The physical torture lasted for a week, and I thought once the general cleaning exercises Aklan was making me do were over, it would get better, but no, it got worse.
Everything he did was designed to make me fail, to make me quit. I barely got to see Elsie and Ferna anymore because I always left the dorm before they got to wake and got back when they were asleep. My life stopped being my own, still he wasn’t teaching me what I needed to know or learn.
He basically turned me into his unpaid personal assistant, and every single time I ever complained, he was quick to remind me who exactly was the golden boy of the school. I was summoned to the dean’s office twice and let go with stern warnings; I knew for sure a third one would not be tolerated.
So I had to play the fool for the time be
