THE DEADLY MISSION

EPISODE 4

"I don't usually follow my mother's rules and constantly get in trouble with her, so this won't be the first time I'll be in a problem for breaking the law," she stated confidently as she sat down in one of the room's beds.

Her self assurance astounded me. She didn't appear to be terrified and seemed unconcerned about our current position.

My pulse skipped another beat as I heard the lock ringing again, indicating that someone was opening it, and I felt the want to wet my shorts again, but there was no more fluid in my little manhood.

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The commotion and grumbling had become too much; there was a red button on the small podium in front of the class; the podium was intended for the lecturer to stand and teach, and I was certain the alarm had been placed there to come to the lecturer's rescue in my circumstances.

I pressed my hand against the alarm, and the blaring warning sound began to play.

When I took my hand away from it, it came to a halt. As they all stared at me, the entire room fell silent.

As I began to talk, I cleared my throat.

" I'm sorry for any inconvenience my presence here has caused you, but I want to assure you that you will not be sorry that I took your foreign language class; I may not be as experienced or as old as your previous lecturer, but I promise to exceed your expectations," I said, pausing briefly to consider what to say next.

"I know I'm still young; most of you here are 19, the highest here is 24, and I'm just 25, so please allow us to perceive ourselves as friends, and please listen to whatever it is I have to offer you." As I raised my head to exchange gaze among all of them, I added

I could see they were impressed by what I stated, especially given my age. "My name is Wilson Peter, and I am a Canadian citizen who has a maternal connection to Stardom.

I graduated from Harvard late last year with a degree in a foreign language and am now capable of teaching and speaking four languages fluently.

"Dutch, Italian, Spanish, and French," I explained, and they burst out laughing.

"That's a good one," I thought to myself. "Making them laugh is a good point."

I took the podium's pen, stepped closer to the board, and scrawled some notes before closing it and facing them.

"I was asked to teach you only three languages: Italian, German, and Spanish. I know your previous lecturer taught you how to speak the language and the essentials, but did he also teach you about the culture of these people?" I inquired, smiling internally.

I was sounding so professional that I couldn't believe I had acquired three languages in a month and already knew how to speak French.

As everyone stared at me with rapt attention, there was a pin drop silence among them.

"Language should be learned in tandem with the owner's customs and traditions."

"No matter how much or how well you can speak a different language, you'll always be an alien among them if you know nothing about their tradition," observed one of my Harvard professors.

I took a brief pause to observe their reactions, and I noticed that they were completely absorbed in my story, and that they were paying close attention. I was surprised by this because I had anticipated having difficulty organizing the class, but they made it simple for me, and I prefer it that way.

"I realize my lectures must have bored you, so let's do something fun," I said, watching their faces light up as the words left their mouth.

During this time, additional students arrived, and only the smallest chairs were unable to discover their owners.

"Who can tell me what I put on the board and who owns it?" I said, looking at everyone, and no one offered to help.

” I apologize for deceiving you, but what I wrote there is Greek, and it means "you are responsible for your success," which is a renowned quotation from one of Greece's finest scholars. I considered giving a moral speech, but I opted against it since I would risk losing my entire 10-minute achievement.

I rewrote what I had written and made Deutsch the board's topic.

"Today, I'm going to teach you some basic principles on how to speak Deutsch fluently and readily; the Deutsch lecture will last three months; after that, we'll pick another language based on your preference; nevertheless, rest assured that during the three months that I'll be using on each " One of my assignments walked in style after the door unexpectedly burst open, disrupting the class.

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HELEN'S POV:

"What the f—k," I grumbled as I walked into a foreign language class and ran into the handsome guy I had seen earlier when I left Tony's room.

He wasn't a student, as I had assumed, but rather a stand-in for Mr. Christopher, our late foreign language lecturer.

Even though it was right in front of my eyes, I couldn't believe it.

He was too young for his job; he should have been my age.

I had no idea I was still at the entrance, interfering with the lecture, until Simon grabbed my wrist and hauled me outside, followed by two of his friends, whom I affectionately refer to as his dogs.

Simon asked, "Where's she?" as he slammed his back into the wall of the foreign language lecture room across the corridor.

"Who" is the question. As I yanked my wrist free from his grip, I screamed violently at him.

"Don't play with me here, where's she?" he said angrily, his two dogs guarding his back.

"I don't know and get out of my way, I have a class to go," I said, attempting to shove him out of the way, but he resisted.

"Do you believe I'm here to make fun of you, or do you believe it's because of the f

———g please submit your f

The fact that your father is holding you suggests you're un...

When I felt my hand control itself and glued to his cheek, I didn't make him finish his words.

I adore my father far too much to let any f——-g brat curse at him.

"What the f—k," he protested as he raised his hand to smack me. I quickly closed my eye in terror, but was surprised to find that no part of my body hurt.

I noticed the new person gripping Simon's hand in mid-air through one of my eyes.

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I rushed behind the door, not knowing what to do, but I ended up on the ground as the door was forced open. I was terrified for Hannah, but was surprised to see the mask fully on her face when I raised my head.

Her source of confidence became a mystery to me as she appeared stable.

We're both young, but she's more mature than I was, and I'd go so far as to say that she's more mature than kids our age.

"What are you doing, kiddo?" a familiar voice inquired as I remained motionless on the floor.

I didn't respond, but I did my best to keep myself stable, like my roommate is doing.

Two other ladies, each wearing a mask but not an apron, entered with a tray containing a covered dish.

There were two little tables and chairs in the room, one next each of our beds.

The food was placed on the table alongside a bottle of water.

They left once the ladies in the apron had completed their mission.

"I like you youngster, and I'll advise you to eat less, because too much food is terrible for your health," the man added, and that's when I recognized the voice: it was the man who thought I was the most attractive of all the kidnapped children.

As soon as he left our room, he slammed the door shut.

I was taken aback when I heard someone giggling; it was my roommate taunting me as I tried my hardest to save her.

As I walked to my bed and sat down, I pretended to be upset.

I watched as she stood up and walked over to the food that had been brought in. She took one of the food trays, returned to her bed, and sat on it, placing the food in front of her.

She ate as if it were the most delectable supper she'd ever had.

I couldn't help but stare at her eat; I was hungry, but I didn't want to eat since I was enraged at my roommate, my new discovered crush, who mocked me when I summoned the bravery to save her.

"You better get your food and eat," she said, laughing wildly as she ate. "And please stop staring at me, I think you're scaring my meat."

I couldn't put the puzzle together; how could she be carefree in the situation we were in? The only thing ringing in my head was seeing my lovely mother and cool father, but I could only brew the feeling inward, not after seeing what had happened earlier.

I screamed angrily at her, "I'm not hungry," yet my stomach groaned loudly and I buried my face in the covers.

"Thank you for attempting to assist me previously," I heard a lovely tone say as my head remained buried inside the bed.

I grinned quietly to myself, but didn't get out of bed.

I stayed in that position for a few minutes, and when I eventually raised my head, I was surprised to see her already asleep.

She didn't finish her meal and put the leftovers next to her bed.