Gretchen
God what is this!? The more Gretchen held on, the more depressed and horrible she felt about herself, something that was so foreign to her that it actually scared her in such reveling confusion.
She felt like complete shit.
Then a fist, right at her mouth, smudging the lipstick upwards, and a shove knocking her back, as she fell to the ground hard.
She felt like utter crap, powerless and alone, and looked up to Devika in culling and fear for her. She wanted to do something about it, but she was sooo afraid…
But hey, who’s the genius here?
She was fearful, trembling for her life as she stood and ran in light-form behind the sauntering, bodacious empath. It took all of her willpower to know that this was the right thing to do.
A slap so hard to her entire right side of Devika’s face, and the emotions surged through so quickly, her falling to the ground hard.
A smile so sinister and so proud grew on Gretchen’s face, and her maleficent glare returned. Was it a return of her emotions? Did she counteract what had been a transfer? Or did her natural in-born mind, built to handle only pride, prejudice and power kick in, removing what was a fleeting moment of alien emotion?
“Thanks for the adrenaline-rush, Devika! I’ll be sure to come for my next appointment soon! Hahaha!”
Was she ever going to be the same ever again? Whatever!
She seemed fine, and that’s all that matters, right!? Gretchen Williams!
She ran in light-form back to the apex of the Academy, absorbing the light that she can, almost orgasmic in ravishment.