They call me a slut.

Maybe I am.

Sometimes I do things I despise.

Sometimes men take without asking.

But I have a musical gift, only a year left of high school, and a plan.

With one obstacle.

Emeric Marceaux doesn't just take.

He seizes my will power and bangs it like a dark note.

When he commands me to play, I want to give him everything.

I kneel for his punishments, tremble for his touch, and risk it all for our stolen moments.

He's my obsession, my master, my music.

And my teacher.