Havermouth High School, Five Years BeforeAislen made it through the first two classes, trying not to squirm on her seat, very aware of the chastity belt and the device within her, praying that Heath didn’t turn it on and humiliate her in class. At recess it was a relief to hurry towards the grassy hill and see him sitting there. As he had instructed her, she sat between his knees and he put his arms around her without interrupting his conversation with Rohan, one of the football team. She saw Rhett and Cameron arrive with the three unfamiliar girls, and Heath’s thoughts clarified in bright flashes. “… If the local pack doesn’t hold any interest to you, perhaps our wider community,” an unfamiliar woman suggested. “There are plenty of single she-wolves looking for their mates…” “Hey,” Cameron said as they joined them. “This is Erica, Patience, and Helena, they’re from Dawson. Rhett and I are showing them around.”“Hi,” the cheerleaders bubbled with enthusiasm and the jocks nudged eac

Havermouth High School, Five Year in the PastShe reached the art class and looked up, expecting Rhett to step out of the alley between the buildings. He did not and she stood for a moment, her heart racing within her chest. She should feel relieved, she told herself. She should feel free… She should be happy. She felt… Jealous. Was he with those girls? Those girls that he had brought to lunch... Where was he with them, and what was he doing?Her fingernails pressed into her palms her grip was so tight. She blew out a breath. There was no way that she could sit through the double class of art without Rhett, wondering where he was and with whom. The chastity belt on her waist was her only reason to stay, but there was another solution to that, she decided. She grabbed two stones off the ground on her way to the girls bathroom and went into a shower cubicle. She stripped off her skirt and sat on the seat, laying the chain that linked the closures over one of the stone, before strikin

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeAislen felt the buzz of the alcohol and drugs pass through her, the intoxication replaced by icy dread. She was shaking her head even as Rhett and Cameron reached forward for her. Her co-ordination was not up to resistance, but she fought.Her shrieks did not cut through the overloud music, the conversation, the party… No one seemed to even notice the Triquetra drag her through. If someone looked, they looked quickly away again.“Don’t,” she pleaded, bracing her heels against the small step out of the house. “Please, no…”Heath’s teeth were bared as he, Cameron, and Rhett tugged her over the edge onto the porch and out into the shadows of the front garden.They threw her down in unison, so that the heels of her hands dug into the earth and grass. For a moment, with clarity, she thought that she had the chance to flee from whatever they intended to do, but then her hands were jerked forward so that she face-planted into the ground, the impact enough that s

Havermouth, Five Years in the PastIt was past midnight when the Triquetra delivered her to her door. She stumbled into the house, her body exhausted and sore. Her lip was fat and her jaw tender from hitting the grass, her knees and hip were scraped up, and there were bruises that were making themselves known all over her. Come was oozing down her thighs, and she had her first ever hangover. She had no idea where her school bag was. She could not remember if she had left it at the park, or at the house. She was too tired and battered to care. As she closed the front door, Cameron’s Ute pulled out onto the road. “Where in all that’s holy have you been, Aislen Louise Carter?” Her mother demanded at a hiss from behind her. Aislen groaned and rested her forehead against the door for a moment before turning to face her furious mother. “Out,” she said, and staggered towards her room. “You look as if you were dragged behind a car! Your hair is a bird’s nest, and your top is stained. Hav

Havermouth, Five Years in the PastThe school yard was empty when they arrived, all of the students in class. Heath walked swiftly to the locker bays and shoved his bag inside, taking only the books that he needed out. He glanced at his watch. “I have to go,” he said to her. “I can’t afford to fall behind in this class. At recess…”“I know,” she muttered, scuffing her shoe through the leaf debris blown up against the lockers. “Don’t be late.”“Hmm,” he lifted her chin with his index finger. (Behave… Just f-king behave for once…)“Kiss me, Aislen.”“Why?” She demanded rebelliously. “There’s no one around to see.”His face tightened and his eyes hardened. (Why could she not see what she was doing to them?) “Of course,” he sneered. “That would be how you would see it. Kiss me because I tell you to kiss me, then.”She stood on tiptoes and brushed her lips over his sulkily because she didn’t have the energy to argue further and the vehemence behind his thoughts made it clear that refusing w