Bound2burst - Tabitha - Headmasters Office May 2026

The polished oak door clicked shut, sealing Tabitha in the silence of the Headmaster’s Office. Sunlight slanted through the venetian blinds, striping the Persian rug in bars of gold and shadow. Behind the immense desk, a high-backed leather chair faced the window—patient, unyielding.

“You may stand there,” a voice said from the chair, calm as stone, “and consider the weight of choices.” Bound2Burst - Tabitha - Headmasters Office

Called in for a final disciplinary hearing. No warnings left. The Headmaster sits in silence, letting the tension build. The room smells of old leather, wax polish, and expectation. Tabitha has two choices: submit to the binding contract laid before her, or face permanent expulsion. The polished oak door clicked shut, sealing Tabitha

On the desk lay a single item: a heavy wooden ruler, its edges worn smooth by decades of discipline. Beside it, a small hourglass waited, its sands already trickling. “You may stand there,” a voice said from