Chen had gotten used to his new status as the slut of Senior Alejandro. He had to be available at all times, and he had to satisfy him to the max. He knew this, and he loved.
However, today was a bit different.
Chen had always had one thing in mind: The mission that brought him to this very academy. So, the moment he sensed an opening, he quickly did the necessary.
He sneaked into the Art building, after making sure that Alejandro had left the campus. He needed answer, no matter how small they were.
Initially, the room looks normal, but he notices a slight crack on the wall, behind a painting. He was fast to trace it to its roots. It housed a door which led to an unknown room.
At first, he was hesitant to step into the room, but after a while, he did. The faint smell of dust and old books hit his nostrils. Chen looked through the big room, but alas, something caught his eyes.
A row filled with tapes and written documents. His hearts dropped, especially after he read the contents that covered the files.
It read: 'Do not open. Official use only.'
The first page was filled with unfamiliar faces. Scrolling even deeper, made him uncover an even darker secret.
Some of them were actually pictures of students who had suddenly disappeared.
"Brent Gray... Scott Blue... Annabel Goodman..." He slowly read through the names.
They were many of them.
In all of these things, he noticed a pattern. They all disappeared the same time every year. It was as though this was an annual ritual that lived in the academy.
Chen's heart stopped in fear and bitterness. He realized that it could be anyone turn, next.
"It could be mine," he sighed in disgusted pain. The pain was heavy.
Scrolling through the pages made the discovery even worse.
The missing students were separated. Some were labelled "PETS," while the others were called "KEYS."
At that moment, Chen's heart dropped.
The first issue he had with The Elite Council, was because he refused to be their "PET." Just recently, Alejandro mentioned something which was about him being a "KEY."
His heart instantly became heavy with thoughts. Now, he had touched the dark part of the academy that was kept hidden from the rest of the students. He knew that it was too much to bear.
Another thing seemed to bother him even more. How'd he be able to do something different?
Since all of these missing reports were labelled exclusively, why hadn't the university done anything about it?
How was the scandal kept away from the news and media?
The sudden air that shook the entire place, seemed to displace Chen's mind. It felt like the presence of a spirit was there with him.
His eyes soon caught something unfamiliar.
The chapter 69 of one of the files read:
"NO EYES THAT SEES THIS SHALL REMAIN WHOLE." It was written with bold yet faint Italian font.
Chen felt like his mind was being controlled by the supernatural. This academy seemed normal and accessible to everyone, but it was the direct opposite.
The sound of the dusty wooden door creaking open, sent a huge shive of fear down Chen's spine. He felt dead!
Like... He feared that he had been caught in there.
"Ohh Gracious Heaven... Have Mercy..." He prayed in a shaky voice.
Stepping closer to the door made him realize on thing: It was the wind playing games on him.
Well, he was also wise to take that as a sigh to wrap up his evidence haunting exercise, even though he hadn't seen the main thing: what brought him to the university.
The moment he stepped out of the inner room, his heart dropped. He saw a figure standing behind the door.
"Chen Andrews...!" The familiar figure said his name, and in a bid to protect himself from immediately harm, he ran back into the inner room, where he met the biggest disappointment.
The door had no lock. It couldn't be closed.
"Ohh fuck!" An angry surge of disappointment hit him.
Then, just then, he prepared his mind. He prepared for the worst. He was prepared to die. But, not without a fight. Never!
But... Something changed the plan. The figure stepped into the room with full confidence. He was more familiar than he thought.
"Chen..." He called his name. This time, with more sureness, confidence, and the calm fragrance of a cologne he knew belonged to one person.
Just one...!
"Derrick!" Chen's shaky voice called out. He was unsure, but confident.
Only Derrick had such aura.
"What are you doing here alone, Chen? You're in the most dangerous place to be in this campus. The heart of mysteries and evil," he whispered.
The room fell silent again. This time, they both locked eyes together.
"But, how did you find me here?"
Derrick heaved a deep sigh.
"I knew when Alejandro left the penthouse, and I knew when you ran out. However, I lost track of you. Somehow, I just came here... Because of you. To save you from impending doom," his manly voice echoed throughout the room.
Soon, they were close enough that only their breathes were far off.
"We need to leave here, now!" Derrick's voice thundered, breaking them out of that moment.
What followed next was a soft spank on his ass. Derrick was never going to take it easy on his slut. That was obvious.
"But... Umm... What about Senior Alejandro?" Chen's heart raced, as he asked.
Derrick quickly turned with a deadly glare.
"Fuck that! Fuck that loser! Fuck Alejandro! Now, get going, slut...!" He commanded, and then, the most unexpected thing happen.
Chen tripped over a file on the floor, and a picture jumped out. A familiar one at that.
It was Derrick's picture. It contained all his details, ranging from his age to his bio, to his personal information.
It was stamped with a blood looking red ink. It read: "Termination Attempt Paused!"