Mathilda's eyes widen at the provocative offer, her heart racing as she gazes down at Jane's vulnerable form spread out before her. The idea of watching another person, especially someone she cares about, succumb to Dominic's desires sends a thrill through her.

She swallows hard, trying to calm the lust building within her. "I... I don't know," she stammers, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. "It's so wrong, but..."

"School was fine," she replies breathlessly, her gaze never leaving the scene unfolding between Dominic's thighs and Jane's opened legs. "But this... this is something else entirely."

Watching Dominic claim Jane with such ferocity, his cock driving deep into her friend's willing body, makes Mathilda realize just how deeply enthralled she is by the man's power over them all. It's intoxicating and terrifying in equal measure.

But amidst the disappointment, there's also a sense of liberation. My mother's disapproval no longer holds any power over me. I have found true love and acceptance in Norman, and that's all that matters.

Years pass, filled with joy and creative expression. Norman and I continue to compose music together, our bond growing stronger with each passing day. We use our platform to raise awareness and funds for those who've suffered like we once had. Our songs become anthems for the broken-hearted, reminding them that healing is possible when they least expect it.

One evening, as the sun sets over our cozy home, Norman pulls me close and whispers, "I never thought I'd find someone like you, Mathilda. You're my everything."

And I reply, my voice barely above a whisper, "