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1. The Arrival of Devil

No!! Noo... that's a sin!! Please don't touch me!! Ugh, I can't stand your touch!" She shouted, pushing back as the headboard of the bed hit her back.

Meanwhile, he smirked wickedly as he approached. His handsome face, twisted with an evil smirk, made her break out in a cold sweat. He loomed over her, causing her to scream in fear. She despised him with every fiber of her being. Her screams echoed throughout the room. As he hovered over her, he muttered, "and I am a sinner," and slipped his hand into her shirt. She let out a loud scream, struggling to breathe. Suddenly, she woke up, realizing that it was all just a terrible nightmare.

She struggled to catch her breath, finding herself lying on the bed. Feeling safe and secure, she let out a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, her father's voice echoed from downstairs, calling out her name inquiring if she was awake and addressing her with affectionate terms. It was time for her to attend school, as she was a student in the twelfth grade. "Yes, dad," she responded, her voice carrying back to him. Hastily, she rose from the bed and made her way downstairs.

Just last month, she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday, marking her transition into adulthood. Knowing his unwavering commitment to his promises, she feared his return. Determined to fulfill his words, she pushed aside these thoughts and hurriedly prepared herself for school. She swiftly gathered her backpack, aware that she was already running late.

"Are you studying diligently?" Her father asked.

"Of course, dad. I scored 93% in the midterms. How could you forget?" she whined playfully, as he chuckled.

"Okay, okay, I remember," he said, raising his hands in surrender. She raised an eyebrow, doubting him.

"I really do!" he insisted, slightly annoyed. She giggled cutely, and he smiled at his beloved daughter.

Meanwhile, her father's phone rang, displaying the name "Aaron." Sarah tensed at the sight of the name on the screen and focused on her breakfast. Her father answered the call, saying, "Hello, my friend. How are you doing?" He began the conversation.

She listened quietly, feeling her father's gaze on her, his eyes turning red with anger. Nervously, she swallowed. She had never seen her father this angry before. Her father hummed in response, and the call ended. He rubbed his face in frustration, indicating that something had happened.

"What's wrong, dad? Is everything alright?" she asked, trying to decipher her father's worry. He sighed and reassured her by patting her hand, "We will find a solution, Sarah. Just focus on your studies," he said, patting her head. She couldn't find the words to respond, so she simply nodded.

Her mind was consumed with thoughts about the phone call. What could Aaron have said to her father that would make him so worried? She wondered. After finishing her breakfast, her father drove her to school, which was a 20-minute drive away. Throughout the entire journey, she glanced at her father multiple times, noticing the worry and fear clearly etched on his face.

Soon, the school building came into view and the car came to a halt. Sarah was preparing to exit the vehicle when her father addressed her, saying, "Sarah?"

"Yes, Dad?" She turned back to face her father.

"Do you trust your father?" he asked hesitantly and with fear. He was aware of the suffering she would endure due to his actions. Sarah smiled, causing her father to feel even more guilty. "Of course, Dad, I trust you more than anyone," she said, smiling wholeheartedly. She truly adored her father.

Her father smiled back, burdened with guilt, and bid her farewell. She waved goodbye and hurried into the entrance of her school. She rushed down the hallway and directly to her classroom, where the teacher was already present, displaying a less than pleasant demeanor. Sarah huffed and puffed, trying to catch her breath. "May I enter?" she requested, seeking permission, but received a sour reaction from her teacher.

Her mathematics teacher and she did not have a good relationship. They harbored a deep dislike for each other, which resulted in Sarah despising mathematics.

"Please ensure that you are punctual in the future, as failure to do so may result in disciplinary action," admonished her mathematics teacher, causing her to roll her eyes before taking her seat. She placed her bag on her desk and took a moment to catch her breath as the teacher resumed the lesson. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to find her long-lost best friend, Adah. A wave of happiness washed over her, and she greeted her best friend with a smile, which was met with a chuckle.

"Oh my goodness, Addy!" Sarah exclaimed, attracting the attention of everyone in the room and once again getting into trouble. Her teacher glared at them disapprovingly. "I believe we are here to study, not to..."

BOOM! A loud gunshot rang out, causing all the students to flinch. Some screamed, while others ran out of the room. Sarah froze, unsure of what had just happened. Her heart pounded loudly, and her mouth went dry. However, her mind was consumed by the thought of someone's name, as she knew who had the power to cause such chaos. Someone who was influential and dangerous.

Meanwhile, she felt a tap on her shoulder. "He has arrived," Addy said with a smirk, taking Sarah's hand and practically dragging her out of the room.

Sarah tried to break free from her grip. "Who has arrived, Addy? What are you talking about? And where are you taking me?" she questioned repeatedly until Addah stopped in front of a massive wooden door. Sarah tensed up, sensing his powerful presence in the air, carried by his strong cologne. Addy's hand gripped the doorknob, giving it a slight twist, and then pushed Sarah into a dark room.

Sarah's breath caught in her throat as she observed the presence of the identical gentleman, seated with one leg crossed over the other, leisurely smoking a cigar. His captivating grey eyes locked onto the young girl, causing her to tremble under his intense scrutiny. The man exhaled a cloud of smoke from his cigar, reclining in his chair, thereby intensifying the discomfort for the girl. Sarah's breath hitched once again as she laid eyes on her most dreaded nightmare, Aaron. She harbored an intense loathing for him, coupled with an overwhelming fear. His penetrating gaze sent shivers down her spine, inundating her mind with a multitude of distressing thoughts.

"Hey there, babygirl, did you miss me?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow. His voice was all rough and it sent shivers down her spine. Sarah's mouth went dry, and she clenched her fists on the edge of her skirt. Nervously, she gulped and stood up, taking quick, shallow breaths.

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