Expelled

So intimate. The 27-year-old uses his lips to create a red hickey on Sarah's silky white chest. The man tore off Sarah's clothes because he had trouble getting them off. His libido during intercourse increased even more after he got a good response from the woman he did not know. Sarah surrendered, she couldn't control herself either. Her lust stirred like a gust of lava from the bowels of a volcano, flowing without anyone being able to stop it. Moans of pleasure filled the room. 

***

Sarah opened her eyes. Sunlight streamed in through the windowpane, blinding her eyes. Sarah sat up and felt her body fall apart, tired and helpless. There were so many hickey marks on her body, especially around her chest. Sarah replayed her memories from last night. She remembered spending the night with a man and having intercourse with him. Sarah saw herself under the thick blanket that still covered her body. There was not a single piece of clothing on her body. She looked down and saw her clothes scattered on the floor. 

A knock at the door caught her attention. She pulled the blanket tightly over her body and prepared to see the person who entered. A maid was bringing food and clothes for Sarah. There was also money on the clothes. The maid gave Sarah a dirty look, thinking she was a cheap woman who would sell her body for money. Ralfs left a note for the maid before he left the hotel.

Sarah hung her head in shame. The maid came out after picking up the clothes on the floor. Sarah hurried to put the clothes on the table after the waiter left. She left the hotel with no money and did not eat the food the maid brought. 

When Sarah returned home, her adoptive parents were sitting in the living room with Mia. They looked at Sarah angrily, provoked by Mia's words that Sarah was not a good woman and liked to spend the night out with men. 

Her father Frans pushed Sarah's suitcase of clothes towards them. He kicked Sarah out of the house. 

"Just stay in the woods. Don't come back here. I didn't expect you to break our trust." Frans was disappointed and angry.

"Dad. I don't understand what you mean. I apologize for coming home so late. Last night Mia took me to a bar and gave me drinks until I was drunk. That's why I didn't come home last night," Sarah explained. 

"No, Pa. She's lying!" Mia argued, waving her hands. 

Frans looked at Mia and Sarah in turn. He looked for the truth in their expressions. Frans walked over to Sarah and stood in front of her with both hands in his pockets. Frans asked Sarah to be honest about where she had been all night until she didn't come home. 

"Tell me! Dad won't like it if what Mia says is true," Frans said, lowering his tone.

"Not true. Believe me!" Sarah pleaded. 

Frans looked at Sarah from head to toe. He saw that her clothes were already fruity, unlike last night. Maria, her foster mother, approached her and examined her neck, which was covered with Ralfs' hickeys. 

Maria slapped Sarah on the cheek and pushed her out of the house with the suitcase. Maria closed the door and shouted from inside, reminding Sarah not to return to the house. 

"Mark what I say! Don't ever come to this house again." Maria was angry.

Frans couldn't do anything about it. He felt sorry for Sarah, but he was also disappointed. 

Sarah cried bitterly. 

Katty saw Sarah being scolded by her family. She stood in the courtyard after seeing Sarah's angry adoptive parents through the open door. Katty approached Sarah and gave her a hug. 

"You can stay with me." Katty invited Sarah to stay in her apartment.

***

Katty and Sarah drove to campus. Katty drove, and it was the car her parents had given her. 

Sarah and Katty have been close since last year, since they entered the college in the same major, a major that is rare on some campuses, namely Mythology. 

Today there was a new teacher in their class. Everyone in the class could not wait for the new instructor to arrive, knowing that he was a handsome man and a successful businessman. When the lecturer arrived, everyone was silent as they waited for him to enter the class. 

Everyone gaped in amazement as the man entered, accompanied by two men who were his bodyguards. Sarah frowned at the man from her seat in the front row. The face looked familiar. Sarah's eyes widened in shock as she remembered that he was the man she had seen in the bar bathroom and the man she had spent the night with at the hotel. 

"Oh my..." Sarah looked away. 

"Why?" Katty was confused. 

"No. The scratch on the back of my hand is hurting again," Sarah lied. 

"Put some medicine on it. It'll dry up in a couple of days. But it's strange. It's been three days since the incident, but why are your wounds healing? Could it be a werewolf scratch?" Katty guessed.

In the distance, Ralf's ears caught the sound of Katty speaking. The man looked forward and saw Katty talking to Sarah. Ralfs' exclamation caught everyone's attention and interrupted Katty and Sarah's conversation. 

Ralfs introduced himself to everyone in the class. Sarah still hid her face and occasionally looked at Ralfs in silence. She raised her hand and walked out of the classroom. Ralfs stopped her, the man shouted and told Sarah to look at him. He told Ralfs to lower the book of wolf mythology in his hand that covered his face. Sarah's heart pounded in fear that Ralfs would recognize her. 

"Are you not hear me? If not, get back on your chair. I don't like people who don't listen to me," Ralfs said. 

"Sarah! Put down your book," Katty said in a small voice.

Sarah slowly put the book down. She showed her face with closed eyes and an embarrassed expression.