Brat nr. 2's POV:
After the spirit of Christmas times transformed into the mad professor, I soon lost consciousness. The mad professor claims it was because of my injuries, and in any other circumstance I might have believed it, but this was the mad professor himself we are talking about. It's just as likely if not more that he knocked me out himself just so he could prepare some crazy surprise for when I woke up. Which is why I was itching to get the hell out of dodge as I ran for the exit of the professor's dorm room.
That's right. This madman had secretly followed me home, smacked my bastard father in the face, before kidnapping me. And at the end of it all he had knocked me out and dragged me all the way back to the academy and into his room, for unknown reasons.
*bonk*
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH"
"Get back in bed, you brat!"
Before I could reach the exit. I was struck with the wrath of a thousand suns, as the dreaded Pain Stick hit my head. While I was grabbing my head in pain, the boss grabbed me by the leg and dragged me back to his bed. He couldn't be trying what I think he is right. I mean I wouldn't put anything passed that mad professor at this point, but he surely isn't into that. But I soon recalled the stories he told that are still being whispered between the academy girls to date.
"B-Boss! I'm flattered, but the concepts of yin and yang oppose it! Two yang's don't make up for a yin so please stop!"
"The fuck does a couple of fish got to do with anything?"
"BOSS! NO, I DON'T WANT MY FIRST TIME TO BE WITH A DUDE!"
I screamed as I struggled to escape the clutches of this pervert. Hoping beyond hope that someone next door would hear my plea and come to inspect the ruckus I was making. But to my despair, it was too late as I was thrown on to the bed. I closed my eyes waiting for my clothes to be stripped of me and my innocence violated. But instead of being poked by a rod.
"Eh?"
"You may have gotten better over the last months, but you're still not fully recovered so go the fuck to sleep, or else!" He said as he tucked me in, before sitting down at his desk and started doing some paperwork.
Did this unfeeling tyrant just show some compassion? That's impossible. He has been torturing us all semester without a shred of mercy. He used our physical education as an excuse to beat us all to an inch of our lives before healing us, just so he could do it all over again. He had us practice our spells and enchantments on each other in live combat, as he stood there and watched. He taunted us from afar, as he had us trek through the most dangerous mountains in the country. It is absolutely impossible this sadist has a shred of empathy in his body. And why the hell are these blankets so warm, they are making my eyes sweat. And what is this weird feeling I'm feeling. That mad professor must have drugged me. Those were my thoughts as I drifted off to sleep.