Lahat ng Kabanata ng Entrapped By My Professor: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Reece clutched at his trousers, not willing to part with the only few clothes left on him. This ought to be a cool night outing, and here he was struggling to keep another off him. The stranger leaned forward for a kiss, but Reece turned away, making his cold lips land on his soft, rosy cheeks. The mysterious stranger could not tell if the boy was blushing from the alcohol effect or the drugs in his system, but either way, he was happy to see those soft cheeks stare at him, fright visible in his pleading eyes. He smirked, slapping the boy right across the face. The pain sent Reece into a frenzy mood, his legs giving way, letting him fall to the cold floor hard and painfully. He wanted to say stop, he wanted nothing but to scream that one word in his face as many times as he could, but his words wouldn't come out, and his mind was nothing less than a jigsaw puzzle. His vision spins as the stranger drags him by his hair, forcing him back on his feet. Reece felt a heart-wrenching pain

Everything passed like a blur. Reece held onto his chest, trying hard to ease the congestion he was feeling from within. He tried feeling his hands, but they did not move. The ground beneath his feet began shifting at a rapid rate, and he breathed heavily, trying to gather himself and his thoughts, but like a submarine, he was not in control. He was moved in whatever direction the walls were closing in on him, and everything turned pitch black. The students shouted, but Aryan was quick to catch the fragile boy before his beautiful self hit the ground. He tucked his hand beneath his legs and carried him bridal style. “Class today is adjourned, and notes shall be passed so you study.” The students all cheered, but some had worried looks on their faces. Reece Mcrocal was not a very common name if it did not come to top students. He aced all his classes and had received the Valiant Victorian almost every other year. He was a complete teacher's pet and an introvert. His classmates walked

Walking into the house he had just left barely hours ago cursing and vowing never to return felt like a joke. Reece was not in the mood to talk or have small talk with the man before him; he was quick to head for the bedroom, not giving Ayan time to say a word. He stripped off his clothes, heading for the bathroom. He was still in so much pain, and having a proper bath did not come easily. Reece walks out of the bathroom, steam still coming off his body. He looks over to the bed where he had left his dirty clothes, and none were there. He carefully looked around the room, and still, there was no sign of them. He did not want to go about searching Ayan’s closet, but staying in a towel was not the best idea either. “Reece… Reece, wake up.” Ayan gently taps Reece's shoulders, waking the cute baby from his little slumber. Reece stirred in his sleep, throwing his legs apart. “Hey, you're naked!!! Wear something,” Ayan urges him, holding the fragile boy up. “Can't I sleep like this?” H

Reece felt his blood freeze within seconds, his throat felt dry, and his words caught up within his throat as much as he wanted to scream and cry out loud. Reece was frighteningly pale, and seconds ticked to minutes; his silence was a call for alarm. He rushed out of the cafeteria, stumbling on his way out. Frida and Clarkson were quick on their heels, chasing after him with a matter of urgency. Reece crashed his back against the locker, sliding down slowly while the words from earlier played in his head like a broken record.“On his 18th birthday,” he kept repeating. He did not know if he should laugh or cry. “It was my 18th birthday too. he raped me… He is a serial rapist” was what he wanted to scream out loud, but the words were sucked up in his throat, too painful to be voiced out. Frida and Clarkson soon caught up with him, but he just stared at them blankly. “Take him to the nurse's office,” Frida said out loud, but Reece only managed to shake his head in denial. “Are you oka

Reece whined and turned, trying hard to find more warmth. His body readily moves to the closest he can feel as he wraps his hands around it. “This will be the death of me if you should wake up and find us in such a position.” Aryan smiles, taking his hands off Reece. The sun was up, and he had called for a day off. Aryan sat up, staring at the boy in his arms, as the memories of the previous night came flooding into his mind… Aryan had a stressful day; walking off campus made him yearn for nothing but his bed. He was too tired to eat or do anything else. Aryan stepped down from his car and walked into his apartment, dragging his tired body along. For some reason, he did not feel as comfortable as yesterday. “I've been waiting,” a voice said from above, making him stop abruptly. He did not like it; his body suddenly stiffened as he tried hard to hide his fear. “You know I hate waiting, brother dear,” came the voice again. Of course, Aryan knew he hated waiting the most, just as he