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As the rain poured down on me, filling the hole with water and mud, I looked back on how I had gotten myself into this predicament.
It was just a few hours ago (oh, but it felt like a lifetime) that I was safe and warm, laying in 'his' bed, wrapped in 'his' blankets, enjoying 'his' scent, when I heard the rattling of the doorknob and rushed up to meet my love. I knew he would be happy to see me, how could he not? He had clearly given me all the signs that he was interested. The way he focused his attention on me when I asked a question, the care he put into answering each one, and the praises he gave when I did well on a paper or exam. I knew he also treated the other students with kindness, but I was different from them, he said I was an exceptional talent.
As soon as the door opened I pulled him to me and my lips rushed to meet his without a thought. Closing my eyes, I reveled in the pleasure of his warmth when his lips parted in a gasp, an obvious invitation to let my tongue in.
However, something felt off, were Professor Shen's lips always this plump? Was he always this short?
I heard the click of the light switch to the side as the bulb above me filtered red light through my closed lids. He must have wanted to see me, to share in the passion in my eyes. So, I obliged and opened them for him, letting him see how my emeralds shone for him.
I was met with wide black eyes, so different from the honey brown that I was expecting, that I jumped back in fright to find a strange teen on overalls cursing and wiping his mouth with a frenzy. Did the Professor have a son that he didn't tell us about? No matter, I would do my best to be a fair and loving mother to the boy despite our closeness in age. It was the least I could do for the poor kid, he obviously needed help considering his choice in fashion.
I had just finished telling him so, when movement in the doorway behind him caught my attention. Before I could see more than a leather clad arm, I heard a loud 'SNAP' and my world went dark.
Looking back, I now know why our ancestors feared the wrath of the gods so much. As he glared down at me with a righteous fury, foxfire burning in his eyes and a golden hue surrounding him from the rising sun, I trembled with fear.
He was magnificent.
A god among men. Worthy of worship and praise, for him I would willingly sacrifice my soul.
I could not hear his words over the thundering in the sky and the pounding of my heart, but it was clear, the way he smirked at me around the lollipop in his mouth as he turned, that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
As he left, he took my heart with him, and I vowed.
When I get out of this hole, I will find him and I will make him mine.
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He will be mine. Oh yes. He will be mine.