Crash! Crash! Crash!

She banged on the iron door of the warehouse, hoping someone would open it for her. She was terrified of Mr. Arya's wrath, which seemed ready to devour her alive.

"Help! Help! Help!"

Clara's screams echoed inside the warehouse, but it was useless to scream as loudly as she could. Voices from inside couldn't be heard outside, but voices from outside could be heard inside.

"Scream as loud as you want, Darling! No one will hear your voice because this room is soundproof. Sounds can only be heard from inside," Arya sneered.

He walked towards the girl with deadly steps. Each step made Clara more terrified. Her eyes were already brimming with tears, ready to fall.

"Go away! Stay away from me!" Clara shouted.

She ran away from the psycho man. She wanted to ask her friend, Caca, for help, but she had refused to be accompanied by her earlier. As a result, she didn't know what to do now.

"Run as fast as you can, Darling. In the end, you'll fall into my arms," he said.

"Hahaha!"

Arya laughed evilly, just like a demon. He was indeed a demon in human form, always wanting his ambitions fulfilled. Moreover, the devil had possessed his body, filling his mind with vile thoughts.

Now, Arya was getting closer. The girl stepped back, back, and back again. Occasionally, she glanced behind her, almost at the wall.

"Let's have some fun, Darling."

Arya caught her body. He held Clara's hand tightly, making it impossible for her to break free.

"Let go! Let go, or I'll scream!" Clara threatened, seriously. She tried not to be afraid because the situation she faced was very difficult. She wanted to call someone, but her phone was in the classroom. She wanted to scream for help, but it was pointless.

Now, what should she do?

"Argghh."

Clara bit Arya's hand hard, like a vampire thirsty for blood. Then she stomped on his foot with a strong thud.

"Awww!" the vile man screamed.

Finally, she broke free from her professor's grasp. But this was not good news either, as she was still locked in the room she considered hell.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

Even though her method was foolish, she kept doing it. At least she tried to get out of there.

"Someone please get me out of here! Hey ... help!"

"Damn, girl. How dare she," Arya cursed. He got up and walked towards her.

You could imagine his expression now. He was furious because Clara was becoming more defiant. Fortunately, he had locked the door from the inside, so no one could thwart his wicked plan.

...

"Don't do this, Sir," Clara pleaded, tearfully. She tried to hold his muscular hands from touching her valuable parts.

"Why not? You'll enjoy it, darling."

He continued his vile act, forcing his will upon the innocent girl. He was like a starving crocodile, shamelessly touching Clara's body.

"Don't, Sir. Don't do that, I don't want to. Hiks ... hiks ... hiks ...."

As Arya tried to unbutton her shirt one by one, she cried hysterically. She struggled hard to protect her purity, but the man before her wanted to take it away just like that.

How would she explain this to her parents later? What would her future husband say if his wife was no longer a virgin? What would society say if a girl's purity was taken?

These thoughts kept swirling in her mind. She couldn't move now because Arya locked her body. Even breathing seemed to need his permission.

Her life felt like the apocalypse, and the man before her was like the Angel of Death ready to take her life. That's how it felt to be in her position.

"Don't act so high and mighty, in the end, you wanted to do this with me," he said.

After doing the disgraceful act, Arya smiled contentedly. Finally, his long-repressed desires were fulfilled. His male instinct wanted to do it again, but he had to teach soon, so he stopped his actions.

"Bye, pretty girl! Thanks for your service today. You should become a call girl, you'd be popular. Hahaha."

He left Clara alone, without any concern. He was indeed an immoral man. Despite his status as a professor, his behavior was like a demon.

"Hiks ... hiks ... hiks ...."

Clara could only cry, her purity taken by her professor. She never imagined her life would end up like this.

This felt like a nightmare destroying her life, her future, and ... what about her relationship with Algo? What would she say later?

Suddenly, a light shone into the dark room. The door opened completely, revealing a man whose face she couldn't clearly see.

"Hiks ... hiks ... hiks ...."

She cried while clutching her hands. There was nothing left for her to be proud of. Everything was gone, her dream of becoming a doctor, her dream of marrying Algo, all vanished. Only regret and shame remained.

"Who's in here? Who's crying?" asked the man who opened the warehouse door.

There was only a girl crying while clutching her hands. Arya was no longer there because he had left earlier without caring about the girl he had violated. He was indeed a heartless man.

"Go away! Don't do that, hiks ... hiks ... hiks ...."

"Do what? What happened to this girl? Why is she crying in the warehouse? Moreover, her clothes look disheveled," he murmured to himself.

He decided to approach the girl whose identity he did not yet know because Dev couldn't bear to see a woman crying. He felt sympathy and pity.

Yes ... the man was Devaro Mahardika Sanjaya, a law student and Clara's senior. He was also a friend of Algo, Clara's boyfriend.

"Hey, why are you crying here? If you want to cry, go to the bathroom!"

But the girl cried even louder. She felt utterly horrible, even worse than a homewrecker. She had failed to protect her valuable possession that only her husband had the right to touch.

"Why is she crying even louder?"

Suddenly, a group of students and professors came towards the warehouse. Dev furrowed his brow, confused by their gazes.

"Devaro!!!" shouted Mr. Tirta, a professor from the medical faculty at Manura University.

Dev looked dumbfounded because he wasn't a student who liked to cause trouble.

"You are very outrageous, Dev. Where is your ethics? Is this what you learned while studying here? Your actions could ruin the campus's reputation, do you understand?!"

"What do you mean, sir? I don't understand," he asked.

He scratched his nape, puzzled by what he had just heard.

"You've practiced one of the biology subjects. Still want to deny it?!"

Mr. Tirta was furious, ready to eat Dev alive. His behavior was very embarrassing, disgusting, as the Javanese would say, nggilani.

"Today I do have a practice of dissecting frogs, sir. Is that what you mean?" he asked, dumbfounded. He felt like a fool with no brain.

Meanwhile, Clara remained in the same position, crying.

"Look at that girl, you have tainted her purity! Why are you now acting like a disgusting man?!"

"I didn't do anything, Sir. I just ...."

Before he could finish his sentence, Mr. Tirta interrupted him.

"I received a report from Mr. Arya that you two did something inappropriate in the campus warehouse. You are accomplished students, yet you could do such a disgraceful act!"

"If you still have any responsibility, then marry Clara. Take responsibility for your actions!"

What? Marry? A strange girl? Dev didn't even know who she really was. How could he be accused of such a crime? He was from a respectable family, never taught to do shameful acts like this.

"Damn, that smug professor has trapped me. Bastard," he cursed inwardly.

He wanted to strangle his neck until it broke. How dare he twist the facts? He was the perpetrator, but Dev was the one who had to marry the girl. This was a trap.

The girl was still in the same position, lamenting her bad luck. She hoped all this was just a dream. But ... this was the bitter reality she had to face. Fate was not on her side.