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“Get in.”

Dr. Harkness drives you in silence for the first ten minutes. 

No radio on, just traffic noises, the bag in the car weighs on your mind. Your notebooks, the photos, her computer, all of that evidence. 

The evidence you just lied about to the cops. 

You don’t know where you’re going, you assume it’s Dr Harkness home, because you move the opposite direction of your place. 

You know she knows how to get to your home too, seeing as she uh- has spent so much time there. 

Your eyes flick down to the keys in her ignition, then the matching key on her keychain to your home. The one you’d gambled a guess in front of the dean of your school and two police officers to say she owned. 

To lie and say you’d made your professor in fact. 

You try not to make too much noise, to not to shift awkwardly in your seat. 

But the silence stretches on, and it’s eating at you. 

You chance another glance at Dr. Harkness, her curls wild around her face, long past her shoulders. 

The glow of the light cast across her face makes you feel like a voyeur to her beauty. 

Not someone in the car with her.

You think back to psychology lectures to keep your mind busy, like a stupid rodent on a wheel. 

You feel dirty at the idea of coveting, but you start there. 

Dissecting your feelings like a science class frog. 

Why do we covet? Avaricious, that's an easy answer first, right? Not right, that’s possession or greed, you didn’t covet for either of those reasons. 

But maybe you could diagnose the professor with…with the need for power? Your eyes flick away from your mindless staring at her gorgeous cheekbones back to staring straight ahead. 

Stop looking at her.

The road isn’t endless; eventually, the car will stop, and you don’t know what to expect. 

So you have to keep busy, think back to coveting, that was a better use of your time then trying to guess what was about to happen. 

You’d lied for your professor….the Doctor, you look at the rims of her glasses and that sexy lift of her upper lip.

 No, you punish yourself by keeping your chin up and eyes on the road. 

Coveting in relationships, unhealthy obsessions, focus - covert no, envious no, Rapacious no, no, no. Covert Narcissistic? No, no, no, no, stop it. 

You tighten your fists, your hands clammy at your sides, Harkness sees the whites of your knuckles but doesn’t say anything.

Doesn’t relieve you of the pressure cooker in your chest. 

You wonder if you can count backward long enough to not have a panic attack. 

You open your mouth, unable to take it one more second and Agatha makes a disgruntled noise. 

Then shakes her head.

“Wait.” She tells you like you’re a fucking dog. 

Not her student. 

Not her equal or even her victim. 

A dog who pissed on her rug that needs to sit in the corner. 

You fidget and her jaw clenches on reflex. 

“Stop that.” She hissess and you are still again. 

Had you been moving a lot in your seat, or was she being a bitch?

Why did you feel like you were sweating more now? The muscles in your thighs flex from the need to fidget once more. 

The seatbelt across your body has the sensation of heavy rope tying you down, constricting you. 

You roll your thumb on your front knuckle. Down to your nail, you let the pressure tighter, letting the digit turn red at your own mensatrations. 

Why did you feel like a bug under a magnifying glass? 

Worse off why were you getting wet from the anxiety she was making you feel?

Masochism, the word flashes in your mind and you bite the side of your cheek. 

Is that why you liked this tension? Or is that the reason you’d bailed the Professor out of there?

You needed to realize you were in the car with a pervert, a predator who broke into your home and touched you, fucked you. Broke your trust, stole your things, hacked into your computer - read your stories… was inside of you. 

What was the name for that disorder where you were turned on by discipline? Specifically, the cruel ones?Is that why you were so attracted to Doctor Harkness? Because you wanted her to be cruel. To tear you open and built you back in her mold once more.  

The Professor makes a sharp turn and you’re blinking back to reality. 

You’d missed the houses, missed the signs, as she turned off the main roads, and now you were up a driveway - in a garage. 

Professor Harkness hit the button to shut the garage and waited, not unlocking the car door. 

You thought of cases where people died in cars, choking on the fumes. 

Once the garage door closed with a high-pitched metal scratching noise Dr. Harkness unlocked the car doors, moving to grab her bag of your things.

You hesitated but grabbed your now ice-cold tea and backpack and got out of the car. 

You must have looked like a scared animal, but the Professor didn’t seem in the least compelled to comfort you. 

She used her keys to open her door, which you thought was odd, to lock your garage door like that. But then again, you’d never hacked into another laptop and fucked them in their home in their sleep. 

So maybe you didn’t have a good meter on these things.  

The well-known professor Harkness - ‘Hard Ass’ opens the door wide and waits, her arm long, ushering you inside. 

You don’t know how to uninvite yourself in, you must not want to, because you walk inside, and she follows you. Flicking the hall light on, you’re not sure what you imagined her home to look like. 

But this wasn’t it. 

You’d be ashamed not to use your psychology degree now. 

Because as you walked further inside, it was clear - Doctor Harkness was not as she appeared to you for the past semesters. 

Her home was spotless, like Dexter's spotless. Or maybe American Psycho minimalistically neat? You were pushed, without her laying a figure on you deeper into this mystery. 

You walked until you got to her kitchen. 

Everything was so…white. 

Did she have OCD? Or was this some kind of disorder with- you stopped as you caught her staring at you. 

Dr. Harkness looks down at your shoes, and you notice she’s not wearing hers anymore. 

You spin to see her heels perfectly square in a shoe rack.

You snap to take them off.  You are embarrassingly in two different colored socks now, but you make sure they’re as perfectly separate as her other shoes, like you too belonged here. 

Harkness stepped closer to you, and you held your breath, she reached out and grabbed your tea. Popping the lid off she took a sip and winced, not liking how cold it was, or was it the flavor?

Either way, she poured it out and threw away the cup in one of those fancy drawers that has the trash can, then pushed it back in. 

“Give me your phone.” The older woman said as if she was asking to see your homework. 

You should say no, no sorry - you’ve sexually assaulted me and stalked me. I think maybe I’ll keep my device. 

But you reach into your front pocket and hand it to her. 

She takes it, long fingers not touching yours, she looks at you expectantly again. 

Swiping the lockscreen to see you’d had a passcode. 

One eyebrow arching she waits.

“0723” You croak out and you notice the slight twitch of her facial expression but nothing else. It was the Doctor’s birthday, you never thought she’d learn you had done that. 

 Your Professor opens your phone and turns looks to see if you’re sharing your location. You aren’t, no one cared that much about where you were. 

Holding her hand with her bag still in it out, you aren’t sure if she’s asking you to take her things or - oh you hand her your backpack. 

Then she turns the phone completely off, walking with purpose across the kitchen, you follow awkwardly to see her office. 

One leather sofa, one piece of art on the wall - it’s a body, and it’s abstract? Ink blotchy maybe even?

 Besides that, no books, everything super clean - pristine even. 

Her desk doesn’t have a piece of paper on it. 

Not what you thought a Professor or even a Doctor of her age range would have as a workspace. 

But then you see her push the art to the side to see a safe. 

Harkness blocks it from view now, you hear her spin the dial then it clicks and she puts her bag of sexual misconduct, with her laptop and you’re notebooks and photos into the safe, along with your phone and backpack. 

She shuts it and spins the dial with ease before pushing the framed artwork back in place. 

Harkness's home seems a little less interesting now that you have no way of leaving.

“I’m going to ask you if you have a microphone on you, something to record us, I’m going to ask you nicely. If you lie, I will kick you out of this house and we will never finish this conversation, do you understand?” The good doctor tells you and you pale. 

You feel like she’s not asking, so you reach into your pockets and pull them out, providing a cough drop that you put on her desk and she eyes casualy. 

Then you pull out a total of seven dollars and twenty cents. Your headphones were in that backpack, that was it, that was all you had, except you made an ‘o’ face and reached in your back pocket to hold out your student ID. 

Putting it down, you thought how sad that was, that all you had if Harkness killed you and dumped your body was a cough drop, barley enough money for a large coffee annnd a student ID where you weren’t ready and…. Blinked.

“Last chance,” Harkness told you and something about her sounded angrier. 

Like you were wasting her time, or her kindness. 

You don’t know what to do, you lift your shirt up and spin around, as if you have a wire on you. Thinking that it’s silly until you spin back around and she nods to your jeans. 

You should be offended, you’d saved her ass afterall not the other way around. 

If it weren’t for you she’d be handcuffed and booked by now, even in this shitty police system. 

You make an offending noise with your mouth but look down at your jeans, unbuttoning them and dropping them to the ground. 

Glad you’d worn a matching set at the very least, not super happy they were white and lacey now that it felt a little on the nose. 

What here with you in front of the big bad wolf in nothing but virgin panties? 

Dr. Harkness gaze was stuck on the little bow on your cotton underwear right over that patch of pubic hair. 

“Convinced, Doctor?” You spat not liking how she was stuck on your undressing. “Seems like you’ve seen it all before.” 

Harkness doesn’t rise to your bait, but as she looks up at you now, you wonder how you’d never tried to diagnose her before now. 

She was a nutcase.

“Oh, don’t act out now. You were being so obedient.” Harkness doesn’t sound cruel, she sounds sincere in fact. 

“You think after all this, I’m wearing a wire or recording this?” You raise your voice and Harkness sighs now, but she opens the drawer to her desk to pull out one glass and pour some hard liquor from a bottle you would never be able to afford.

“Well Dear, after that stunning display, I think it’s either your recording me or you’re a pervert. So I needed to find out for myself.” She caps the bottle and then walks over to the leather sofa and rests down like she’s had a long day. 

“I’m a pervert? You wanna talk about one of the many pieces of evidence on you breaking into my house and fucking me?” You point to the art piece. 

Harkness is drinking when you say it and she tips her head mid sip to the side like touche. She licks her bottom lip from the drink and leans back, throwing one leg over the other.   

“And no, gee I don’t want a drink thank’s for offering after being questioned by the dean and cops I’ll just raw dog it!” You throw your hands up then bend to grab your pants and she makes a tsking noise.

“No, no, I didn’t say you could put your pants back on. Val, now that’s a great place for us to start. We’ll get back to your desperate need for my approval, your Mommy issues, and the overwhelming desire for my cruelty in a moment. Tell me how you did it.” Doctor Harkness doesn’t ask, she’s taking another long sip and you stare at her, realizing you’re half naked in front of your professor while she sips good liquor on her leather sofa and watches you. 

You hate that a dark patch forms on your underwear. 

Why is this so erotic? Was it the danger of it, of her?

Harkness snaps her fingers at you, and you’re pulled back to attention.

“Stop, you’re a good student. So present the case to me.”  Harkness stretches a little in her spot, the cocky woman is practically relaxed. 

“Val needs power-”

The Doctor rolls her eyes and rubs at her eyes. 

“Oh please, if I wanted to be bored I’d kick you out and keep your pretty bow panties. Now present the case, or are you not about to graduate?” Harkness let’s the last insult crack like a whip. 

You swallow and think about it. 

“I should punish you for almost throwing away your whole career. You were about to waste it all, all that work! All of what we’ve achieved together! No, first thing - you present the case, your punishment will come later.” Harkness decides in front of you. As though there was an order to this all. 

You don’t want to disappoint her even now. 

“Mel is easy to manipulate…” You start and a small proud smile comes from your mentor. This teacher of all things human, she wants you to present a case. 

“Right,” Harkness likes this, you can tell so you keep going. 

“Val only picks ones she can make needy for her, Ivy League with the nice ponytail and the parents in high places. Val wasn’t built for high-end things, so she likes to break the youth who have the trust funds and their lives ahead of them. She has malicious intent from day one, but eventually thinks it will be different, that it’s not her fault she needs to break pretty dolls. I-” You stop yourself, you feel ugly doing this like this. 

But Harkness isn’t interested in how you felt. She stops playing with the rim of her glass, like you’d taken her favorite song and paused it. 

Her face hardens, and you can’t find the thread. 

“I wanted you as my TA and you denied me, you’ve got a talent for it you know. So many talents, you're wasting them.” Harkness leans forward, you don’t look down at her clevage, but you want to. 

Her long curls tired from the day hang loosely, you’re enchanted by this vilianous ease she has. 

“No,” you say, you’re first no to Professor Harkness and she laughs just a little, then leans back once more. As though you’d told a funny little joke. 

“Now isn’t that another conversation, but let’s stay here. Tell me, you’d never met Mel or Val before today, had you?” Harkness takes off her glasses and thumbs at her temple as though she’s worked hard today. 

“No,” you agree with her. Your toes in your mismatched socks curl on her hard floors. 

Harkness sets the glasses aside, as though she doesn’t need them to see through you. 

“No, so how’d you do it then? Was it your stories? All those fantasies about manipulation and taking. Older women forcing your thighs apart, causing ecstasy and carnage. You don’t like nice do you Dear?”

You flinch just enough, and Doctor Harknes finds that so dull. She leans forward once more pointing her finger over her glass accusatorily at you. 

“If you want to play, you’re going to have to stop pretending you’re so good. Because I have to say, you lied to two officers, jeopardizing your career - all for what?” Harkness opens her arms as if to signal for you to look the fuck around. 

“To save your ass.” You say back with enough venom that the Professor seems disappointed in you. 

Now she’s going to talk down to you. 

“Is that what you want? You thought we’d fall in love? That if you said we were together, I’d fall at your feet? That a pervert predator, what stalker, would what dear? You think because I’ve fucked you unconscious and I’m sickly obsessed with you, you can get a good girlfriend? You want to save me? With your Ivy League degree and all those hours spent trying to help people, is that it? You want to fix me? Save me like you couldn’t, Mommy and Daddy?” Harkness's cruelty doesn’t hit the first layer of your skin; you blink at her and wonder what exactly got you to this point. 

You shake your head slowly. 

Harkness leans back a little, then twists her face to the side comically, like this is so funny. 

“No? You don’t want that?” She’s testing you. 

“No, I-” You don’t get it out. 

“Tell me little girl, what makes me so different from Val? Do you feel that high pony now,  just like Mel? What’s so different about us? Oh, wait let me help you with this one. Val asked for consent.”

Harkness let’s the T’ at the end of the word linger. 

It’s quiet for a moment, neither of you blinking, not moving. 

But you weren’t dumb, and you weren’t afraid, and the reminder that Doctor Harkness chose you seems to fill you with a sickly confidence. 

There’s a reason you’re here. 

“Val was easy to manipulate, she asked me for something to drink, something to eat. She wanted immediately to save me by being my ruin. You took, you’re not better than Val…You’re just a different type. A different diagnosis, a smarter pervert.” You answer and it takes a minute but Harkness lips turn into a big grin and she downs the rest of her drink. 

Setting it on the floor and rubbed her hands together. 

“Not bad, I still had to push, but not bad. How many notebooks came before those? I have to say I ransacked that room for more, but that’s when I had to get creative with your computer.” She tells you like you’re two colleges working on a project together. 

You’re standing in your underwear in her office and Harkness thinks she can just…chat?

“No, tell me why?” Your voice shakes, and the Professor looks almost offended now. 

“Why what?” She counters, unsure why you’re even asking her.

“Why me?” You counter and Harkness rubs at the back of her neck and then looks at the painting. 

“You know, if you’re going to be boring, at least take off that shirt and let me see your tits.” Harkness bites back then swings her head back to look at you.

“I don’t think it’s a stupid question.” You snarl back hands making tiny fists. 

“Yes, yes, yes, you do. You do, you know what’s far more interesting. Let’s do another case study. Twenty-nine-year-old PhD student, top of her class, high sex drive, high levels of erotic creativity. What does she do? Doesn’t go to a bar and get laid, doesn’t fuck a buddy at a party?” Harkness's blue eyes sparkle, and you’ve never seen a prettier, less emotionally attached person. 

“How do you-” You start to fight back but she makes a raspberry with her mouth at the absurdity. 

“Did you see the polaroids? Do you really need more proof that I’ve had my eye on you? That I’ve already tasted every inch of you? You think I wouldn’t know?” The Doctor counters and tosses her hair over her shoulder at the fine details that are just so trivial. 

“Okay, fine - she obsesses, she covets-”

Harkness points her finger at you again, like you’re on to a good one, if only your teacher can guide you correctly.

“She obsesses, she’s alone, so alone in the world, what is she attracted to though?” Harkness makes a a sort of game show type voice at you.

“Strictness, sadism, sexual violence, she wants someone to rip her to shreds and then make her sleep on the floor, to spit on her and house her, body and soul. She wants to be owned.” You say back, holding your spine tight, not about to shudder at the self diagnosis. 

Doctor Harkness doesn’t let the words breathe, she’s close now. 

“You are a spectacular manipulator, your brain is truly the sexiest organ in your body, and I can say that having stripped you down. But it’s a shame you came into my class, if not for the stalker like mentality i’ve developed for you - for the fact that you have a way with words…” Harkness seems mesmerized now, almost in love. 

“Sapiosexuality,” you mumble, not to your mentor but to yourself. 

Harkness hears it, though, and she snaps her fingers and smiles broadly at you. 

“Dear girl, you needed a creature so violent in their hunger for you. I needed a student who was insatiable to learn more. We were just two perverts who met under the right moon.” Harkness shrugs then leans back, your Professor seems enthralled with her own lecture. 

“So you’ve never…” You hate yourself for asking, the cold air on your bare thighs but you have to know. 

“I’m not a virgin little one, but I haven’t ever broken into someones computer, stolen their affects, taken polaroids of me fucking them while they slept, no. Now a different time, I’ll explain all the why-”

You get angry to cut her off and demand but she holds up her hand to stop you.

“You think we can cover all of this right now? You think it’s possible to diagnose that quickly then I’ve failed you in your teaching, do not let your desire for information cloud the beauty of trust.” Harkness unfolds one leg from the other and waits for you to catch up to her. 

“Trust?”

“That’s what I said,” The doctor hated to repeat herself on a good day, but it seemed she was calculated on doing it with you. 

“You-”

The Professor held up one finger.

“Nu-uh, no, actions and words both hold weight. You put your butt on the line for me; I brought you here. You don’t have a wire, I am sharing with you - it’s not as uneven as you may think. We are in an old dance.” Harkness defends herself, but you scoff at it and throw your hands in the air. 

“YOU FUCKED ME!” You laugh coldly, and Harkness doesn’t move, just stares at you. 

You are almost embarrassed by your outburst. 

“You’d like to earn the right to touch me back, that’s what upsets you.” She doesn’t ponder it, just tells you, you blush, your whole neck feels hot and splotchy. 

“Why did you invite me here?” You try again, and those blue eyes roll at the way you’re stabbing in the dark at the obvious. 

“So many whys, you ask another one of those dumb questions, and you will take off all your clothes, last warning.” Harkness's punishing tone has your bottom lip quivering. 

“Do you want me? Is that it? Or is it just the high of me telling you no and you taking it all!?” You shout back, and this time Harkness stands up so fast you’re feeling like you have whiplash. 

This makes Harkness so angry she’s got to show you how off you are. 

But she stalks out of the room, you follow her with desperation on your heels. 

She moves down a small set of stairs to a basement level, you follow ignoring every horror movie you’d ever watched. 

Two locks on the door, she easily twists numbers until they both unlock then she opens the door and waves her hand dramatically for you to look inside.

You walk in and so does she. 

It’s dark until she flips open the light.

That’s when you see an entire basement of….you. 

Photos, drawings, it’s a complete mess - a stark contrast from the upstairs. There’s books everywhere stacked, candles half burnt down, your old clothes thrown away…it’s everywhere. You’re everywhere, you gasp and look around with a mix of intoxication and fear. 

Your hand reaches out to your out computer you thought you’d broken. 

More stuffed animals, an old vibrator on the table, a bed in the corner overflowing with your old things.

The walls are all covered. More photos pinned on every inch, it was like a serial killers hide out. 

Harkness watched you with fascination, as though she understood more now seeing how you’d react to the space. 

But your chest felt heavy, was this love?

“There wasn’t another, It’’s not the chase. It’s you.” 

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