Cassandra
These older students were showing some
real magic, and Cassandra was suddenly excited. Could they teach her that? So far everyone she had made friends(or she thought of them as friends) with was a new student like her. If she could ingratiate herself into this older group…
Cassandra followed directions with a silent nod, and moved on the balls of her feet into the second bedroom. She had to flip on a light in the windowless room, but didn't break stride as she surveyed the room. She found the closet to be a likely place, and went there first. The whole situation was suddenly a lot less fun. There was a selection of chains and manacles hanging among the clothes. Cassandra found herself hot all over, and she pulled them down, heedless of the clanking.
With chains draped over her shoulders, she made her way to the bed, checking under it. Just dust bunnies, but Cassandra pulled the covers off the bed, dragging her along to her next stop. The dresser, first drawer was socks and panties. Cassandra pulled the entire drawer and tossed it onto the naked bed, scattering underthings across the room. With the top drawer out, she could see right into the next one. It was neatly organized, a series of collars for all occasions, each with a matching leash, rolled into a tight coil. There was an item Cassandra had never seen, but guessed it was meant to keep someone's mouth shut. A gag, she supposed. Again, Cassandra pulled the entire drawer, and carried it with her as she turned about.
Cassandra stormed into the living room, throwing the drawer onto the floor, followed by the blanket from the bed, and lastly she let the chains fall off her shoulders. After a moment of thought, Cassandra bent down to one of the steel manacles, undid the clip to the chain, and slipped it around her own bicep(as her wrist was too small).
"Okay," she growled, low voice but clearly furious,
"When do we burn this shit to the ground?"