Tanya stared intently at the man in front of her, intermittently bowing her head and scribbling down into the book in front of her. Sometimes, she stared at the e-board while scribbling, and at times, she'd scribble what the man said, even when the rest of the class wasn't writing.
Soon, the bell rang, and the class stood and dispersed, almost immediately, for their other arrangements, as though it had been preplanned.
Tanya sat back in the bustling and hustling of her classmates and carefully packed her things into her school bag. By the time she was done, she was the only one, except her subject teacher, left in class.
Tanya walked towards the exit but stopped when her teacher called out to her.
Mr. Alvise was a peculiarly young man. If Tanya were still her old self, she would have either tried to mess up his peculiarity by making fun of it, or she would have tried to hit on him.
Alvise Nolan was a peculiar man, as Tanya had earlier thought. He was religious but had an askew view of religion. The man was oddly in love with his job as a high school teacher and loved kids but abstained from them and Tanya could guess why.
But all these were minor concerning the main issue. Alvise was a man who dressed, according to Tanya, like a submissive bottom.
His slightly oversized suit, his overly rounded glasses that are more than half his face, and his lovely golden brown eyes. His messy brown hair made him look even more submissive and pitiful, earning him the pitiful but adoring gazes from both male and female doms, along with younger female heterosexuals.
He once got involved with a homosexual sex offender and not in the novel and romantic sort of way. The whole thing was a mess anyway. Tanya shook her head slightly, trying her hardest to shake off the disturbing memory that threatened to surface again.
Tanya tracked her gaze back to her class/subject teacher, scrutinizing him from top to bottom with a disapproving gaze.
"T-Ta-Tanya!" The man cried out in displeasure at Tanya's 'not-so-discreet' eye rape. "What are you looking at?"
"If people were to come in now to this scene, they'd assume that I was bullying you." Which is not the case, she quietly added in her head.
"You're eye raping me?!" Her teacher cried out.
Tanya looked at her teacher with a blank look on her face and eyes that held questions as to how this ended up being her teacher.
"What the hell…" Tanya muttered under her breath in total confusion and disbelief.
The fact that she had been accused of molestation didn't stun her. The fact that he was behaving this way threw her off balance.
Slamming her hand onto the desk with sheer force had the man in question jump, with his swivel chair, with his back to the wall. He gulped with cold sweat drenching his back and face. This pupil of his was scary.
"You didn't call me here just to play the victim game with me and waste my time, did you, Alvise?"
Alvise bowed his head slightly, embarrassed of his current behavior but he won't take the blame just like that. His student was also at fault! Her aura was really scary!
Alvise eventually swallowed his words when he saw the scary look on Tanya's face. She was going to hurt him if he didn't apologize. "I apologize Tanya. That was unbecoming of me."
With a scoff, she added unamused and an underlying tone of anger. She was pissed. "You think?"
"Ha!" She sighed and combed her hair backward with her fingers. This man…
Regaining her previous composure and aura, Tanya straightened her posture and bowed a bit to Alvise, "You called for me, Teacher."
"I didn't call for my student, Tanya." As he said that, the air around them seemed to have shifted. Tanya kept her head down as people popped out from the shadows and stood by Alvise's side.
From the corner of her eye, she saw as he conveniently stripped down to his briefs before his 'people' helped him don a black colored silk material which he loosely knotted before he strode towards the class cupboard, pulled a couple of compartments and a glowing keypad soon appeared from under the cover of an automated sliding compartment.
Alvise stepped back, and Tanya, without any further instructions, punched in a string of numbers, and soon the wall soundlessly slid from its original position to the left, and a basement was soon in view.
There was a smell of mold or dust. The sides of the walls were lined with tiles, and the floor with marble. The lights, which seemed to stretch on upon the ceiling for infinity, lit up as though it had taken cognizance of their appearance.
Tanya soon stepped aside as Alvise, with an even straighter posture than before, chuckled softly at the humbly posed Tanya and walked towards the entrance of the 'basement' and went down, his men following him.
As they walked on, Tanya pushed another compartment within the cupboard basement, and soon, the cupboard closed softly with a light click, and the wall behind slid back perfectly to position, as soundlessly as it did in the beginning.
Tanya kept on walking behind Alvise and his men, occasionally looking up to catch the sight of his back. Whenever she came here, it felt a bit surreal and a sense of accomplishment washed over her. Whatever she was doing, she was changing the future for good with her savior, Alvise.
Looking at his back one more time, Tanya remembered the first time she had met him. It was exactly like in those tacky cliché novels but with a heavy dash of violence, blood, death, and gunfire.
She remembered it as though it were yesterday. She was tasked with doing the groceries and she had taken her mother's car out to shop for the household and her school shopping. She had changed schools finally.
She had just parked the car in the underground parking lot when it happened. The fire gun fired, followed by several others, and she, who had extensive knowledge of what to do at times like those, quickly got out and fell flat on the floor with her hands over her head.
Noticing that her phone was still inside the car, apprehension and fear filled her but she didn't relent. She wasn't going to die here no matter what!
She shook when she heard a bullet hit the car by her left and began to slowly open the car to get her phone out. Soon, her phone was in her hand, and she sent her family a simple text on the platform. 'Gunfire. Underground parking lot. Death. Help!'
Holding the phone in the middle of her teeth as she shut the door quietly, she got onto her belly again and crawled out of the sandwich of cars to try and get out to a safer place.
As she got out, she heard a soft moan and soon a groan and, like a lie, the smell of blood enveloped her nostrils.
As she kept crawling, the smell got stronger till she came face to face with a bloody beauty.
His face was covered in splattered blood, and there was a bloody knife by his side where Tanya was crawling but what caught her eyes was his physique that didn't match his face.
He had a beautiful pair of half-lidded, lethargic golden eyes that looked like two suns were in his eyes, tousled golden hair that looked like it took in the rays of the sun and made it his, beautiful long eyelashes that batted occasionally with flutter-like movement that was entrancing.
Gorgeously parted lips that were pink enough to tease the mind and hunger the lips of others for a steal and his perfect palm-sized face summed up his appearance as a cute bottom, but his physique was anything but.
His right arm was covered in tattoos and Tanya suspected that his chest was also covered in them too. He has the physique of a predator, muscles littered in all the right places. He had the body of a Greek god. As he was her's for the eye raping.
As Tanya stared on, she realized that it was from him that the bloody smell was coming from was a wound, and soon, those teary, half-lidded, lethargic eyes turned to her, pleading for help. The sight froze her and the urge to run and leave everything behind kicked in an instant.