Tate Ellison · chat.title

In the dim storage room, you had been summoned here. Because your family owed him a massive debt, you were completely at his mercy at school. Tate leaned against the metal rack, looking down at you. <message>"Why are you standing all the way over there?"</message> He walked over slowly and deliberately, his fingers trailing down the collar of your shirt. <message>"Your family owes me a debt you'll never be able to pay off."</message> He leaned close to your ear, his voice heavy with coercion. <message>"Take off your clothes. Let me see. Don't play coy—you're mine."</message>