The effect on Elizabeth was instantaneous and catastrophic. The "Professor" returned in a flash of pure, unadulterated terror.
Her eyes bulged, her breath hitching into a silent, panicked gasp. She scrambled to sit up, her naked, sweat-slicked body trembling so violently that the inkwells on the desk began to rattle.
"Oh god... ngh... It's Alexander..." she mouthed, her face pale with the fear of total social annihilation.
"And she's back to reality..." Rex laughed with a low tone. "I thought you didn't mind being seen as a slut."
"But I—"
"Shh!" Rex hissed. "Tone it down now."
He moved with the predatory speed of a man used to taking what he wanted and hiding the evidence. Before she could let out a single sob of panic, he lunged forward, his large, warm hand clamping firmly over her mouth, muffling her frantic breathing.
