infodatos Chapter 182: Megan, the Queen [3]
Chapter 182: Megan, the Queen [3]
Chapter - 182
In the lecture hall, an eerie silence hung heavy, broken only by the occasional cough or shuffle of papers. Megan'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 Megan, their curiosity piqued by the sudden disruption. Whispers fluttered through the air like startled birds as they watched her, their eyes tracing her every movement.
Megan'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 disappointment and frustration.
The other professors exchanged concerned glances, recognizing the depth of the situation. The usual strongest, bold and evil Megan seemed 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, Megan'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 Megan 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 moments.
"Damn it! What these guards were doing? Useless shitty girls, they let some assholes waltz in and screw everything up! Who the hell was to chose them for the security?", Megan showed her red eyes, turning towards the professors, with heat of query burning inside her.
"Miss Megan, it was me but trust me 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.
Megan's rage burned like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path as she glared daggers at Tyler, who sat before her, a mere shell of his former self, naked and trembling.
The room was heavy with tension, suffocating in its silence broken only by Megan'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 movement was agony, every breath a struggle. He could barely muster the strength to lift his head, let alone defend himself against Megan'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 testament to the brutality he had endured.
And as Megan'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 moment, all he could do was endure, his spirit broken, his body battered, his innocence lost to the cruel whims of fate.
"Tell me you motherfucker, I'm asking it again and again. I swear this is the last time I'm asking you to confess the truth, else trust me you will have to sit here all your life begging for me to kill you. But you know me. I hold a grudge for a long time." With a swift motion, Megan'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 Megan unleashed her fury upon him.
"Do you want your resignation from the job? Don't you know I can do anything? ", Saying this, Megan 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 Megan 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," Megan replied, her mind racing as she formulated her plan.
Muting the call, Megan turned to face the security guard with a calculated innocence that sent shivers down their spine. "Excuse me, 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 me. Sexually."
The guard's eyes widened in shock as Megan 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 Megan's words hung in the air like a guillotine blade, poised to come crashing down.
"Please, Miss Megan, I swear it's not what you think," the guard stammered, 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 me."
Megan's smile widened at the guard's pleading, relishing the power she held in that moment. But behind her facade of innocence.
Megan cut the call, saying, " Then you better know your place. A nobody dares to refuse me?" Megan had shed away any pretense of acting nice.
Saying this, Megan pushed him away and opened the footage of the CCTV.
Since, there was no cameras installed in the old building of the campus, where Megan was performing those shitty piece of actions. She decided to check the footage from the new building, hoping to find any clue if someone was from the college campus itself.
Megan 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, Megan 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 cameras 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 cameras. And by the end of the last camera 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 something? How did they slip out of my hands? Uhh .. Damn it.", Megan 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," Megan 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, Megan 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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