Everyone was searching for Taarush. He had recently come back to school healthy, but somehow, he suddenly disappeared from his class.
Sanya rushed toward Sam, asking where he was.
Sam, who wasn't involved, smirked and said, "My slave is missing? Hahaha."
Realizing it was pointless to ask him, she turned to go question Ram but stopped halfway. Everyone knew Ram always slept and was too lazy to get up—no help there.
Sanya looked up at the sky and murmured quietly,
"Where are you…?"
In a silent room somewhere, Taarush slowly tried to open his eyes. His vision was blurry, and he realized he was tied to a chair. He struggled to break the rope wrapped tightly around him.
"So, you're the new slave," a voice said.
It was Lord, curious about the boy that both Sam and Ram seemed to have taken an interest in. He began examining Taarush, touching his shoulders and arms but finding nothing special.
"Who the hell is touching me?" Taarush shouted, getting worried. He had heard rumors about a gay guy in school who liked touching boys.
"Please, I'm not gay!" he yelled.
Lord's expression turned cold and annoyed at the word. With a swift motion, he kicked the chair, knocking it over.
Taarush, blindfolded and tied, fell to the floor with a thud.
"I said, I'm not gayyyyyyy!" Lord muttered, visibly irritated.
Before anything more could happen, they both heard the sound of footsteps approaching the storeroom. Lord vanished instantly, but before leaving, he whispered in Taarush's ear:
"Be careful."
Those two words echoed in Taarush's mind.
He was fed up with all this school drama and power games. A group of students entered the storeroom and found him lying on the floor, tied up. They untied him, confused.
When Taarush finally stood up, he realized he was still inside the old storeroom. Dust, broken shelves, and faint light from a window—it looked like no one had used the place in years.
He stumbled out of the room and met Sanya on the stairs. She gasped and rushed to him.
"Taarush! Where were you? What happened?" she asked anxiously.
Taarush could only shake his head, still dizzy and trying to process what just happened.
At that same moment, a notification ping came from Sam's mobile.
"The slave is not interested."
Sam frowned, curious about who had sent that message and how they knew. His eyes darkened.
"Ram," he muttered, "let's find out who leaked that information."