Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 18: Club

Chapter 18: Club

- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: The Poison by Cheyanne)

I stood there, my back pressed against the cold, tiled wall of the shower stall, trembling under Kathrine’s intense gaze.

Her body was so close to mine that I could feel her breath against my skin.

My thoughts were spinning out of control when I suddenly heard Alex’s voice echoing through the shower room.

"Glyndon? Hey, are you still in there? Are you okay?" His voice grew closer, each step making my heart pound harder.

I couldn’t breathe.

If Alex found me here with Kathrine, like this, everything would be ruined. He’d tell everyone.

I glanced at Kathrine, panic flaring in my chest. She didn’t move, her eyes locked on mine, as if daring me to stop her.

My hands shook as I made the only decision I could: I pushed myself off the wall, away from her, and stepped toward the curtain.

My hands clenched the edge of the fabric, pulling it tightly closed, shielding Kathrine behind me as if I could hide her with my midget-ass figure... What a joke.

"Alex," I called out, trying to steady my voice, but it cracked anyway. "I’m fine. Just... give me a second, okay?"

I heard his footsteps hesitate, and my pulse quickened. "You sure? You sounded—"

"I’m fine!" I snapped, harsher than I intended, then softened my tone. "Sorry. I just... I just..."

The words died in my throat. I was trembling so hard I couldn’t finish my sentence.

Alex’s voice was firm this time, closer. "Glyndon, I’m coming in to see what’s going on."

My heart dropped. I froze, my mind blank, and before I could react, Alex pulled the curtain back.

I closed my eyes, bracing for his reaction, fully ready to face the inevitable.

He’d see Kathrine, and everything would explode. But instead, all I heard was his calm voice.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened? I thought you saw a cockroach or a spider. You gasped so loud."

I blinked in disbelief. Did he not see her? My eyes darted around the stall. Kathrine was gone.

The space behind me was empty. She was just there—how could she leave the stall? Was I hallucinating?

"Uh... no," I stammered, my voice shaky. "I thought I saw a spider, but there’s nothing."

I’m not even afraid of insects, if it was up to me, I would go as far as having a pet Tarantula or a snake, but my parents wouldn’t allow it.

Alex glanced around, inspecting the corners of the stall. "You sure? You look freaked out."

As he searched, my gaze flickered toward the door.

That’s when I saw her. Kathrine was standing behind Alex, leaning casually against the doorframe, smirking at me like she hadn’t just been pressed against my body moments ago and used my body like a plaything.

My heart raced, a mix of fear and confusion coursing through me. She didn’t say a word, just stared at me, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Before leaving the shower room, she turned back to me, winked, and blew me a teasing kiss. My knees felt weak, my stomach in knots.

"No, really, I’m fine," I blurted out, trying to sound convincing. "There’s nothing here."

Alex shrugged, satisfied, and stepped back out of the stall and then he turned to leave the room

I had no idea what just happened—or how she’d done it.

But as the door swung shut behind Alex, I realized I was trembling for an entirely different reason now.

Desire for more.

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- Kathrine Andrews:

When I was pressed against Glyndon in the shower and heard Alex’s voice calling her name, I could have let it all unravel right then and there.

It would have been so easy to stand still, to let him pull back the curtain and see me there, his girlfriend cornered and trembling under my touch.

That alone would have been enough to ruin her: her perfect image, her relationship, her entire life.

Alex would’ve told everyone. Her parents—oh, they’d be furious. Religious as they are, they’d never forgive her for being "A bad girl." I could’ve done it.

I could’ve burned her world to ashes in seconds.

But where’s the fun in that? Easy isn’t satisfying.

Easy doesn’t give me the slow, agonizing pleasure of watching her squirm, of tearing her apart bit by bit.

No, I want her to suffer, to feel the humiliation and pain she’s made me endure these past three years.

Every cruel word, every ache, every laugh at my expense—I want her to drown in it all, magnified tenfold.

And if I let Alex see me there, it wouldn’t even be my victory. He’d be the one to destroy her, not me. I want to own this.

So, I made my move. I’m an athlete, always have been. While she stammered and tried to block the stall, I hauled myself up onto the barrier between the showers, careful and quick.

The cold tile scraped my palms, but I didn’t care. I swung over to the next stall with practiced ease, landing silently.

By the time Alex pulled back the curtain and started talking to her, I was already slipping out of the boys’ locker room, my steps light and calculated.

As I walked away, I couldn’t help but smile.

The look on her face—fear, guilt, panic—it was intoxicating.

And knowing she had no idea how I’d gotten away? Even better.

I headed to the girls’ locker room, washed my hands like nothing had happened, and started gearing up for the games.

Coach wasn’t thrilled I was late, but I just gave him my best apologetic smile. Within minutes, I was on the ice, focused, and determined.

-

We crushed the game—of course, we did. We always do. But even as I celebrated our victory, my mind was elsewhere.

Back in the boys shower room, after a quick shower, I slipped into my school uniform and made my way to the cafeteria.

I hated that place—loud, and crowded—that incident, but I was starving after the game.

As I grabbed my tray and moved through the line, my thoughts wandered back to the shower.

The sound of her moans, whimpers, the way her body trembled against mine, how small and fragile she felt in my arms, the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head when I wrapped my hand around her throat, the way she took every little act of dominance and violence I inflicted on her—it all replayed in my mind like a favorite song.

She didn’t just endure it; she accepted it. She even enjoyed it.

I smirked as I sat down with my food. This was only the beginning.

We hadn’t even started yet, and already, I was having the time of my life.

She doesn’t know it yet, but Glyndon’s days of control are over.

She is my game now, my toy, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

While sitting down, I noticed a guy I’d never seen before walking toward me, holding his tray.

He looked out of place, yet confident enough to make me suspicious.

As he sat down next to me, I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. Curly blonde hair, striking blue eyes, bronzed skin—he wasn’t bad-looking, just unfamiliar.

Short, maybe not very short, and dressed in the school uniform like everyone else.

He set his tray down, flashed a bright smile, and said, "Hey, I’m Daniel Hoover."

I stared at him, silent, sizing him up. Who was this guy? Why was he talking to me? I didn’t trust anyone at this school—especially after everything that had happened at that party with video going around.

Still, I extended my hand reluctantly and shook his. "Kathrine Andrews."

The way his grin widened told me he already knew who I was. "Yeah, I know. Nice to meet you, though."

Of course he knew. Everyone knew who I was: Kathrine Andrews, the school’s infamous lesbian.

I offered him a fake smile and turned my attention back to my lunch, hoping he’d take the hint and leave.

But instead, he scooted a little closer, his voice lowering as if he had a secret to share.

"I, uh... noticed you’re into motorcycles. You ride, right? The purple Ninja is yours?"

I paused, my fork hovering over my plate. Okay, now this was weird.

What was his angle? I glanced at him, keeping my expression neutral. "Yeah, what about it? What do you want?"

He fidgeted slightly, he even seemed startled by my tone, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small card.

"So, my friends and I have this club. It’s for people who, you know, ride bikes and like to hang out. I think you’re awesome, and we’d love for you to join us if you’re interested."

He handed me the card, a nervous smile still plastered on his face. "The address and our number are on there, just in case. No pressure."

Before I could respond, he grabbed his tray, stood up, and added, "Thanks for listening. Sorry for bothering you." Then he was gone, disappearing into the crowd.

I looked down at the card in my hand, reading the details printed on it.

A motorcycle club? Friends? I’d never had friends before—not real ones, at least. Let alone friends who shared something I actually cared about.

My thoughts were interrupted as I caught movement from across the room.

My eyes shifted upward, landing on Glyndon and her boyfriend, Alex, walking into the cafeteria with their usual group.

They were laughing and carrying their trays, heading for their table.

The second Glyndon’s eyes met mine, I smirked and winked at her. Watching her falter was intoxicating.

Her face flushed, her shoulders tensed, and she immediately broke eye contact, focusing on the ground like I wasn’t even there.

Alex noticed her discomfort and leaned in to ask if she was okay.

I smiled to myself, the taste of control as sweet as ever.

This was only the beginning, and Glyndon knew it. I was in her head now, and I wasn’t going anywhere.

I am so going to enjoy this.

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