The Demon of the Geology Department

This afternoon I received another note from him. It read, "9 PM tonight, same place."
After reading it, I couldn't help but tremble with fear. He was walking away with his girlfriend, giving me a cold look.
Now I finally understand that being entangled with him is not as simple as being a victim of masochism. A year ago, he threatened me with "Believe it or not, I'll kill you" to force me into having sex with him. In other words, I became his prey the moment I entered Y University.
In the spring of my sophomore year, I endured so much mental and physical torment from him that I've become somewhat numb and accustomed to it; perhaps I've even become a masochist. But I firmly believe I am an innocent victim. Introverted and almost shy, I've never provoked anyone; it was the strong, bullying instinct in my blood that attacked me.
That terrifying night will never be erased from my memory. Ray, a fellow student in the Mechanical and Electrical Engineering department, lured me to the westernmost classroom in the Geology department under the pretext of "inspecting new members." The tall, handsome president of the Pottery Club instantly shed his refined demeanor, punching and kicking me before forcibly penetrating me.
So that was sex… But at the time, I didn't understand the meaning of it, letting Ray torment me in the same classroom. By the time I tried to escape, it was too late.
Ray would kick my legs hard, burn my body with cigarettes, even my private parts… When he went berserk, he would tie me up, stuff disgusting underwear or something similar into my mouth, and insert a penis-like rod he'd gotten from somewhere into my anus. Each time, he tortured me until I thought I was going to die.
His sadistic nature wasn't satisfied with just physical punishment. He mocked me, using vulgar language to describe my miserable state during torture, because I got an erection… He told me to thank God that he still cared about me in this world. I, who was already just ordinary, became even uglier under his torment, while he grew more handsome because of the suffering of others.
Ray made me wear bulky black-rimmed glasses, wear the same clothes every day, and style my hair into a messy bird's nest. I was the object of everyone's pity and contempt. Meanwhile, Ray had many suitors, good interpersonal relationships, excellent grades, and a good family background. Compared to me, he was very satisfied.
I am not a person without self-respect; I have been angry, but when I saw him fail to get a divorce in his previous life, taking all the family's wealth and running away with his lover, my strong-willed mother became seriously ill. She worked desperately, hoping I would go to university and make something of myself. After paying the tuition, I had to work to support myself. Ray had never experienced the struggle of making a living. He could take his girlfriend to bars and teahouses every night, while I had to worry for a long time about how to save a dollar from my daily food.
My biggest hope is to graduate quickly, find a job, earn money to support my family… and get far away from that devil…
“You!—It’s you! Do you still want to work here?! Hurry up and wash!”
Lost in my thoughts, I was suddenly jolted awake. I immediately saw the supervisor’s angry, oily face flashing at me. I panicked and sped up. The entire laundry room was a hive of activity; cups, bowls, and plates were being brought in and quickly sent out like a flowing river. Between 5 and 8 pm, all I could do was wash and wash.
The restaurant where I worked was called the “Louis Grand Hotel,” a three-star luxury hotel. I’d been working there for three months; in other words, I was about to collapse. This job was just too hard. At
8 pm, my shift ended, and I could finally straighten my back. Without even catching my breath, I had to drag my exhausted body to Y University. To save on transportation costs, I jogged through the dark alleys between the buildings, hoping to arrive before 9 am.
Turning an unknown corner, several hands suddenly reached out from the darkness and grabbed me forcefully. I screamed in fright, but only a faint sound escaped before a hand quickly covered my mouth.
"Don't scream! If you scream, we'll kill you!"
Four men, equally desperate for money... I leaned against the cold wall, unable to make out any faces in the darkness.
"I... I have no money..." My voice trembled as I obediently allowed them to search me thoroughly. All I had was a digital watch worth five yuan.
The robbers searched and searched, finding not a single penny, and their anger flared. "Damn it, penniless bastard!" "You stupid idiot, you poor wretch!" They vented their fury on me. I tried to protect my head with my arms, my body gradually going limp under the relentless beatings. I was terrified of a concussion or some other terrible and troublesome aftereffect.
I'm pretty tough; when I was twelve, I fell from a walnut tree over three meters tall, and apart from my feet being swollen and shiny, I was completely unharmed. My injured foot was slowly healing, and I was supposed to be alright...
A hand grabbed my hair and slammed my face against the wall behind me. My nose was the first to suffer, bleeding profusely; then my forehead, which was scraped raw. For the first time, I felt my nose bridge was too high and too flimsy. My eyes stung from the nasal injury, and my stomach clearly felt the impact.
"Ugh..." I thrashed around a couple of times and passed out.
My liver felt like it had been shattered into four lobes... Early March, the warm wind carried the strange smell of the city.
I don't know how much time passed before I woke up. My whole body ached as if it were about to fall apart. With my low platelet count, even the slightest impact left me with bruises. Tonight's injuries were enough to turn me completely bruised.
In my confusion, I found shards of my glasses and watch. Without thinking about my injuries, I immediately leaned against the wall to stand up, clutching my sore spot and continuing on. If I was late, Ray would definitely not forgive me. My fear grew stronger, and I kept wiping the bloodstains on my face, soaked with tears, with the back of my hand. My hair was stuck to my head with sweat.
I kept walking and stopping, relying entirely on my fear to make it to the nearly 1 kilometer mark. I looked like a badly beaten stray dog, constantly thinking about the punishment I might receive. Under the dim yellow light, Y University looked like a monster with its mouth wide open, waiting to devour me.
By the time I finally found the Geology Department, I was completely exhausted. The antique three-story building was the symbol of the Geology Department and the essence of the school's architecture. In my eyes, it was an execution ground, utterly devoid of beauty. I washed my face in the restroom, and because of my headache, I ran my head under the tap for a while. I straightened my torn coat and timidly slipped into the secluded classroom that looked like a basement. Pushing open the door, my fingertips were icy cold with panic. Ray sat upright in the last row of the classroom, his voice devoid of emotion. "Finally here." I stood at the door, wanting to protest but unable to utter a sound. "Lock the door, come here." As if swayed by his voice, I obediently complied. Though terrified, my actions were beyond my control. "What's wrong? Where are your glasses?" "Someone robbed me... I..." I closed my eyes in fear when I saw Ray's hand reach out, thankfully he didn't hit me. "You're bleeding... Does it hurt?" "Yes, a little." "Poor thing." His fingers traced my face, then his hand slapped me hard across the face. This was something he had long promised, and the force of the blow sent me crashing to the desk opposite me. Blood flowed from my nose. "Ray, I'm sorry, I was robbed, please, ah!..." Ray gracefully slapped me a second time. It felt like hundreds of loudspeakers were blaring in my ears, making me dizzy and disoriented. I pleaded desperately, only to receive more slaps in return. "You're an hour late! If I don't leave a lasting impression, you'll make the same mistake again!" "I promise I won't do it again, please don't hit me..."

I cried like a child being beaten by my father, completely disregarding the fact that I was a 20-year-old adult. My sobbing only disgusted Ray more; he kicked me a few times, finally losing interest.
"You're not a man."
Curled up under the desk, I certainly didn't look like a man, pathetically begging for my abuser's forgiveness.
He sat on the desk, kicking the opposite desk. "Get over there!"
I couldn't see Ray's face clearly, but it was definitely a contemptuous and vicious sneer, distorting his handsome face like a demon.
"Didn't you understand?!"
I understood his meaning, so I had to loosen my belt and remove all my lower garments. I'd done this at least twenty or thirty times, but I still felt ashamed.
He wanted to punish me with sex.
I lay on the desk, my face buried in my arms, my buttocks raised high; Ray stood behind me, watching closely, and I trembled under his gaze. I couldn't help but beg him to stop, and he immediately slapped me across the face. I dared not speak again.
Ray gently caressed my front with one hand, his breath on my ear sending shivers down my spine. I was ashamed to find myself erect. "Ray…", I tried to pull away. Ray suddenly increased the pressure, and I, caught off guard by the sudden blow, cried out in pain.
"I didn't expect you to make such a big mistake, so I didn't bring any tools. I really don't know how to punish you,"
he said with a light laugh, seemingly quite pleased. My previously listless member became lively again under his touch, though it still hurt a little. I'm such a pervert, still getting excited in this situation…
My body grew hotter and hotter, and I couldn't help but ejaculate. The liquid that splattered on the desk and Ray's hand smelled of masculinity. I breathed weakly, turning back to give him an apologetic look.
For no reason at all, Ray went berserk after seeing my face. He grabbed my front with one hand, rubbing it excessively, causing me to scream in pain.
"Please… ah!"
I cried out in agony. Ray's member, filled with rage, thrust into my body. The massive impact left me completely drained of strength… Amidst the burning pain, I could still clearly feel the large, hot, hard lump inside me throbbing incessantly, causing even greater agony.
If he hadn't been pressing against me, I would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
Soon, the pleasure from the friction of our genitals against my inner walls made the pain feel like a kind of enjoyment. I cried out in ecstasy, “Ah! Ray… ah!” Ray growled, ejaculating a stream of hot fluid inside me before withdrawing; I, still in a state of arousal, was instantly too ashamed to lift my head.
Ray grabbed my hair and turned me around, his face contorted with rage; up close, I could even see the pores on his face. He roared at me, “Don’t mess up your hair like that! Who gave you permission to show your face?! You slut, how beautiful do you think you are?! I’ve never seen anyone uglier than you!”
I was terrified. He excitedly spit on my face as well.
"Who else would respect you besides me?! You slut, you think you can seduce people with that face?! What do you have to brag about?! Your face or your ass?!"
"No, no..."
"Give you the chance and you'll let every man fuck your ass, listen to that voice that's even more slutty than a whore! You'll die if no man fucks you!"
"No, don't say that..."
My pleas were drowned out by his out-of-control shouts.
"What kind of job are you doing? Selling your ass?! The only thing you can sell is your ass!"
After yelling that, he finally stopped, panting. I covered my face with my arms and collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
At 21, this was the first time someone had ever spoken to me like that; it was also the first time Ray had insulted my profession.
His semen was still inside me, proof of his sins... The bright classroom was now filled only with our panting and my sobs.
I didn't... I didn't do that... I slumped to the ground, suppressing my sobs, only able to hear the air in the classroom. Ray left without looking back after venting his anger. He didn't want to, and wouldn't, know how much pain I was in.
In this foreign campus, I'm an outsider. No one cares. I'm so lonely...

[The End]

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