“Right? You’re coming with me, right? We only have to wait until dinner. We only have to hold on until then. So… Raymond… Raymond.”I didn’t answer.“You… you’re going to stay here, aren’t you?” Kal said, despair thick in his voice.They’ll definitely take their revenge on me. If I leave in Kal’s car, not only I but Kal will be punished too. From everything I’ve seen and judged of Kal so far, they won’t need much effort to tear him apart and break him. Judy already went through it once—no rape or physical torture, but having her uniform and underwear stolen left its wounds. Judy’s scars will heal with time and be forgotten someday. But Kal…I remembered Simon’s face from earlier today in the dining hall: his porcelain doll–like pallor, no malice or anger in his eyes, just that smooth, expressionless stare as he stared right through Kal. Kal, you’ll be torn to pieces, your entrails eaten, and then discarded without care. Leaving with Kal would have been a stupid, foolish choice.I might not care about Kal’s safety. Whether he lives or dies next is none of my business—I could have stolen his car and run. But I won’t. I still have a task left. Even if I escape this place, I can’t live properly unless I twist the necks of the boys on the top floor. I must kill them. I must snuff out those lunatics.“No, Raymond. No! They’ll kill you… This isn’t a joke. I mean it, you’ll really die…”“Don’t worry, Kal. They’re not planning to kill me—at least, not yet.”Finally, I answered softly. I stroked Kal’s trembling cheek and stood. Kal looked up at me, alarmed.“Stay in the dining hall until dinner. If you get spotted by those bastards, they might hurt you. Enjoy the World Cup final. I’ll see you later.”I strode down beneath the stands. The sunlight was blindingly bright. It felt as though Kal’s fear and anxiety had been lifted from me—strangely light. When I was almost entirely down, I heard Kal’s boots thudding as he raced after me. I stopped and turned. Kal skidded down and grabbed my wrist.“In that case, use my room instead.”Kal spoke urgently. “Remember Eric? My roommate? He failed three subjects and has to stay on campus over break. He’s going out to Goron this weekend… You could just lock the door and hide in my room until then.”He poured out his plan in a jumble. “It’s simple. Go to the staff, get permission, sign the papers—you can swap rooms in no time.”Honestly, I had no intention of switching rooms. But I pitied Kal’s guilt. He’d torment himself about me even after he left Bluebell tonight. It had been my choice to drag him into this. If I could ease some of his guilt, following his suggestion wouldn’t be so bad. So Kal could think he helped me, and maybe that thought would comfort him through the break.I nodded, and Kal’s face lit up. He grabbed my hand and hurried us toward the administration offices. As I followed, I narrowed my eyes at the grand old monastery building—it was an opportunity to scout for another enemy lurking inside.Before break, the school buzzed with students completing various procedures. Kal and I headed straight for the admin office, which was packed. Kal spoke quietly to a nearby staff member, who asked for my name and told us to find Anna—she’d handled my transfer and had some forms for me.We made our way to Anna’s office, but every room was crowded. Just as I was scanning the desks, I recognized a woman working busily at one. I couldn’t help a bitter laugh. Kal looked at me, puzzled. Instead of explaining, I strode past the students—no need to ask around. That woman was Anna. The same who’d given me the green scarf on my first day and stood guard at the girls’ entrance when Judy’s uniform disappeared. I remembered her garish green blouse, ill-suited for security duty. The dorm matron and the admin staff were all in league with them. It wouldn’t surprise me if the teachers were too.Anna was talking to a student at her desk. I stood behind the girl and stared. Anna noticed, met my gaze, then said to the student, “Sorry, but I don’t have a copy of your permit. Come back in thirty minutes—I’ll find it by then.”No hesitation: I dropped into the student’s chair. Kal, clueless, stood beside me and said, “We came because you have the papers to swap dorm rooms over break.”Anna replied mechanically, “You can’t change rooms during break. It’s policy.”“I’ve never heard of that rule,” Kal stammered. “Why won’t you allow it?”Anna said, “It prevents confusion when student numbers fluctuate over break. Sorry. Come back when term starts.”A lie. Easily seen through, but Kal believed her. He looked at me, helpless and defeated. I let him feel it—if Anna saw his desperation, he’d be gone tonight anyway.I should have worried more about myself. They might inform the boys I tried to change rooms—and I could face severe punishment when I returned to the dorm. I could handle that.I watched Anna for a moment, then asked innocently, “Anna, will you be here over the break, too?”“I’ll be staying in the school dorm. I work through break, so come by anytime.”Her meaning was clear: she was always watching. I nodded weakly, stood, and left the office. Only when I’d broken through the crowd into the hallway did my eyes burn with fury.I would have my revenge on all of them, not just the boys but everyone involved.As I stepped into the corridor, Kal grabbed my hand again and started hurrying me elsewhere, still not giving up. He might have other ideas to ease his guilt, and since Anna’s refusal ensured punishment from the boys, I could humor his attempts a bit longer—even though they would all fail.I’d long since abandoned any hope of finding another way with Anna. The web they’d spun was tight and precise. Any flap of my wings would ripple silently through the strands to them.Their web was made of unseen collaborators within the school: the matron, Anna, and who else?It didn’t matter. I needed no one’s help for revenge. Under their web, I was loosening my own threads. Before they even noticed, they’d be trapped—and when they realized it, it would be too late.Kal unexpectedly stopped in front of the headmaster’s office. He pulled from his pocket a stack of photographs—the ones I’d slipped into my bag with Jérôme’s key and forgotten in the dining hall during the blackout. Kal must have retrieved them for me.Seeing Kal brandish them before the headmaster’s door, I understood his plan. I took the photos, stared at the door. Which side would the headmaster take? Ridiculously, I was certain he sided with Jérôme. I sent Kal back; I forced him aside until he stood at the door.“Don’t let anyone know you’re involved with me.”That seemed to terrify Kal. With him frozen, I opened the door without knocking and stepped inside.The headmaster sat at his desk, writing busily. Startled by my sudden appearance, he removed his glasses and looked up sternly. “I wasn’t aware there was a knock,” he said.I ignored him and stood my ground.“What is it?” the old man asked.“Whose permission did you have to enter?”I walked forward without answering. I slipped Jérôme’s key into my back pocket and laid the photos on his desk. The headmaster glanced down, then picked up the top photo—an explicit image of rape. He didn’t look closely but met my eyes. “I asked whose permission you had,” he repeated, puzzled.“Jérôme’s, or Hugh’s?” I said.Even trying to appear calm, I couldn’t hide my shock. I’d suspected the teachers were all in league with them, but seeing it—it was a world apart from my suspicions.I scrutinized the headmaster. He looked at me as if I were a nuisance. In his gaze, I felt naked with shame. Before the stranger who knew every secret, I wanted to sink through the floor. My lips clamped shut; every plan and thought whirled in my head, but no words came.The headmaster studied me in silence, then picked up the photos and put on his glasses. He flipped through them, and I shrank under his ruthless stare. He was at least thirty years my senior—there was no resisting his glare.He thumbed through the images, then clicked his tongue. I jumped at the sharp sound. He watched me, eyes narrowed. “By policy, I’m not involved in Jérôme’s or Hugh’s affairs,” he said, removing his glasses. “I doubt you sought my permission from Jérôme or Hugh.”Unexpectedly, he tried to engage. I could still negotiate—this was not over. My mind cleared. Shame and indignation fell away. I couldn’t let him set the pace. His intentions were irrelevant. I needed to change the tone. He might be close to Jérôme and Hugh; then he’d warn them. I had to make it clear I wasn’t there to spite them—but because I feared them.This could be the perfect opportunity to erase the boys’ suspicions forever. I needed calm, measured words. I had been too brash at first—no knock, no reply. Now I had to show collapse… convincingly.“Please help me,” I said quietly.“Help you escape,” I added, keeping my voice steady.“I can’t do that,” he said leisurely. I sensed the foul amusement he took in this.I forced calm. “You have no idea what’s happening…”“True. I don’t,” he agreed softly. “By design, I’m kept out of Jérôme’s and Hugh’s matters.”My voice trembled. “They… they…”Then, composed: “I can’t endure this any longer.”He said ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) nothing, simply examined my face. I looked down. The silence stretched ominously. I dared to look up at his expression. Desire gleamed in his eyes—a lecherous, triumphant heat as he examined my face, my throat, the space between my thighs.I sensed that whatever conclusion I reached here, I would wind up spreading my legs for the headmaster too. And yet, it felt inconsequential. It wouldn’t feel like being violated. It was nothing. I’d been taken by men ten times over—maybe more. A few thrusts, a few drops of fluid—no big deal. I’d convinced myself it was nothing. So I’d use it to my advantage. If he demanded it, I’d gladly do as he wished. His lust would play into my hands.“They terrify me… sir, I’m so scared I can’t bear it anymore. I just want to go home.”

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