The Academy: Complete - Sex Stories

The Academy: Complete

... they both sat breathing heavily. "I killed your fiancée," Camila admitted nonchalantly after a few minutes of silence. Sasha shuttered immediately, a tear dripped down her face, she didn't move, "...What?" She barely got it out. "I shot Jasper dead... He is dead," she obviously didn't know this, but said it anyways. Sasha, as expected, became hysterical. She sobbed her heart out. Surprising to Camila, Sasha mustered up strength, that Camila didn't think she had, and threw a punch. Hitting her across the jaw, Camila fell to her side. Sasha, blinded by her own tears, swung blindly with her last bit of adrenaline before being overpowered. Camila hit her across the head with the gun, sending Sasha toppling into a fetal position. "Kill me." Sasha muttered. Camila was surprised, "What?" "FUCKING KILL ME!" She screamed, "You've taken all I had!" "Not until you..." "What do you want to hear!? That I killed your sister! Fine FINE I did it I shot your sister right through the head! Are you happy now!?" She screamed from the floor. "Yes," Camila muttered a raised the gun. She began to pull the trigger. There was a bang. A bullet was shot. The gun went off just as Camila was hit in the head with a pipe. With all the commotion, she must have not heard the door open. Her aim was thrown off after the blow, causing Sasha to be hit in the shoulder instead of the head. "What the fuck?" Camila was able to say before being bounced on, and hit once more with the metal pipe. She was so confused, ...

... how could this happen? Jordan. The police. Jasper. They were all taken care of. There was one person that Camila Rojas had forgotten about. Camila peered up in fright, looking at the person who sat on top of her, in attack mode. "Sumi?" She mumbled, her jaw was broken, so she couldn't talk right. "It's Simi... Bitch." Simi Kamdar sat on top of Camila. Simi was so full of hate for this girl. She hated her more than anything in the world. Camila had her men rape her, scarring her yet again. Simi was happy to do this. She swung down onto Camila's head. She kept swinging until Camila was close to death, if not dead already. Simi then crawled to her best friend, who was unconscious, but very much alive. "I got your text... I'm here, don't worry, help is on the way." Simi held her best friend in her arms as police sirens sounded outside. 5 months later Jordan sat in a chair, looking at a girl that she hadn't seen in almost a half in a year. She was looking at her through a bullet proof window, and the girl was in an orange jumpsuit. Camila looked older, she had more tattoos and looked even more... dangerous than before, for lack of a better word. "Why did you want to see me?" Jordan asked through the phone. Jordan was released barely on a spotty self defense claim a few months prior. "To make amends," Camila spoke, her accent seemingly stronger than how she remembered. Jordan couldn't help but notice how Camila's face was still not fully recovered. "Why me?" "I invited Sasha, and ...