[TW: this chapter contains content some readers may find offensive. Viewers descretion is advised.]
"My name is Mary, what's yours?"
"Williams. Am I supposed to help you with something?"
"Ah not really, you're very good looking." She said smiling softly, twirling her hair.
"Thank you." His face flushed.
"Can I have your number so we can talk sometime?" She requested, tucking her hair behind her ears and leaned closer to reveal her large chest, seductively.
He let out a forced cough diverting his eyes awkwardly. "I would really like to, but there's someone I like. You're a beautiful girl though."
— — —
Glen and his female partner crouched down, taking photos of the fishes in the lake intently.
"What's your name?"
The girl abruptly asked interrupting him. He didn't expect that she'll try talking to him since they've been quiet from the beginning.
"Glen."
"I'm Claire."
She said and continued with her photos of the lake surroundings with multiple capturing sounds.
"Im going over there, when you're done you can join me." She said pointing at the direction.
"Sure."
He responded and continued with his capturing, going through his gallery with each clicks. He wandered a bit far close to a rock when he saw a gecko on it and hid behind a tree to sneakily take some photos without scaring the gecko away.
A large shadow suddenly towered over him while he was crouched down, obscuring the light that reflected on the gecko and it ran. Perturbed, he looked up behind him to see Mr Roy standing there menacingly.
Glen's eye widened and his pupil dilated. He hitched with a heavy thud to the ground and dropped his camera.
"I was wondering where you went." Roy said, his lips angling into a menacing grin.
He was sweating profusely like he just ran a marathon and stepped forward— approaching Glen as he tried to crawl away disturbed.
"D-don't come closer."
Glen's heart thumped rapidly—so many vulgar things that the lecturer could do to him flooded his mind as he tried to Get on his feet, but the lecturer was not about to let him slip away for the second time. He clutched his wrist strongly.
"Let go!"
Glen yelled but the lecturer shut him up with his big hands. His screams muffled, he swayed and struggled but the lecturer constrained him down with his weight.
He had literally made a mistake to think he should let his guard down just because he was with someone earlier.
His eyes teared up—filled with fear.
— — -
Meanwhile, Williams was still on his chitchat with Mary, they seemed to get along pretty well, even though they just met.
"Senior Williams!"
A female voice suddenly interrupted their conversation.
They both turned towards her direction as she approached them; it was the female student that Glen had paired up with earlier.
"Mr Roy says you should set his brushes in his bag."
"Give it." He collected the brush set from her and placed it inside Roy's bag when he suddenly noticed Glen wasn't with her.
"Huh? Where's Glen?" He looked behind her enquiring.
"Ah, I left him at the lake a while ago. He should probably be around there."
"I should go check out what he is up to, he's my personal student." Williams got up and picked up his camera. "Claire help me watch the table, I'll be back shortly.
"Wait, you still haven't given me your number."
Mary rushed in seeing Williams was about to slip.
He paused and turned his head towards her. "I'm sorry, perhaps if we ever run into each other again I'll consider." He beamed her a smile and hastily strode off.
"What a bummer." Mary mumbled discontented with a sullen look.
— — -
Williams wandered around the lake but he didn't see any sign of Glen, he wanted to yell out his name but thought it'll only draw unnecessary attention. He continued to search instead and came across a spot on the gound that looked like it had been disturbed by struggle.
His eyes then caught Glen's bracelet barely showing from underneath the scattered soil, he picked it up anxiously.
What the? This is Glen's bracelet…
He immediately became perturbed and sprung to the direction of the trails left on the grasses and the soil.
— — —
"I didn't want to hit you, but you're not complying!" The lecturer yelled at him pinning him down more firmly.
"Please, stop!"
Glen struggled relentlessly—whimpering, his shirt have been torn, his pale skin smeared with blood from his nose and mouth, both of his hands were restrained above his head while on the itchy grass.
The lecturer tried to undo his zipper—grunting like a pig.
"Your skin, it's beautiful."
— — -
As Williams approached a large bush far from tourist attraction, he heard muffled screams and groaning noises. He gingerly approached the direction of the noise.
His pupil dilated filled with disbelief when he saw the lecturer on top of Glen, his clothes have been ripped—his face mottled with tears and blood from his nose and corner lips.
"What?"
A muderous feeling emerged inside of him. He abruptly pulled the lecturer by his shoulder and assailed his face with a loud and painful punch.
The lecturer lurched to the ground with a heavy thud—groaning in pains. Williams pounced on top of him assailing him with more heavy punching sounds, bellowing.
"The whole school will come to find out about your disgusting behavior! I promise."
He continued to punch him continuously— groaning loudly with every whang. Glen abruptly clung to his hands, halting his remaining punches. "P-Please stop!" He said trembling.
Williams blinked as though he had come back to his senses and got off the lecturer grasping Glen into his arms whilst he whimpered and trembled like a leaf, cowering onto his chest.
The lecturer groaned, sluggishly getting up on his feet and spat out the blood in his mouth.
"Go ahead. Tell the school what I did, where's your evidence? And who would believe such vulgar and unbelievable story?"
"You crazy fucker!"
He got up about to assail another punch but Glen clutched his hands once more, obstinately—shaking his head anxiously. He didn't want anyone else to find out he was being sexually harassed, otherwise it'll be a shame to him.
The lecturer giggled contemptuously and continued. "I was so close to getting what I wanted, fuck!"
Williams balled his fist, trembling in rage and let out an incredulous laughter. "I can't believe I've been smiling with a monster for the years that I've been here. People like you disgust me!"
He stepped closer to the lecturer and raised his fist violently—startling him before bringing his fist to stop at his face. The lecturer staggered backwards frightened.
Willaims calmly brushed the dust of Roy's clothes patting his shoulder in a manner that says he had everything under control.
"I'd watch my back if I were you." He towered over him slanting closer and smiling menancingly, he continued. "If I ever catch you close to Glen ever again, I promise you, I'll make you regret ever laying your hands on what's mine."
He whispered to Mr Roy's ears causing him to become petrified.
Everything was quite baffling for Roy too, Williams always had a soft smile on his face and looked like he could never hurt a fly, but as of the moment his threats really got to him.
He returned to Glen covering his over his head with his jacket and lifted him up like a princess in still trembling in rage.
Glen stuttered and swayed abashed. "I-I can walk by myself."
"Just stay still." He mumbled with a grimacing expression, intimidating Glen and he just went still.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He muttered to him self gritting his teeth and he strode off.
— — — —
He carried Glen out of the park and the way that he carried Glen on his arm drew a lot of attention. Some students began to look concerned.
"Senior Williams, what happened?" Claire asked anxiously.
"Glen's having a bit of a health issue right now. Mr Roy should assist you guys from here on, I have to take him to the hospital."
"Okay…"
Glen felt lucky that the jacket was covering his face, otherwise he wouldn't be able to look them all in the face again after the embarrassing moment.
— — -
Williams took Glen to his house for the first time, it's not like he was seriously injured in the first place that he would need to see a doctor.
He carefully let Glen down on his bed. Glen gripped the jacked over his shoulder nervously, still feeling ashamed of what happened to him earlier.
Willaims went inside his drawer and brought a first aid kit.
"Take off your clothes." He said.
Even though Williams said it innocently, to Glen it felt like another sexual harassment. He grasped onto the jacket tighter feeling hesitant.
Willaims lets out an exasperated sigh and continued. "I'm trying to treat your bruises."
Glen faltered and took of the ripped shirt abashed, revealing his pale slender body. His nipples were red as if they were blushing.
Williams averted his eyes abashed and sat down close to him dabbing his bruises with a cotton wool and ointment, Glen hissed and winced from the stinging sensation.
After Willaims had finished dressing his wounds he gave him a clean Tshirt to change into. Their demeanor was awkwardly quiet for a few seconds until William broke in.
"Since when did you have to put up with Mr Roy's behavior?"
Glen was already traumatized enough, he instead fiddled with his hands nervously.
"T-the first…day we went for our practical lessons." He faltered.
"Why didn't you say anything?!"
He continued his speech with a yell causing Glen to flinch.
"Behaviors like that disturbing and disgusting! And the perpetrators of such behaviors should be punished!"
"I-I'm sorry…" he suddenly bursts into tears hanging his head even lower. He continued. " I thought you wouldn't believe me, and I didn't want anyone knowing…I went through that…worst of all…they might not believe me and may think I made the whole story up."
He continued with his sobbing, wipping the the tears that were falling down from his face and wetting his pants.