for a second with a manic smile on his face. Naomi had given up the attempt to stop the tears which now ran freely down her face. She was gulping, wishing it to stop. Shakes were violently throwing her body around, underneath Mr Cannon's firm grip. She was shivering and stuttering and choking on all the feelings she had. Terror seized her, sobs escaped her lips.

She was praying for Mr Cannon to withdraw further away from her. However, Mr Cannon then resumed his body close to her as he whispered how she was a'slut', in her ear and then brought his lips hard against Naomi's own still lips.

Naomi withdrew as far as possible before surrendering herself to her teacher. Tears were staining as her t-shirt was ripped and shorts parted with.

All that could be heard from the corridor was soft sobs and muffled screams with the odd groan of pleasure in a manly voice.

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Okay, talking about reviews... I want to say thank you to everybody that does review. I know many people won't, even if tehy read it, but it does encourage me to keep writing. Those who have signed in and written a review, I got back to you all. Those who haven't, I just want to say it is still appreciated. In fact, 'Ella' if you write another review, LOL, I will actually dedicate the next chapter to you.

Actually, the next chapter actually has a small story line to it :D That hasn't really happened in this... this is kinda just drabble, don't ya think? OH wells.

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