Chapter - 182
In the lecture hall, an eerie silence hung heavy, broken only by the occasional cough or shuffle of papers. gan's frustration was palpable as she sat in her chair, her face a canvas of pent-up anger. With a sharp thud, her hand collided with the desk, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil.
The tension in the room crackled like electricity, drawing the attention of everyone present. Professors and students alike turned their gaze towards gan, their curiosity piqued by the sudden disruption. Whispers fluttered through the air like startled birds as they watched her, their eyes tracing her every movent.
gan's voice, though low, cut through the silence like a knife, "Can't you see what's at stake here? We entrusted them with the safety of this classroom, and they let us down!" Her words reverberated in the hushed hall, carrying the weight of disappointnt and frustration.
The other professors exchanged concerned glances, recognizing the depth of the situation. The usual strongest, bold and evil gan seed to unravel before their eyes. Whispers of confusion, swirled through the room as students exchanged puzzled looks, trying to make sense of the drama, which took an unexpected twist.
In the tense atmosphere of the room, gan's frustration cut through the silence like a jagged blade. Her words, dripping with venomous anger, echoed off the walls, demanding attention.
The air hung heavy with uncertainty as the professors scrambled to defuse the situation, their attempts at placation falling on deaf ears.
But gan was beyond reason, her emotions a whirlwind of fury and betrayal. With each word, her voice rose, a crescendo of indignation that threatened to engulf the entire room.
Her voice raised with a mixture of anger and frustration as she recounted the monts.
"Damn it! What these guards were doing? Useless shitty girls, they let so assholes waltz in and screw everything up! Who the hell was to chose them for the security?", gan showed her red eyes, turning towards the professors, with heat of query burning inside her.
"Miss gan, it was but trust those girls were stronger as compared to anyone else. Whoever the guy was, he must be a pro level player.", one of the professor said, trying to divert her attention from destroying him into pieces for making a wrong selection.
gan's rage burned like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path as she glared daggers at Tyler, who sat before her, a re shell of his forr self, naked and trembling.
The room was heavy with tension, suffocating in its silence broken only by gan's furious words. "Who the hell was that bastard?" she spat, her voice a venomous snarl. "I'll tear him apart, limb by limb!"
Tyler, drained and defeated, slumped in his chair, his body a battleground of bruises and scars. Every movent was agony, every breath a struggle. He could barely muster the strength to lift his head, let alone defend himself against gan's accusations.
His skin, once smooth and unblemished, now bore the marks of a savage encounter, the purplish-red hues of bruises mingling with the angry scars of battle. Each fold of flesh told a story of pain and suffering, a testant to the brutality he had endured.
And as gan's tirade continued, Tyler listened in silence, the weight of her hatred pressing down on him like a leaden blanket. He wanted to plead his innocence, to beg for forgiveness, but his voice was lost in the sea of agony that engulfed him.
In that mont, all he could do was endure, his spirit broken, his body battered, his innocence lost to the cruel whims of fate.
"Tell you motherfucker, I'm asking it again and again. I swear this is the last ti I'm asking you to confess the truth, else trust you will have to sit here all your life begging for to kill you. But you know . I hold a grudge for a long ti." With a swift motion, gan's hand cracked across Tyler's face, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot.
Tyler's head snapped to the side, his cheek burning with the imprint of her palm.
But Tyler remained silent, his spirit broken and his will shattered. He didn't even flinch as gan unleashed her fury upon him.
gan ripped Tyler's hands apart, leaving him defenseless and vulnerable. With a swift kick to the chest, she sent him crashing to the ground, his body crumpling like a puppet with its strings cut.
"I don't have ti to interrogate this fool. I know he would never accept his deeds. It's completely waste of my energy and ti. Hang him here only, no need to free him. Let's find so other clue.", gan yelled like a mad dog.
The professors and students cowered under her wrath, shrinking back like scared mice in the presence of a hungry cat. gan's rage was palpable, a storm brewing in the pit of her stomach, threatening to unleash chaos upon them all.
"And you lot," she barked, turning her fury towards the other girls, "Get off your asses and check those damn caras. I want every inch of this place under surveillance, clear as crystal."
But just as the girls began to scurry away like frightened rabbits, gan's voice cut through the chaos once more.
"No wait! I'll have the look at the cara personally. You all go and search for any clue in the corridors, classrooms, library, garden and every where around this campus. No corners should be left. And rember, anyone who ever tried to act smart, will be killed with no parts of body left as an evidence. Now leave!", gan yelled at them in rage.
The students getting the heat of he situation and afraid of her anger, left the lecture hall imdiately without any further delay. They rushed to the corridors to find if soone was hiding there, in the classroom if soone was suspected, in the canteen of soone was enjoying his al anxiously.
While gan angrily looked at the professors.
"You better handle this punk properly. He won't even get a sip of water until he spills his guts. Got it?" gan's voice crackled with intensity as she issued her command, her gaze piercing through the air and landing squarely on Tyler, sprawled out unconscious on the floor.
"But Miss gan, that's... that's extre," one of the professors interjected, his voice tinged with concern.
gan whipped around, her fury unchecked. "I don't give a damn about niceties! None of you are my concern. You follow my orders, or you can exchange places with this bastard. I will be more than happy to do it."
With those words hanging in the air like a thunderclap, gan turned on her heel, her figure swathed in the elegance of her skirt. Each curve of her back seed to writhe with determination, a testant to her unwavering resolve.
The fabric of her shirt cascaded over her smooth, glistening skin, accentuating every contour of her form. It was as if she commanded the very air around her, a force to be reckoned with.
gan left the lecture hall, shutting the door behind angrily. The sound echoed the entire classroom, leaving Goosebumps over the skin of the professors.
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gan strode into the security room with the confidence of a queen entering her court. The guards' eyes practically popped out of their sockets at the sight of her, their jaws hanging open like rusty gates. But as soon as gan spoke, their eagerness lted into confusion.
"I need to check the CCTV footage of the new building," gan declared, her voice cutting through the air like a whip crack.
The guards exchanged uneasy glances, shifting uncomfortably in their seats. One of them, a burly fellow with a bushy mustache, cleared his throat nervously. "Sorry, Miss. But we cannot do that. We need the dean's permission for that."
gan's patience, already thin as a strand of spider silk, snapped like a twig in a hurricane. Her anger, simring just beneath the surface, bubbled over like a pot left unattended.
"Listen up," she growled, her tone as icy as a winter storm. "I don't take no for an answer. Now, either you let see those caras, or you'll be explaining to the dean why you let a little thing like protocol get in the way of my business."
"Do you want your resignation from the job? Don't you know I can do anything? ", Saying this, gan trapped his collar and pushed him against the wall squeezing his head against it.
"Miss, but….", the guard still tried to deny her.
"I think you want more of it.", saying this gan took out her phone and dialed dean's number.
The call was received and Dean was on the other side.
"Hey, Dean. Yeah, there's a bit of a situation here," gan replied, her mind racing as she formulated her plan.
Muting the call, gan turned to face the security guard with a calculated innocence that sent shivers down their spine. "Excuse , sir," she began, her voice trembling just slightly for effect. "I need your help. This security guard," she gestured toward the bewildered figure, "he's been... uh, harassing . Sexually."
The guard's eyes widened in shock as gan spun her tale, her words dripping with a deceptive sweetness that belied the venom beneath. She played the part of the innocent victim flawlessly, a wicked smile dancing on her lips as she watched the guard's reaction.
The other guards nearby exchanged nervous glances, unsure how to react to the sudden accusation. The air crackled with tension as gan's words hung in the air like a guillotine blade, poised to co crashing down.
"Please, Miss gan, I swear it's not what you think," the guard stamred, his voice tinged with desperation as he dropped to his knees before her. "I have a family to support, kids to feed. I was just following orders, I swear. Please, don't ruin ."
gan's smile widened at the guard's pleading, relishing the power she held in that mont. But behind her facade of innocence.
gan cut the call, saying, " Then you better know your place. A nobody dares to refuse ?" gan had shed away any pretense of acting nice.
Saying this, gan pushed him away and opened the footage of the CCTV.
Since, there was no caras installed in the old building of the campus, where gan was performing those shitty piece of actions. She decided to check the footage from the new building, hoping to find any clue if soone was from the college campus itself.
gan scrolled the cursor, for the next ten seconds and replayed the footage again and again , in order to avoid any missed out clue.
In the footage, gan saw Tyler was heading towards the old building. And after an interval of few seconds, she could see Rick also following behind. But he did not really got her attention as there were quite a few.
But since there was no caras in the old building, she got no hint of assurance. Only an air of doubt and confusion hung, heating up the atmosphere as she continued to look through different caras. And by the end of the last cara that was there leading to the old building, she had brought down the possible suspects to three guys.
"Who are these all? Are they planning sothing? How did they slip out of my hands? Uhh .. Damn it.", gan clenched her teeth, taking out her phone she rung one of her students.
"I want you to find out about three boys. I will send you their photos," gan sounded a bit angry with a cold staring eyes at the screen consistently.
And with that she ended the call, took photos of the possible suspects and sent it to the girl she was on the phone with. After she was done, gan left the security room, slapping the guards, to vacate her rage from inside her. The guards were startled and exchanged their gazes with each other, confusingly.
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