Goosebumps crawled across the professor's body as he stared at the intruder's dangerous smile. The reality of his fate crashed down on him; he could already see himself sacked, ruined.
"Who… are… you?" he stammered, the words scraping his throat. The student who'd been about to fuck the elderly man didn't seem bothered—he stood there unbothered, like a storm in human form.
Daniel glared at the boy, irritation flashing across his face. Was it pride? Or just stubbornness? One word from that kid — one word — and the whole school would know. Expulsion would be the least of their worries. But to Daniel, the professor's career might as well be finished.
"So now you can't speak, stuttering?" Daniel said, his voice void of mercy.
What did this stranger want? Why had he even entered my office? The professor was sure he'd locked the room; from the cotton curtains to the window, every secret had been sealed. And now his darkest was exposed.
