I know I am not his type but can I trust him? Once again I took a good look at myself and noticed I am wearing the same dress that I had worn yesterday and it confirmed that he didn't do anything to me.

"Are you going to leave or not?" He snarled.

Gulping down, I turned my heels ready to leave the room but I let out a yelp when I felt a piercing pain growing through my body.

I accidentally stepped on the scattered pieces of glass which I dropped before. Blood is oozing through my feet. He rushed towards me but I stopped him by raising my hand which ensued him halt in his midst. I removed the glass from my feet and in no second bucket of blood flowed down but I just walked towards the door not caring the agony a bit.

My main concern is to leave the place as soon as possible. What if he changes his mind and forced me to stay here? No, I can't take the risk. He is bipolar.

Truthfully I

He advised me to stay away from stress because it may lead to severe headaches. He also said not to apply too much pressure on the spot where I hit my head on the road. I complied with all his terms and conditions before taking my leave.

When I reached my room I let out an audible sigh. From tomorrow onwards I need to go to hell where the devil is waiting for me.

When I entered my first class, everyone's head turned in my direction. Arghh!!

What? I am not even late today.

Then why are they looking at me like this time I failed too.

I ignored their stares and walked towards my seats. After the bell rang, the professor entered the class and began to start the session.

When he was about to give us an assignment, a voice interrupted him. I didn't notice what they were discussing or who he was, until everyone's eyes turning towards my side. I noticed the tension between the students and

"I hate it whenever you are with them. I didn't get the opportunity to spend a good time with my doll. Now I got my chance." He added.

"What are you going to do?" I asked in a panicking tone.

"I am taking you to my place and--" An evil smirk formed on his pretty handsome face. "And going to spend some good time with my doll, any problems?" He asked raising his eyebrows mocking me.

When I didn't answer him he lost his patience and dragged me towards his car. "Please leave me," I screamed for help while struggling out of his strong grip, but no one came.

When we were about to reach his car I heard heavy footsteps and some hope-filled my heart but it vanished right away as how fast it came when I saw who it was. It's him, the second arrogant. He pretended like he didn't see anything and jogged away.

Heartless fellow!!!

"Why are we wasting our time?" Karl shoved me inside his car like 

I know I am not his type but can I trust him? Once again I took a good look at myself and noticed I am wearing the same dress that I had worn yesterday and it confirmed that he didn't do anything to me.

"Are you going to leave or not?" He snarled.

Gulping down, I turned my heels ready to leave the room but I let out a yelp when I felt a piercing pain growing through my body.

I accidentally stepped on the scattered pieces of glass which I dropped before. Blood is oozing through my feet. He rushed towards me but I stopped him by raising my hand which ensued him halt in his midst. I removed the glass from my feet and in no second bucket of blood flowed down but I just walked towards the door not caring the agony a bit.

My main concern is to leave the place as soon as possible. What if he changes his mind and forced me to stay here? No, I can't take the risk. He is bipolar.

Truthfully It's hurting a lot whenever I take a step for that I couldn't walk properly. Somehow, I reached the r

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