Fundamentals Of Pathology (pathoma 2015)

In the hallowed halls of academia, power is never shared it’s taken. Dr. Justin Ellis, known as the CC Terror, rules his lecture halls with a razor-sharp tongue and a gaze that strips away pretense. At forty-three, he is brilliant, ruthless, and untouchable, his presence carved from cold authority and concealed desire. To his students, he is a nightmare in a tailored suit, but beneath the discipline lies a darkness no one dares to provoke. No one except Brenda Stuart. Brenda is everything Justin should ignore young, fiery, too bold for her own good. Her beauty unsettles him; her defiance ignites a hunger he has buried beneath years of restraint. She should be just another student, yet every sharp exchange between them drips with something forbidden, something neither of them can deny. When Brenda confronts him after class, demanding answers for his relentless attention, their clash sparks a dangerous intimacy. What begins as a battle of wills transforms into a seduction dark, punishing, addictive. Brenda discovers that Justin’s lessons extend far beyond chemistry, into realms of dominance and surrender where rules are broken and innocence is devoured. In a world where reputations can be destroyed with a whisper, they enter a secret arrangement of lust, discipline, and obsession. But as desire deepens into something darker, Brenda must decide if she’s willing to give herself entirely to the man who both terrifies and consumes her... Because Dr. Ellis doesn’t just want her mind, he wants her body, her virginity. And Brenda is down for anything.

"I'm a lecturer… You can't do this to me…" Kieran Walsh drops by to ask me a couple of biology-related questions. He insists on making me demonstrate the answer in person. When he grinds against me with that rock-hard and powerful body of his, I can barely withstand the pleasure. "You've never felt such intense pleasure before, have you?" I feel Kieran pinning me on the desk, my legs already parting on their own unconsciously. As for the remaining biology-related questions that he still fails to understand, maybe using my body to teach him isn't a bad idea.

I have always had an almost pathological sense of paranoia. Ever since I was a child, I was convinced that the people around me were out to get me. Back in elementary school, when everyone was lining up for their student ID photos, I flatly refused to have mine taken. I insisted that the district office was going to use my picture for identity theft. The situation escalated so badly that the principal had to personally sit me down and spend half an hour trying to convince me otherwise. Then, there was the fingerprint registration system in middle school. The school required every student to submit their fingerprints to access the campus buildings. I was so terrified that someone would steal my biometric data that I literally rubbed the skin off all ten fingertips to make them unreadable. Even when my fingers were bleeding, I kept shouting that they were trying to steal my identity. I would rather climb over the school fence every day than cooperate. Every relative I had called me crazy. My parents were so fed up that they seriously considered having me admitted to a psychiatric hospital. I did not care. I guarded my privacy with obsessive determination, gritting my teeth and holding my ground all the way up to the eve of the final exams. Then came the day before the exam. That afternoon, our homeroom teacher, Tracy Collins, walked into the classroom carrying a metal lockbox. A warm, motherly smile spread across her face as she set it down on the desk. "Everyone," she said, "to make sure nobody forgets their documents tomorrow, I'd like you to hand over your IDs and exam admission slips for safekeeping tonight." She patted the lockbox reassuringly. "Tomorrow morning, I'll personally return them to each of you outside the testing center. This way, there's absolutely nothing that can go wrong." The class was deeply moved by her thoughtfulness. Some students even looked close to tears as they eagerly pulled out their documents and lined up to hand them over. Everyone except me. My hand clamped down over my pocket so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Cold sweat poured down my back. A sharp alarm bell was ringing in my head. Trying not to attract attention, I fished out a spare flip phone from my bag, ducked beneath my desk, and dialed emergency services. As soon as the call connected, I lowered my voice and spoke into the receiver. "Hello. I'd like to report a crime. My name is Charles. "I believe a teacher at St. Alden High is working with an identity-fraud ring and is planning a large-scale operation tonight involving examination fraud and identity theft."

As I walk out of the emergency room, a woman rushes over to me. "You're a doctor, right? My son scraped his knee. Hurry up and come treat him!" I am about to explain, but she glares at me and questions indignantly, "Isn't a doctor supposed to save people? You have time to slack off, but you have no time to treat my son's wound. Is that it?" She grabs my collar and drags me toward the ward. I try to explain, "Ma'am, I’m not—" But she doesn't listen at all and slaps me across the face. "Not what? Are you blind? Can't you see my son is bleeding? Instead of helping my son, you treat those poor nobodies! If you keep delaying my son's treatment, I won't let you off! "Get on your knees and apologize to him right now! Otherwise, I'll file a complaint and have your license revoked!" I endure the sharp pain and struggle to lift my head. In my five years of practicing medicine, this is the first time I have ever been complained about by a living person. "It's not that I won't treat him. I am a forensic pathologist..."

The college entrance exam began, and I waited nervously for the papers to be handed out. Just as I was about to take the test paper from the invigilator, a floating line of text suddenly drifted across my vision. [Don't take it. The paper is coated with deadly poison. You'll die the moment you touch it.] Before my mind could even process what was happening, pure survival instinct made my hand jerk back. The paper slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground. I stiffly met with the invigilator's lifeless, mechanical eyes. He stared at me without blinking, then slowly bent down, picked up the test paper, flipped it over, and placed it back on my desk. "Good luck on your exam." His cold voice snapped me out of the fear brought on by that strange message. Just as I was starting to think that it was nothing more than nerves playing tricks on my eyes, the exam hall speakers started playing instructions. "The listening test will now begin. Please mark your answers on the corresponding answer sheet. The papers will be collected in 15 minutes. Anyone who fails to submit on time will be eliminated!" A wave of terror instantly overwhelmed me.

Elena Vega’s perfect life shatters when she catches her boyfriend cheating. One reckless night with a stranger becomes her biggest mistake, he’s her new professor. When her ex sabotages her funding, Professor Mateo Sandoval offers a dangerous deal: model nude for his research and get paid enough to survive. But professional boundaries burn fast. His hands linger. Her body responds. Their secret ignites into an affair that could destroy everything they’ve worked for. When the university investigates, Elena faces an impossible choice: lie to save herself, or tell the truth and lose it all. Some lines shouldn’t be crossed. Theirs is already ash.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​