Alexandrea had been on the porch for her morning coffee and smoke when she realized the time. Swiftly she moved through the cabin and ventured up the stairs before the subtle scent of human blood burned the back her throat. Eyes narrowing, her steps slowed as she cautiously entered into her bedroom. A shiver ran down her spine as she eyed the beautifully presented black gift on her bed. Hesitantly slender delicate fingers lifted the note, the culprit of the metallic stench. Emerald orbs scanned the note a furrow pinching at her brows as her line of sight begrudgingly lifted to the black box. How had he slipped by her without her noticing? Shaking off that terrifying thought, the redhead didn’t know what scared her more, the inscription and owner of the note or the ominous black box that awaited her. She contemplated it a while, pacing back and forth the room. Odin watching her curiously as she moved, her hand nervously carding through her messy waves as those written words kept replaying in her mind. Casting the note aside she pulled at the ribbon and lifted the lid, a hand reached up to cover her mouth as a gasp slipped past her lips.
Fingers roughly gripped at the cold spiked collar her fist clenching tightly around the demeaning gesture. “Asshole…” She hissed if he thought she’d dare humiliate herself in front of her entire class he’d be sorely mistaken. The longer the rage burned within her it was quickly defused with fear. Fear that if she didn’t do as he’d asked there would be some horrifying consequence to her disobedience. He already knew too much, shown a side to him that she feared to rile. Swallowing her pride she lifted the delicate deep crimson lingerie to her form before slipping into it. Lifting the collar to her throat, she fastened it with one quick painless motion before grabbing at the nearest outfit throwing it on without giving it a second thought. The redhead would grin and bear it for a day. Obey his insolent request if it meant that she could keep the peace.