Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 41: Toy Store

Chapter 41: Toy Store

- Glyndon Walton: (Song of the Chapter: Meddle About by Chase Atlantic)

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, still trying to calm the storm raging in my chest, Kathrine was on me.

Before I could say a word, her hand wrapped around my throat, and she slammed my back against her chest, near the door.

My breath caught, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out my thoughts.

"Let go," I managed to whisper, my voice shaky, but she didn’t listen. Her grip wasn’t tight enough to hurt—just enough to hold me there, to remind me how strong her control over me was.

Her other hand moved to my waist, trailing down slowly. My body betrayed me instantly, heat pooling in places I didn’t want to acknowledge.

"You liked that, didn’t you?" she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. Her voice was low, smug, and utterly confident. "You were dreaming of this. Of me. Dreaming of me making feel good."

"No," I whispered, shaking my head even as my body leaned into hers. "No, I wasn’t." But my voice lacked conviction, and we both knew it.

I was trembling, my entire body betraying me. My legs threatened to give out as her hand pressed further, her body pinning my face against the wall.

My breaths were shallow, each one catching in my throat as a wave of heat consumed me.

I hated her.

I hated how easily she could make me feel this way. I hated how good her touch felt, how my body craved more despite every thought screaming that this was wrong.

And then it happened. A loud knock at the door, and a voice calling my name.

"Glyndon?"

My blood ran cold. My boyfriend.

Panic surged through me, snapping me out of whatever trance I’d been under.

I shoved at Kathrine’s chest, desperate to put space between us, my breaths coming in frantic gasps.

"Kathrine, stop," I whispered, my voice trembling as I glanced toward the door. The knocking grew louder, more insistent.

But Kathrine just stood there, smirking like she had all the time in the world. "What’s wrong?" she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "Aren’t you going to invite him in?"

I glared at her, my hands shaking as I tried to fix my clothes, to smooth my hair. My heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst.

"Glyndon! Are you in there?"

I clenched my fists, my throat tightening as I turned to the door. My hand hovered over the knob, and I looked back at her one last time.

Her smirk was maddening, that infuriating look that said she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

I hated her. But I hated myself even more for liking everything she did to me.

I moved to open the door and let my boyfriend in.

Alex stepped inside, his brow furrowed as his eyes darted between me and Kathrine. She didn’t even look at him.

She just slipped into the bathroom like nothing had happened, like she hadn’t just shattered my entire sense of control mere moments ago.

Alex’s gaze lingered on the bathroom door for a second before turning to me. "What happened? Why didn’t you open the door sooner?"

I tried to steady my breathing, but I was still shaking, still reeling from what had just occurred.

I scrambled for an excuse, my voice unsteady. "Nothing, I was in the bathroom, and Kathrine didn’t want to open the door for you."

He rolled his eyes, muttering, "Oh my god, I hate that lesbo."

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to nod. "Yeah, me too." The words felt hollow, a weak attempt to ground myself in a reality where that statement was still supposed to be true.

Alex leaned down and kissed me, his lips warm and familiar, but it felt off like I wasn’t even there.

Then he pulled me closer, smiling. "Are you ready? The teacher said we’re going to explore Paris today—bookstores, the Eiffel Tower, whatever we want."

I forced a smile, nodding. "Yeah, let me just change real quick."

He waited while I swapped my clothes, his presence anchoring me just enough to push Kathrine out of my head.

I didn’t tell him anything. What could I even say? That I wanted to wait for her? That I was losing my mind because of her?

No. I followed Alex out, focusing on his hand in mine and the bustling excitement of the other students gathering.

-

The teacher started giving instructions about the itinerary, something about where we’d go and how to stay safe in the city.

I nodded along, trying to appear engaged, but my focus was shattered when I saw her.

Kathrine joined the group, effortlessly commanding attention.

She was wearing a skirt that stopped mid-thigh, paired with combat boots, and a fitted tank top.

This time, her bra concealed her nipple piercings, but the curve of her figure was still maddeningly obvious.

Her long hair was braided, falling neatly down her back, and her wrists and fingers sparkled with jewelry.

The glint of her belly piercing caught the sunlight, drawing my eyes down to the toned lines of her abs.

She strolled over to her group of biker friends, who greeted her with warm hugs and wide smiles. I could hear their voices carrying over the crowd.

"You look amazing," one of the guys said.

"Yeah, so good," one of the girls added.

Kathrine laughed softly, brushing off the compliments with her usual ease. "Thanks. You guys are good for my egos. You all look great too," she replied, her voice casual but warm.

It twisted something inside me. I hated hearing it. I hated hearing people compliment her.

She didn’t deserve it. They shouldn’t be telling her how good she looked. Only I—

Wait. What the fuck? Only I should be doing that.

My breath hitched, and I clenched my fists at my sides.

What is wrong with me? My mind was a jumbled mess, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape the storm brewing inside.

-

The day passed by quickly. We went all over Paris, following the teachers’ instructions.

They made each of us interact with locals—ordering ice cream, talking to librarians, or chatting with shopkeepers—all in French, of course.

It was supposed to help us practice the language, and we even had to write down some dialogues to rehearse with each other.

Alex chose me to be his partner, so we stuck together the whole day. While we completed the tasks, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Kathrine.

She was paired with one of her friends and seemed completely at ease, effortlessly navigating everything the teachers threw at us. It irritated me.

She was everywhere, and no matter how hard I tried to focus on Alex, my attention kept drifting back to her.

We visited several places, but we didn’t have time to go to the Eiffel Tower, so the teachers postponed it for tomorrow.

One stop was at a library, where we were allowed to pick one book, paid for by the school.

If we wanted more, we had to pay with our own money. I didn’t bother. Reading isn’t my thing, so I just grabbed one book to get it over with.

As we walked down the street afterward, something caught my eye—a kids’ toy store.

I excused myself from Alex, telling him I’d be right back, and quickly stepped inside.

It was mostly a kids’ toy store, filled with colorful knick-knacks and stuffed animals, but one item stood out: a small, purple motorcycle toy. I don’t know why, but I felt drawn to it.

Without thinking much, I picked it up and headed to the cashier.

I tried to speak to her in French, fumbling through my words, but she just smiled and said, " I can speak English. Don’t stress it."

I let out a relieved laugh. "Thank God," I muttered, then asked her to wrap it in gift paper.

She nodded, and within a few minutes, I’d paid for it and left the store.

Walking back to Alex, I stared at the little wrapped gift in my hands. I didn’t even know why I bought it. I just saw the toy and thought of Kathrine. I thought of giving it to her.

When I returned to Alex, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "What’s that?"

"It’s a gift for my parents," I lied quickly, hoping my voice didn’t give anything away.

Fortunately, he didn’t press further. He just shrugged and moved on, completely oblivious to the chaos brewing inside me.

-

It was night, and all the other students were asleep in their rooms. I didn’t go back to mine. Instead, I stayed out with Alex, his friends, and our little group.

We’d snuck out to the back of the building without the teachers noticing.

Somehow, Alex and his friends managed to bring local liquor. I had no idea where they got it or how they managed to buy it.

We’re only 18, and I wasn’t even sure if that’s legal in France. But it didn’t matter.

I stayed with them anyway. They were laughing, joking, and talking, but their voices faded into the background.

It all became noise to me. I kept drinking, cup after cup, not even tasting it anymore. My mind wouldn’t stop racing, wouldn’t stop thinking about Kathrine.

Kathrine. She was everywhere. In my thoughts, in my dreams, in the way my body felt.

She was consuming me, taking over every waking and sleeping moment. I didn’t know what that meant, and I hated myself for it.

So I drank more as if the alcohol could drown out my thoughts as if it could wash her away. But it didn’t. It never did.

The more I drank, the more she consumed me.

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