"Little girl, you've got quite the nerve, following me like this?"
A man's deep, magnetic voice cut through the darkness, laced with irritation and a hint of amusement.
The night enveloped the bustling city, leaving the campus eerily silent.
I, a young university student in the prime of my youth, found myself wide awake.
Through the window, I caught sight of my handsome, mature Senior sneaking out late at night.
His tall, slender figure looked mysterious and alluring under the dim lights, as if hiding some unspeakable secret.
Overcome by burning curiosity, I quietly trailed after him.
The night breeze brushed past, sending a chill down my spine, and I instinctively hugged my arms tighter.
Rows of streetlights cast long shadows along the deserted campus path, stretching his silhouette even further.
The cobblestones beneath my feet glowed faintly under the light, each step sending tremors through my heart—equal parts thrilling and terrifying.
My mind raced with wild guesses about why he'd leave so late, my thoughts a tangled mess.
Yet, in a secluded corner, he abruptly sensed my presence.
Before I could react, he turned with the speed of a predator, his movements so swift I barely had time to blink.
He seized my wrist with a grip so tight I yelped in pain.
"Ah! Senior, that hurts—" My cry pierced the night's silence, only to be swallowed by the darkness.
Showing no mercy, he dragged me into a hidden room.
With a heavy thud, the door slammed shut, plunging my world into pitch-black nothingness.
The darkness clung to me like thick ink, suffocating and oppressive.
The musty air hinted at years of neglect, as if this place had long been forgotten.
"Senior, what are you doing?" My voice trembled with fear and confusion, tears welling in my eyes.
The sound echoed helplessly in the confined space, small and fragile.
"What am I doing? You reckless little thing, walking right into the lion's den." His voice dripped with menace, every word a blade of ice stabbing into my heart.
His tone was laced with fury, sending uncontrollable shivers down my spine.
I felt him step closer, his measured footsteps reverberating in the cramped room, each one a hammer to my chest.
My back pressed desperately against the cold wall, the only anchor in this nightmare.
The chill seeped through my thin clothes, making me shudder.
My heart pounded so violently I feared it might burst.
"Senior, please... let me go." My plea was choked with tears, desperation and terror thick in my voice.
I wished this were just a bad dream, that I could wake up and escape this horror.
Tears blurred my vision, deepening the suffocating darkness.
"Let you go? Not that easy." His breath was hot against my face, carrying an unshakable dominance.
I tried to turn away, but there was nowhere to hide.
His presence felt like an invisible net, trapping me completely.
Suddenly, he braced an arm against the wall, caging me between his body and the cold surface.
I could feel his warmth radiating against me, sending my pulse into chaos.
His chest pressed close, his heartbeat erratic and wild, as if barely containing some primal urge.
The proximity was overwhelming—I could hardly breathe.
"Little girl, you know how dangerous this was tonight, don’t you?" His voice was a low, hypnotic murmur, curling around me like a spell.
It was laced with something dark, pulling me toward an abyss.
"Senior, I... I was just curious," I stammered, my voice shaking beyond control.
The words sounded feeble in the heavy silence.
"Curious?" He let out a humorless chuckle. "Curiosity kills." The sound was eerie, bouncing off the walls and amplifying my dread.
His free hand traced my cheek, fingertips scorching my skin. "But since you’re here, you’re not leaving so easily."
His touch sent waves of panic through me.
I flinched away. "Senior, stop this!" Fear and defiance bled into my voice.
I twisted, but the space was too tight—there was no escape.
Undeterred, his fingers trailed down to my neck. "Such soft skin... hard to resist." His voice was thick with hunger.
"Senior, don’t!" My scream was sharp with terror, ringing hollow in the room.
"Don’t?" He yanked me closer, lips grazing my ear. "Too late for that." His words were absolute, leaving no room for refusal.
Then his mouth crashed onto mine. I fought wildly. "Mmph—let go!" My pushes were futile against his strength.
I writhed, but his grip was unbreakable.
"Be good," he muttered between bruising kisses.
When he finally released me, I gasped for air, as if surfacing from drowning. But relief never came—only dread and humiliation.
Slumped against the wall, my body trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming.
"Senior, you’ll regret this," I spat, voice raw with fury and despair.
Despite the fear, defiance hardened my words.
"Regret?" A cold laugh. "I don’t know the meaning of it."
His eyes held a deranged glint, as if sanity had long fled.
"This is a crime!" I shouted, the words echoing uselessly.
"Crime?" Madness flickered in his gaze. "In this room, I make the rules."
Hopeless, I shut my eyes. "Why... why would you do this?" The kind Senior I knew was gone—replaced by a monster.
My voice was laced with deep confusion and pain, desperate for a reasonable explanation.
He remained silent for a moment, as if lost in thought. "From the moment I first saw you, I couldn't control myself," he said, his tone tinged with helplessness and inner turmoil.
"That's a lie!" I shouted hoarsely, my voice breaking. "This is just an excuse—your desires are driving you."
I refused to believe his words. It was all too sudden for me. After all, someone as handsome as him—how could he do something like this? What kind of twisted preference was this?
