Chapter 27

Peterson was shaking in anger while his arm remained stretched out towards Prof's face.

He knew he caught him off guard. He knew he didn't expect his punch, but why?

"Hey, hey…"

The voice was chilling cold.

Peterson widened his eye as he felt his fist being gripped on so tightly. He tried to retract his arm, but it was to no avail.

"I was just kidding, you know?"

Prof, who was supposed to be punched, is now gripping on Peterson's fist so tightly. He managed to stop the punch with his palm and is currently refusing to let go.

He was gripping so tight that Peterson felt the blood leaving his fist.

When he lifted his head, he suddenly regretted the fact that he even tried to raise his hand towards this man. His anger immediately faded away and all that's left was fear.

"Hey, kid… you shouldn't raise your hand to someone who's older than you. You should know that much, ah?" Prof looked extremely cold right now.

He looked like someone who is ready to break his arm at any moment.

Compared to his lousy bully act earlier, he looked more terrifying now that he had a small smile on his lips while looking down on Peterson with his chilling gaze.

"I… I…" Peterson didn't know what to say.

He felt so small in front of this man.

He was ready to receive his death, when suddenly, his knight in shining armor appeared.

"Don't get so worked up, you old geezer."

In Peterson's eyes, Jill looked like an angel who came down from heaven. But that image of an angel immediately disappeared when Jill tilted his head to look at him.

"Let these lowly students of yours take care of it."

He looked even more vicious as he made sound from his knuckles.

Peterson shuddered at the thought of his bones cracking while imaging Jill punching him with those heavy-looking knuckles. Jill looked ready to make a punching bag out of him.

Chess, who was watching from the side, sighed.

He's thinking of Prof's actual age.

From what he remember, Prof is 34 years old. Then this man, Peterson, is 25. There's a 9 years age gap. It's kind of understandable why Prof got angered like that.

He's truly old for his appearance.

Even he, if he wasn't told about Prof's age, would have probably thought that Prof was just the same age as him. Maybe a little older, but not that old.

"Ah! I'll hold him, I'll hold him!" Aoi sounded so happy while he said those words.

Before Peterson could even react, Aoi had already seized him from the back. Aoi slipped his arm below Peterson's shoulder and had overlapped his legs over Peterson's. In that position, he had completely apprehended Peterson who couldn't move an inch.

Aoi looked like a snake who found his prey.

'This kid! Even though he's small!' Peterson shouted inside his head.

Aoi just grinned, clearly enjoying his job.

Reis then acted afterwards.

It was nothing special. He just lifted his hand and covered Peterson's eyes. With that action, Peterson stilled while sweat started to cover his entire forehead.

"W-what…" he stuttered.

Reis just clicked his tongue as he made sure that Peterson couldn't see through his fingers.

"You know, when people couldn't see, their senses doubles. Sometimes, it even triples. However…" Reis trailed off his words before lifting his other hand.

He used his free hand to slightly caress Peterson's arms, which was being restrained by Aoi. He used his nail and the sensation that Peterson felt wasn't the least bit ticklish.

It was terrifying. He felt goosebumps.

He felt like a knife was brushing against his skin. Reis liked that frightened expression on Peterson's face, making him even press his nail deeper.

"You see, because of those heightened senses… people ought to overthink. You understand the feeling, don't you? It's exactly how you feel right now. What do you think? Am I caressing you with a nail? Or maybe… a knife?"

Reis's threat was exceptionally effective as Peterson started to shudder even more.

Chess knew at one glance that just a little bit more of push and Peterson would already break. It was interesting to watch.

"Maybe we could use that thing?" Kane's comment didn't help at all.

'That thing? What thing?'

Just like what Reis said, Peterson started to overthink.

Everything was dark. He couldn't see anything.

All he could do is listen to their scary words and feel this extremely eerie feeling on his skin.

And then, suddenly, the caress on his skin stopped.

'It's over!' he thought.

But…

[Shing]

'W-what's that sound?'

[Shing][Shing]

'A… a scissors?'

"Hey, this is sharp…" it was one of the people surrounding him.

And then there's that sound again.

[Shing]

It definitely sounded like a scissors being played!

'But… it's too loud to be just a small scissors… then, perhaps… shears?!'

"W-wait!"

Peterson started to panic as soon as he felt something touch his skin. It was cold and solid. Just like a metal.

'I knew it… shears!' he yelled inside his head.

However, he didn't have the courage to shout that out loud.

His body was shaking so hard that he couldn't even speak properly, what more of shouting? He can't imagine the things that these people would do to him with the shears!

"W-wait… please…"

The people around him started to shake as well. But it was for a completely different reason.

They were all laughing at Peterson.

Even Syn, who was the farthest, shook his shoulders as he chuckled lightly. He was in sideways as he supported his hand with his arm. He was looking so relaxed while watching a funny 'entertainment' show.

Jill, who was the shakiest one, started to laugh out loud. It was just for a short second because Cale immediately shut him up, but his laugh caused more fear to the already terrified Peterson.

'He's laughing at me… he's probably thinking of ways to cut me up!' Peterson's imagination started to wander.

The images inside his head became more and more violent, until he could no longer take it and had already started to cry, especially when he felt that 'thing' moving towards his precious area.

"Fine! Fine, I'll talk!" he shouted.

Reis immediately removed his hand covering his eyes with the fear of coming in contact with Peterson's dirty tears.

Reis immediately scowled when he saw that his palm was a little bit wet.

"Alright. Tell us what you want, why you're here, and who sent you. Hurry." Prof looked like he was still sulking about the fact that someone had almost hit him earlier.

But it was all fine now. The horrified face of Peterson was enough to appease him.

Soon enough, Prof was back to his usual self. And Peterson started to talk.

"I-I was here to spy on you…" he started.

Silence ensued in the whole classroom. Everyone's faces turned serious.

Cale rolled back to his usual place, the corner of the room, while Syn laid his back on the couch as he covered his eyes with his arm, looking like he's about to go back to sleep. Kane also stood up and had gone back to the door frame and stood there, facing inside.

Aoi remained on his snake-like position.

On the other hand, Jill, who was hurt, was attended by Reis. His hand was being showered with alcohol with no mercy.

"That hurts, you!" Jill screamed but Reis just glared at him.

"I won't bandage you until you properly disinfect that hand of yours first. Such a gross thing to do." Reis commented pertaining to Jill's act of licking his wound.

Jill just ignored and directed his gaze at Chess who was quiet ever since the beginning. Then, he darted his gaze to Peterson. Jill grinned at the thought of the scared man.

He lifted his free hand and revealed the 'thing' that they used to tease Peterson.

It wasn't scissors.

Not shears either.

It was just but a simple pendant of a necklace.

This was Chess's contribution to all of the happenings.

He happened to have a necklace with him, sponsored by Father, the priest back at the orphan.

It was a silver necklace with a silver pendant which is shaped like a cross, but with a pointy lower edge. The pendant was as long as the thumb and as thin as the pinky finger. It was just small, but because Peterson was blindfolded, it felt like something big and dangerous.

The sound?

Oh, it was just Prof's doing.

At the last minute, he thought that it might be better to have some kind of a sound. In that way, they can stir more sensation. And they weren't wrong because Peterson really thought that his 'precious' part would be cut off by shears.

That's why, after seeing the small pendant on Jill's hand, Peterson wanted to faint.

He was scared of a small pendant.

"Who sent you?" Prof asked.

Peterson gulped in pressure.

He didn't want to talk. However…

These people are crazy.

Peterson can tell just by the looks in their eyes.

He's scared for his life. And most importantly, he's scared for his family's life.

In the first place, he accepted this job for the sake of his family.

His first child, the 7-year-old daughter, is studying. His wife was diagnosed with cancer not too long ago, and he have a 3-year-old kid who still needs the guidance of a mother.

He wanted to make money as soon as possible so his wife could take treatment as soon as possible too.

He took this job because its pay is high. But now… he regretted the fact that he even thought that it was a very easy thing to do.

At first, he thought he was just going to spy on some random students around the same age as him. But he never expected that those said students were this crazy. They immediately found out about his identity in that short minute.

They're too much for him to handle.

All he wanted to do now is to go back to his family and tell them he's sorry.