Prologue

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❗WARNING: Contained matured contents.

My imaginary characters:

*Sheids Noah Fawzi- Nick Bateman

*Astherielle Zuluetevo- Brooke Shields (Her face during 1980's)

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Prologue

I cried looking down at my shaking legs. I couldn't stop a weak sob from escaping my throat when I felt that it wasn't the only thing that seemed to be vibrating, my whole body was. Tears flowing from the eyes are a symbol of hopelessness, fear, nervousness, and many other negative energies. Yes, they beat me to it once in a while.

Here it is again... Came to torture me again...

My breaths come first. I'm almost crazy about how the air will bombard my chest. It doesn't make me feel any better, it does make it even worse. It's becoming darker. The remaining light that I draw strength and hope from outside is about to be extinguished.

"Aunt..." I cried loudly. "Aunt... I need you n-now..." I sobbed as I tearfully looked out the window, at the very sky that had run out of vitality and color because of the darkness. Not a single star was lost there...

I could have stood up and walked out of this classroom but what I just realized kept me.

"No matter how careful and prepared I am, I will be hit in the face of life because of this pain..." I said directly even though my throat was tight. "I need to accept that no matter what I do, I'm still a loser and useless to this mental disorder... My life will never be normal..." I continued through my mouth what my mind wanted to say.

I tried to stand up but I was stuck in the stand when I heard footsteps, getting louder and louder because they were getting closer and closer to the classroom. Hopefully, it's just one of the students who passed by. Even though it's impossible, that's what I make myself believe. Usually, at this time there are no classes here at Terifania Building. This is an old building and is rumored to be infested with ghosts and fairies.

I was too terrified of what was happening to my body than I was of the rumors to find out whether that was true. This building is the furthest away from the university's main entrance. Students in the surrounding buildings frequently attend classes from six in the afternoon to nine in the evening.

I took my time getting to my bag on the table. I worry about myself. I hope the footsteps outside will disappear forever when I leave here. Because of what's occurring to me once more, it's difficult for me to stay hidden here for a long time. I'm not sure what my brain will order my body to do next or whether I'll end up destroying it. Going behind this building is what I'm considering.

Another exit from the school is available. There is also darkness, which makes it the ideal place for me to hide from people.

But, I am unable to move my legs since the outside noise won't stop. I can still feel and hear the thing coming this way.

My feelings became even more agitated when I looked to my side, behind me, I saw a shadow. It's a shadow that gradually takes on a body and... a face. My breathing became even heavier. Not only did my forehead sweat, but all over my groin and exposed skin. Every breath I took was accompanied by inhales as it must have been a boy. I didn't notice anything here that could tell it was a woman. In clothing, body shape, and hair cut it is masculine.

"My God, please help me," I said, almost turning into a prayer with the simple words.

In fear and worry, I ran to the blackboard in front while hugging my bag. I squeezed back against its side while crouching.

"It's fine if I just sleep here all night as long as... don't go on, whoever that person is..." I continued despite my voice screeching.

I clamped a hand on the table leg; I'm not even sure how I got here. The last time I saw it, it was in the middle of the blackboard. I squeezed harder, not taking my gaze away from the approaching figure. I'm hoping he doesn't notice me...

When I felt pain from the sweat dripping from my brow, I closed my eyes.

"Oh!" I couldn't stop saying as the pain spread through my eyeball. It was excruciating! I recently discovered that sweat has this effect when it gets into the eyes.

The next thing I noticed was the stop in the distance and the rustling from something I didn't even know anymore. I dared to raise my face to see what was happening in front of me.

"Sir..." I said in shock when I saw who it was.

Professor Scheids Noah! The person I least expected to see in the four corners of this classroom!

"No!" my mind screamed dumbly.

Why is he still my Professor and driving me insane with my body care when there are so many of my classmates and schoolmates who can get lost here?

"Hey... Is anyone here?" this is a strong question.

"Dead... He heard me..."

I don't know what to do at this moment. He can't see me!

It's not far away, something is being done there that I don't even know about.

"I haven't been afraid of ghosts in a long time..."

I was even mistaken for a ghost! His voice is pleasant to the ear, very sweet, and seems to touch the soul. My body did nothing but react after reacting. I'm just saving my remaining sanity so until now, I'm still sitting here.

It was too late when I realized that he was right in front of me. I was floating, hoping and praying that he wouldn't stay near me. I bowed my head, covered my ears with my hands, and just accepted my fate tonight.

"Man... What are you doing here? Wait... Astherielle, is that you?" There was shock and concern in his voice.

His voice reached my ears even though they were covered. My eyes widened and looked up at his beautiful and waiting eyes. They are very different from clear vision, without eyeglasses, shades, or any covering or blurring of the eyes.

Even though I was obsessed with it, dizzy with the fighting feeling, I was still forced to open the bag and fumbled with the handcuffs and rope in the pocket I put them in.

"So, this is you again without shades?" He smiled gently, a smile he often showed to everyone. But this body of mine, she claimed it all!

"Astherielle, that's not for you!" I shouted in my mind.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir... I'm sorry!" When I finally found what I was looking for, I quickly took it out. "S-Sir... I know this is very brutal for me to do but can you... tie me up or handcuff me somewhere? Don't worry-"

I was interrupted when he knelt and held me in his hands. I silently cursed in my mind. His hands moved to my wrists and started pushing me upright.

"I cannot do what you command, Astherielle..."

"I don't have shades or e-eyeglasses," I said like a child.

"It's okay... There's no sunlight outside. It's already dark so you don't need to wear that..."

"You don't understand, Sir..."

"Which one? Where do I not understand you?"

I shook my head and looked away crying. His grip on me loosened after a while. But I was surprised when my hands spontaneously clung to his hand and caressed in a way that I never expected to be able to do with a man!

"This touch of yours is different, Astherielle... I also see a different flame in your eyes even though we are here in the dark..."

My personality is gradually being taken over by my crazy and thirsty trance. I can't hold back anymore...

"You might think... I don't notice the way you look at me... But let me tell you, even if you have ornaments in your eyes, I know when you're looking at me... I know when your attention is on me... I feel you act differently every time I'm there... So I'm going to ask you now... Do you want something from me?"

I stopped breathing. I feel like I'm exploding and about to finish off.

"Before I even get you out of here, I just want to ask, do you... like me, Miss Zuluetevo?"

My eyes widened and then growled. I can feel that my body is a different person now. This is the shadow that I fear the most!

"Sir.."

"Oh..." he muttered softly and grinned at me. "Oh... I can't believe this..." he continued in amazement as I put one hand on the nape of his neck. Urging him to pick me up and take me somewhere.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! I think you're too fast, Miss... So it's true... You like me..."

I closed my eyes again. I just didn't pay attention to that but just enjoyed the heat coming from his body.

"I-I'm sick, Sir..." I managed to say even though I was out of my senses. "I-I know... we're not close... You're just my professor... But I'll admit it to you... I'm sick... I have a... mental sexual disorder called nympo- "

I couldn't continue what I was saying so I stopped. I raised my face, looked him in the eyes, and then took a deep breath. I want to change my entrance so he can understand me better. I just lost so I'll tell the truth.

"I-I a-am a... nymphomaniac, Sir... I'm sick that's why I'm doing this..." I cried at the end. "I'm sorry if I'm acting like this..."

His close eyebrows slowly parted after I confessed that to him.

"I'm trying to fight but I can't... especially now and I don't have my shades... It broke a while ago..." like a child who found an ally to report here. "A-Alright, S-Sir... Before I do anything bad to you, tie me up, or else just handcuff me... I have a pocket, eh... I'm always ready ... It's just a coincidence that the darkness overtook me here... I'm sorry..."

He assisted me in standing up and said, "You what, how accurate is that? When he thought I had regained my footing, he took hold of my hands. He was still in disbelief.

"My eyes are getting blurry, and the only medication I have left in the bag is sleeping pills. Could you please find it and give it to me?"

"Why are you drinking that, are you taking that?"

I yelled in my constricted throat, "D-Because I have no choice but to leave this illness!"

My hand continues to delicately stroke the back of his neck. While I do that, it closes its eyes and groans. In what it was doing to him, my hand appeared to have a mind of its own.

"Of course, there is another way out, Astherielle... I'll help you... You don't have to drown in what you drink to escape that... I have an idea..."

"P-Po?" I'm confused to say.

"It's dangerous to venture into the world with such an illness. Your head will also deteriorate when your system is filled with drugs. Why did you study if you knew you were sick?" He's angry and worried.

"It's for my dreams... It's okay with me even if my head goes crazy... It's okay even if it's hard... I don't want to go back to rehabilitation..."

"No... I have a sister with depression so I know the side effects of the drugs she takes... And you are no different..."

I screamed when he pulled me to the middle of the board. Gasped when I was picked up and made to sit on the table. I clung tightly to his shoulders as he pushed him along with me to the most exposed part of the board. The back of my head and back rested on it.

I literally couldn't move because of his face following mine.

"S-Sir... what are you g-doing?" I am pleased and puzzled by this question. It's just that your emotions are mixed inside me.

"There is no other way out, Astherielle... Why not try it with me?" he said in a breathless voice. And until I realized that he had placed my palms on top of his hard chest.

My longing palms squeezed there. Weak and delicious grunts were the equivalent of what I did to this man. He closed his eyes but then opened them to look me in the eyes.

"You are so beautiful just to lose your mind, Astherielle... Why don't we give you the real medicine for your feelings?"

In an instant, his hands were on the hem of my skirt. His arms help me lift my legs and thighs off the table. And when my feet landed on it, he came closer to me and eventually buried his face in the middle of my breasts.

"Oh..." I seemed to be on fire. Gone. I can no longer be the real me in my body. I have lost.

I willingly spread my thighs to accept what he was doing. I could feel that sticky thing that thickened in my middle as a result of heating. This is how it feels to get out of the hiding cage, it's so good. The feeling is insanely good...

"This is the best way to cure you, Astherielle... Let go and just enjoy it with me... I'll take care of you..." he seemed to promise as his hands crawled into my panty.

"Oh!" I screamed loud when I felt something wide, hard, and long close to my jewel. "Ah... T-The pain..."

I wasn't expecting what happened next. It was so delicious that I lost track of time when he caressed my breasts, which were still hidden beneath my uniform blouse.

"Oh... Sorry, baby... You're... so tight, and you're what? A v-virgin? I t-thought-"

He looked me in the eyes after saying hello to what was happening between me. Despite the pain and pleasure that is felt is the feeling of crying. He must have thought that, because I admitted my diagnosis, I'm a careless woman, it's okay for him to suddenly enter me!

"So... I'm your first?"

As a tear slowly rolled down one of my cheeks, I half-nodded.