Semua Bab PROFESSOR SIN : Bab 11 - Bab 20

AMARA'S POV I couldn’t sleep.All night I kept rolling on my bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the heat on my skin. Professor Black’s hand had landed again and again. The memory came back in flashes, the sound of his voice, sharp and heavy with command, the heat that spread through me, the way my body betrayed me with every strike.It was wrong. I knew it. But every time I closed my eyes, I wanted it again.I pressed a pillow to my face and groaned, half in shame, half in need. My cheeks burned hot, and my thighs pressed tight together. The voice in my head scolded me..you’re sick, you’re shameless but another voice whispered back, he made you feel alive, he made you feel wanted.I hated myself for it. And yet I wanted more.I thought of the way he looked at me when I bent over his desk. His eyes dark, full of something I couldn’t name. That look alone kept my heart racing hours later.I turned on my side, hugging my pillow, whispering into the darkness, “I want you… I want you, e

AMARA'S POV My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I heard his voice behind me.“What’s going on here?”Professor Black.I froze. The blonde janitor still had his hand wrapped firmly around my waist. I wanted to push him away, but my body refused to move. Slowly, I turned my head, and there he was..Professor Black, standing tall, his face calm, too calm. But behind that calmness, I felt the weight of something darker. His eyes weren’t just looking, they were burning into me.“Leave,” he said flatly.The janitor let go of me at once, muttering under his breath before walking away. I was left standing there, shaking, but Professor Black didn’t even glance at me again. He turned and walked off, his steps steady, his back straight.No anger. No outburst. Just silence.And that silence was worse than if he had shouted.*********************I went to class, but I couldn’t hear a single word the lecturer said. My eyes kept drifting to the door, wishing he would suddenly appear. My min

AMARA’S POV“On the table. Spread your legs.”The words dropped heavy, low, and dangerous. My body stiffened. My skin burned from the whip, from his stare, from the heat crawling inside me. Still, I climbed onto the desk like he commanded, my wrists bound, my body shaking.I parted my thighs, slow, shame painting me red. The cool air kissed me there, making me shiver harder. I wanted to close them, to hide, but I couldn’t. His eyes pinned me in place, sharp and unreadable.Then his hand reached into his drawer again. He pulled out something dark. A strip of fabric.“Hold still.”Before I could breathe, he tied it over my eyes. Darkness swallowed me. My heart raced out of control. Every sound grew louder. Every breath I took felt too heavy.His fingers brushed my knee. I jerked, gasping.“You’ll stay still,” he murmured, close to my ear. “Or I’ll make it harder for you.”I bit my lip and nodded.Then he touched me again. Slow. Teasing. His fingers dragged up my thigh, barely grazing me

AMARA'S POV I lifted my head slowly, wiping the tears that wouldn’t stop rolling down my cheeks. My eyes widened when I saw who stood in front of me.It was him.The janitor.Not in his blue uniform this time, but in simple dark jeans and a white shirt that stretched across his chest. He looked taller, stronger… different. Almost normal. But I knew who he was.My lips trembled. “You?” I whispered. “What are you doing here?”He didn’t smirk. He didn’t mock me for the lie I had thrown around at school. Instead, he leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, calm, almost gentle.“I came to see my sister,” he said, voice low. “She’s in another ward.”I blinked, confused. That wasn’t what I expected. I thought he would scold me. I thought he would be angry. Instead, he lowered himself onto the bench beside me, leaving a small space between us.“You shouldn’t cry alone,” he murmured. “It makes the pain worse.”His words stabbed me. My throat tightened, and I turned away quickly,

AMARA’S POVThe ride home from the hospital felt endless. The car was quiet, too quiet, yet my ears still rang with my parents’ voices, their insults, their blame. I sat at the far corner of the back seat, my face turned to the window, pretending to watch the blur of streetlights but really just trying not to break down in front of them.We look like a happy family when leaving the hospital…. maybe the happy is there when I'm caved out. I was on my way leaving before my parents stopped me, fortunately the doctor said Nina can be discharge for now.The drive was quite.No one spoke to me. Not my father. Not my mother. Not even Nina, who lay back weakly on the other side, her lips pale but her eyes still sharp. I could feel her gaze, heavy on me, almost accusing.When the car finally pulled into the driveway, I was the first to get out. My legs were shaky, but I wanted to be away from all of them. I climbed the stairs fast, pushing open my room door, and locked it behind me.The silence