Master of Lust-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.

Megan ripped Tyler's hands apart, leaving him defenseless and vulnerable. With a swift kick to the chest, she sent him crashing to the ground, his body crumpling like a puppet with its strings cut.

"I don't have time to interrogate this fool. I know he would never accept his deeds. It's completely waste of my energy and time. Hang him here only, no need to free him. Let's find some other clue.", Megan yelled like a mad dog.

The professors and students cowered under her wrath, shrinking back like scared mice in the presence of a hungry cat. Megan's rage was palpable, a storm brewing in the pit of her stomach, threatening to unleash chaos upon them all.

"And you lot," she barked, turning her fury towards the other girls, "Get off your asses and check those damn cameras. I want every inch of this place under surveillance, clear as crystal."

But just as the girls began to scurry away like frightened rabbits, Megan's voice cut through the chaos once more.

"No wait! I'll have the look at the camera personally. You all go and search for any clue in the corridors, classrooms, library, garden and every where around this campus. No corners should be left. And remember, anyone who ever tried to act smart, will be killed with no parts of body left as an evidence. Now leave!", Megan yelled at them in rage.

The students getting the heat of he situation and afraid of her anger, left the lecture hall immediately without any further delay. They rushed to the corridors to find if someone was hiding there, in the classroom if someone was suspected, in the canteen of someone was enjoying his meal anxiously.

While Megan angrily looked at the professors. Explore stories on m,v l'-novelbuddy.net

"You better handle this punk properly. He won't even get a sip of water until he spills his guts. Got it?" Megan's voice crackled with intensity as she issued her command, her gaze piercing through the air and landing squarely on Tyler, sprawled out unconscious on the floor.

"But Miss Megan, that's... that's extreme," one of the professors interjected, his voice tinged with concern.

Megan whipped around, her fury unchecked. "I don't give a damn about niceties! None of you are my concern. You follow my orders, or you can exchange places with this bastard. I will be more than happy to do it."

With those words hanging in the air like a thunderclap, Megan turned on her heel, her figure swathed in the elegance of her skirt. Each curve of her back seemed to writhe with determination, a testament to her unwavering resolve.

The fabric of her shirt cascaded over her smooth, glistening skin, accentuating every contour of her form. It was as if she commanded the very air around her, a force to be reckoned with.

Megan left the lecture hall, shutting the door behind angrily. The sound echoed the entire classroom, leaving Goosebumps over the skin of the professors.

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Megan strode into the security room with the confidence of a queen entering her court. The guards' eyes practically popped out of their sockets at the sight of her, their jaws hanging open like rusty gates. But as soon as Megan spoke, their eagerness melted into confusion.

"I need to check the CCTV footage of the new building," Megan declared, her voice cutting through the air like a whip crack.

The guards exchanged uneasy glances, shifting uncomfortably in their seats. One of them, a burly fellow with a bushy mustache, cleared his throat nervously. "Sorry, Miss. But we cannot do that. We need the dean's permission for that."

Megan's patience, already thin as a strand of spider silk, snapped like a twig in a hurricane. Her anger, simmering just beneath the surface, bubbled over like a pot left unattended.

"Listen up," she growled, her tone as icy as a winter storm. "I don't take no for an answer. Now, either you let me see those cameras, or you'll be explaining to the dean why you let a little thing like protocol get in the way of my business."

"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." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

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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