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The Island	By : StrawberryWine36 Category: Individual Celebrities > Colin Firth Views: 8936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I do not know Colin Firth and am not making any money or profit from this story.

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The chill of the air awoke Colin with a start and reminded him that firstly he was still unclothed and secondly he was not in his own bed. He pulled the covers over him and turned to realise he was alone, Georgiana had gone. He hadn’t come to enough to mull over why, so, grabbing his clothes from the foot of the bed he quickly dressed, pulling back the curtains beside the bed and fully expecting to see the headmaster skulking behind them. He did not; the room was empty and silent. Glancing at his watch he realised he was late for his first class of the day so he raced back down to the ground floor, brushing through his hair with his fingers . It was back to normality downstairs, girls rushing about, giggling or shoving each other around. The first class passed quickly, indeed he could not remember much of what had been said, his mind was still flowing with the events of the night before. The smell of her was still on his skin, her touch as a memory playing through his mind. He for once didn’t care that he was sat there at the desk unshaven, wearing yesterdays clothes. Any amount of things could have happened in that room during the morning and he had sat staring at his hands, in a trance. To have her all at once and then for her to be gone felt like a dream, maybe it had been a dream; his mind was clouded by doubts and insecurities.
“Good morning!”
Colin looked up from his hands to see the headmaster standing next to him at the desk. The classroom was empty.
“Headmaster...” He stuttered.
“My, you do look a mess if you don’t mind me saying.” The headmaster laughed, patting him roughly on the back. “I’ve popped by to see how you were doing after last night.”
“Um, fine, I’m fine.” Colin replied, clearing his throat and staring back down at the desk, he was finding it very hard to focus on things so far and the headmaster arriving was not really what he wanted to deal with right now.
“So, how was my pretty little bitch?”
“Fine.” Colin repeated, clenching his fists under the table and still avoiding the headmasters gaze. He hated the way he stated his claim to her, like she was a stray dog kept in his kennels.
“Ah, I beg to differ, I think she was much, much better than fine.” The headmaster insisted, patting him on the back.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean, I mean this...” The headmaster flipped his laptop up onto the desk in front of them and sat grinning over Colin’s shoulder while he flicked onto a video. The footage was black and white and fuzzy at points. At first Colin frowned, wondering what it was but gradually the pixels made sense, the sounds made sense. In horror he realised it was him and Georgiana on the bed, talking. The headmaster switched it off as they kissed.
“Well yes, I don’t think I want to watch any more or I might just vomit pink fluffy ponies all across the room.” He sighed, “My question to you this morning is...What happened? I’d like to know your version of events...but please remember that I have watched this entire video so I got the gist of the whole thing.”
“But...how?”
“I’m not stupid! I have CCTV set up all over the tower. Do you really think that I would risk intruders or even worse, trusted employees going behind my back!”
“I can explain, headmaster, I can explain.” Colin jumped up, running his hands through his hair nervously.
“You don’t need to. I know you and she have been having some sort of relationship behind my back and thank god that Worthington alerted me to it. That is why I sent you in there; do you really think I would have otherwise? “
“So what happens now, I’m guessing I don’t have a job anymore.”
“No your job is safe.” The headmaster replied, closing the laptop with a slam and tucking it under his arm.
“What?”
Grabbing him firmly by the shoulders and staring him straight in the face, the headmaster smiled at the worried look on his face. “Well, what could be worse than working somewhere and knowing that the girl you love so much is merely feet above your head and you can’t see her, ever again! If you set one foot near that door to the tower I will have you removed from the building permanently. You can enjoy your life down here knowing that princess slut is being well dealt with by myself and the man interested in purchasing her! I imagine it’s rather like the child who stole sweets; his parents take the sweets away but put them on a high shelf. The child knows they are there but cannot eat them. The ultimate torture”
He let go his grip and stepped back, grinning at the effect he had on his employee.
“And that after all, is what I excel in, ultimate torture!” He added as he swept out of the room.
“Wait, what do you mean, is someone buying her?” Colin called after him. Running in pursuit he opened the door and grabbed him in the hallway, turning him to hit backwards against a set of lockers. A line of girls giggled as they passed.
“Who is buying her?”
The headmaster grinned a sideways smile as he stood pinned to the locker, Colin holding him in a firm grip by the neck of his shirt. Despite his position the headmaster remained calm. “I would watch my temper Mr Firth, it could mean you end up even further away from what you hold dear!”
Colin frowned for a moment before he   eventually released his grip. A small group of girls who had been watching giggled into their hands before scurrying along the corridor. Carlene who had been stood behind them, remained, arms folded, her face full of concern at what she was seeing.
The headmaster brushed himself down and straightened his collar.
“It is none of your business any more. I suggest you get back to your work and forget she ever existed. She after all will soon forget you existed!” With that he smiled to himself and walked away whistling. Colin Slumped down by the side of the lockers, his head in his hands, he could hear the corridor had become   silent apart from small footsteps that approached him slowly.
“Excuse me Sir, are you ok?” She asked at last, glancing over her shoulder to check that the headmaster was not watching. To her relief he was long gone.
Colin jumped with a start at the small hand gently nudging his shoulder. He looked up to see Carlene crouched beside him, a worried look on her face.
“Have you got five minutes?” He asked softly.
“Yes, I have half an hour before I need to be anywhere. Why?”
He stood up and put his hand on her back, implying that she should follow him. Carlene did so, all the way back to his office.

Georgiana had awoken with a start. A tight grip around her neck took her breath away; to a point she could not let out a noise as she was pulled roughly from the bed. Her hands fought to remove the band that was around her throat, restricting her breath and her feet found the ground to walk behind the person dragging her. Terror pulled in with every breath she took, desperately trying to pull air into her lungs. Finally she reached her room and was pushed with a force so hard that she hit her face hard against the chest of drawers. She sat up, drawing her knees up and bringing her fingers to her face, feeling and tasting the warm sensation of blood. There in front of her stood the headmaster, towering over her with his hands balled into fists. He held a chain in his hands which he flexed as he noticed her gaze falling upon it. ‘Oh my god he’s going to hit me with it.’ She thought, protectively raising her hands to her face. Instead she felt his hands grab the collar around her neck and affix the chain.
“Best way to treat a bitch, keep her on a leash!” The headmaster growled.
“What have I done now?” Georgiana croaked.
“Let’s just say I’m in a very bad mood right now!” He bellowed, pulling the chain to pull her towards him. As she got closer, her hands grabbed wildly at the collar trying to loosen the grip. He had hold of the collar at the back and dragged her kicking and screaming over to the bed. Pushing her face forward he came in close behind her, pulling her legs apart and roughly shoving his cock inside her. She shrieked out at the suddenness and pain of his entrance.
He carried on for a few minutes which seemed like a few hours. Pounding so hard against her, again and again until her stomach was hurting. Grabbing her hair back so hard that her head was raised back painfully from the bed he grunted.
“I fancied a bit of animal sex with my pretty little bitch! How do you like it?”
“Stop it, please, it hurts!” Georgiana begged, the pain becoming unbearable. Eventually he came and dropped his grip so that she flopped forwards onto the bed. Puffing his breath back he leaned in behind her and she felt the cold steel of a blade on her cheek. She screamed out in terror, this was it; he was surely going to kill her. After all, who would ever know? She heard him laugh at her fear and with his other hand he grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her head back as far as he could. The next thing she heard was a cutting sound and suddenly she fell free from his grasp and collapsed on the floor. Glancing up through her tears she saw him standing triumphantly above her, his hand full of tangled strands of long red hair.
“Maybe next time you will make more of an effort in the bedroom. Now pick yourself up, take a shower and put some clothes on you disgusting whore.” He spat, leaving the room and slamming the door behind him. Georgiana crawled to the corner of her room and huddled herself into a ball, crying as hard as she could. Her whole body ached;   in the mirror opposite she could see the black bruise down her nose where she had hit the cupboard. Her hair stuck in matted clumps around her face, the headmaster had cut it roughly to above her shoulders. It didn’t look like her in the mirror. The dark eyed, blood stained mess that cowered in the corner. She shrunk back into the corner, her knees pulled in up to her chin. Hugging her arms around her knees she rocked back and forth in the corner. The ache from her stomach had numbed with the rest of her body, blood dripped slowly from her nose and ran down her leg until it pooled into a dry patch at her ankle.
Carlene stood next to the desk. She watched him sit staring into space for five minutes before saying anything.
“Sir is there anything I can do? “ She said at last, feeling awkward. He did not reply and continued fiddling with his pen. She felt both irritated and confused by his lack of response. He sat quiet for a moment, before smashing his arm angrily along the desk, spilling things to the floor. Carlene jumped back as he continued on his rampage, pulling things for walls, pushing over tables, smashing things to the floor. He continued on through the door to his rooms, Carlene waited a moment, worried about entering. By the time she had taken a deep breath and followed on in, to find him sat in a corner surrounded by books and papers. She cautiously stepped closer until she was right beside him and crouched down to put a hand on his shoulder.
“I need your help...” He said finally. His hands shaking.
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