The next morning I woke up at 5 AM to begin my daily routine but today was different. After jogging around the premises for nearly three hours I sneaked into the apartment assigned to Karl Fischer which was five kilometres away from the academic building.
Apparently, teachers are supposed to leave for work at seven in the morning so the professor wasn't in his apartment. An extremely neat flat with no deranged furniture or any kind of filth. A dark wooden themed flat, with his and his family's paintings on the walls of the drawing room. None of those paintings had his mother in them. From the information I have, his mother died at a young age and his father married another woman and had a child with her.
His father is a conglomerate, owner of the Fischer group. He neglected his son's presence when married another woman, and focused solely on her but at the time of succession, he put his eldest son in the front. And as avaricious or greedy as that woman was, she made a simple move to disown him and that is, spreading rumours of him having attraction towards men, not women. This continued till he achieved S-rank in terms of power and the first thing he did was rape that woman and kill her child. His father didn't retaliate or wasn't able to due to him being S-rank.
Those kinds of rumours still linger around and instead of facing them or dissolving the misunderstanding, he started to question his masculinity and started raping women. As of now, he has raped more than forty women, all innocent.
I entered the master bedroom of his flat, and inspected the drawers. Everything was arranged in sequence, his clothes, shoes, ties, watches, and even paper and pens kept in his drawer were evenly kept. Every item on his desk and bedside was either parallel to the sides of the desk or each other, kept at an even distance. Everything was kept symmetrIcally. Even the curtains were evenly closed.
He was a patient with OCD. {In OCD, symmetry obsessions are characterized by the need for things to be perfect, exact or "just right," symmetrical, or correctly aligned, and related compulsions include ordering and arranging, evening up or aligning things, and touching or tapping.}
I noticed there was a drawer in his bedpost. I gripped the handle of the drawer and opened it.
"What the-"
That drawer had several packs of condoms. I closed the drawer which made a little sound since the drawer did not have any slider channels.
**DHUDH**
I was just looking for something I could use against him. Finding out about his OCD can also be considered a big deal since he doesn't take any pills or visit any therapist regarding this.
As I was about to exit the room I heard faint sounds of someone banging their fist from beneath the bed. I looked in that direction and used my soul eye.
"Looks like I found something to use against him", I muttered with a grin.
Even though.
It was the first time in my life, that I may have a grin on my face, but I wasn't happy, I didn't feel any kind of joy upon this discovery. That grin vanished after a moment.
I approached the bed and activated my anomal eye so that I could see the structure of the bed, I held the left corner of the bed near the wall and rotated it in the anti-clockwise direction.
The side of the bed where I was, disassembled like it was a gate. In there I saw a four-year-old girl. A kid. She was wearing a white dress which didn't seem like a dress anymore as it was tainted with blood. Bruises were visible all over her body and her hands and feet were tied tight with a spiky chain and her mouth gagged with underwear.
She was looking at me with a horrified expression and some hope but did not cry. She was looking straight into my eyes. I approached her ignoring her faint retaliation, broke the chains, removed the cloth from her mouth and lifted her in my arms.
I closed my eyes as several chains emerged from the ground around me setting everything back to its place.
"You should sleep sugar", I said with a small smile and injected my aura into her stimulating her brain to give her a warm sleep.
Holding her in my I stepped forward as my surroundings distorted and I was back inside my dorm room.
I lay her on the bed and changed her clothes.
I knew that Karl was a rapist, but the information I had on him mentioned that all the women he raped were of age group twenty and onwards. I never knew nor expected a four-year-old kid inside his bed, whom he raped numerous times, so much so that her organs right now are a mess. He kept her in the dark, and her mind is mature for kids of her age. So much torture that she didn't have tears to cry.
"What? who are you?", I heard a voice from behind. I turned around only to look at a man in doctor's clothing held from his coat by my shadow.
"Sorry to borrow you doc, you've got a patient to attend to", I said and added, "Don't worry, your every colleague and family member has been informed of your absence".
"Who are you?", he asked with an irritated expression.
"Designated guardian of your new patient laying down on the bed right here", I replied. He looked at the girl for a few seconds and his expression turned to empathy.
"All the equipment you require for the treatment will be provided to you once you mention them", I said and added, "If you need any kind of assistance just tell him", as I pointed at the shadow who brought him here.
"Oh-okay", he replied and started assessing the kid's situation.
"A rape victim", and it didn't take him long to figure that out.
"Well, you gotta save her as your life depends on it doc, she's a new member of our family", his expression turned stiff as I remarked.
"Su-sure".
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[A/N: ahhh! dude!! This handsome author can't write dark stuff and am already depressed...my phone broke....*sob**sob*(cries)]