Chapter 26- Vanished~

Raven’s eyes flicked upward, toward the ceiling.

Marla followed his gaze automatically—and her blood ran cold.

The CCTV camera mounted near the ceiling, about twelve feet up, was ’bent’.

Not broken. Not hanging loose.

’Bent.’

Like someone had reached up, grabbed the metal casing, and physically ’twisted’ it until the lens pointed at the wall instead of the hallway.

But that was impossible.

The camera was twelve feet high. No one could reach that without a ladder.

And even if they could—bending solid metal with bare hands?

Marla’s breathing quickened, her eyes widening as she looked around the hallway.

Every camera she could see was the same. Twisted. Angled away. Rendered useless.

"How..." Her voice came out barely above a whisper. "How did you—"

’!’

She stumbled backward, her heel catching on nothing as her legs suddenly felt weak.

But Raven was already moving.

He closed the distance in one smooth step and pressed her against the wall, his body caging hers in, trapping her between cold concrete and the heat radiating off him.

Marla’s breath hitched.

Her hands came up instinctively to push him away—but they just pressed uselessly against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

Raven leaned in close.

So close she could feel his breath against her lips.

Hot. Steady.

His eyes locked onto hers, and for the first time, Marla saw what was lurking behind that calm exterior.

Hunger.

Not just lust. Something darker. More primal.

"You hate me," Raven murmured, his voice low and intimate, like he was sharing a secret. "And you know what?"

His hand slid up her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist through her clothes.

"That makes me want to have you even more."

Marla’s eyes flickered, panic bleeding into her fury.

"H-how do you know?" she stammered, her voice cracking. "How do you know I—"

But she didn’t get to finish.

Because Raven closed the last inch between them and pressed his lips to hers.

"Mmph—!"

Marla’s eyes flew wide, her entire body going rigid as his mouth claimed hers in a deep, invasive kiss.

His tongue pushed past her lips before she could clamp her teeth shut, sliding into her mouth with brutal confidence.

"Nnngh—!"

She tried to bite down—tried to use her teeth as a barrier—but he was too ’rough’.

His hand tangled in her blonde hair, yanking her head back to angle her face better as his other hand roamed down her body, grabbing handfuls of her thick flesh.

Her breast. Her waist. Her hip.

Everywhere he touched, her skin burned.

His fingers bunched up the fabric of her skirt, shoving it upward to expose the smooth, pale skin of her thighs.

"Nnnh! Mmmmph!"

Marla’s hands beat weakly against his chest, trying to push him away, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

He was everywhere. His weight, his heat, his ’taste’.

The moment she opened her mouth to cry out—to scream—his tongue thrust deeper, filling her mouth and swallowing the sound.

He kissed her like he was ’claiming’ her.

Like her resistance was just foreplay.

Marla’s vision started to blur, tears streaming down her cheeks as her lungs screamed for air.

She couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t think.

His hands were everywhere—groping, squeezing, marking her body like she was his property.

Her skirt was bunched around her hips now. His fingers traced the edge of her panties, teasing the wet heat between her thighs.

’No... no no no—’

But her body betrayed her.

Her nipples were rock-hard, straining against her bra. Her pussy was ’soaked’, clenching around nothing as his fingers brushed against her through the thin fabric.

She was suffocating.

Drowning in him.

And then—finally—he pulled back just enough to let her gasp for air.

"Hahh... hahh..."

Marla’s chest heaved, her lips swollen and slick with saliva.

"How about we switch the venue a bit." Raven simply lifted his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Hh... Y-y—!" But before she could gather the strength to scream, to fight, to do ’anything’—

Her vision went dark.

Her body went limp.

Unconscious.

Raven caught her before she hit the ground, his arms sliding under her knees and behind her back as he lifted her effortlessly into a princess carry.

Her head lolled against his chest, blonde hair spilling over his arm like a golden curtain.

Her face was flushed, lips parted slightly as she breathed in shallow, unconscious gasps.

Raven stared down at her sleeping form, his sharp eyes scanning every detail.

The way her thick body filled his arms.

The rise and fall of her heavy breasts with each breath.

The tear tracks still glistening on her cheeks.

She’d fought until the very end.

Didn’t submit. Didn’t break.

Even when her body betrayed her, her ’mind’ refused to give in.

And that...

That sent a strange thrill through him.

Something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Raven leaned down slowly, brushing his lips against her forehead in a mockery of tenderness.

"Have I just fallen in love with you?" he murmured against her skin, his voice barely audible.

Then he straightened, his expression shifting back to cold calculation.

And in the next instant—

He vanished.

Body, woman, and all.

The hallway was empty again, as if nothing had happened.

Ttrrnngggg—

"Good day, Professor!" Elena burst through the classroom door the moment Professor Karev dismissed them, moving faster than anyone else.

She didn’t wait for Dennis. Didn’t grab her bag properly. Just ’moved’.

Her instincts were screaming at her—something was wrong, something was ’very’ wrong—and she needed to see—

She rounded the corner into the hallway where Raven and Professor Marla had gone.

And she saw him.

Just for a second.

Raven, standing in the middle of the empty corridor, holding something—’someone’—in his arms.

And then he was ’gone’.

Not walking away. Not disappearing around a corner.

Just... ’gone’.

Like he’d been erased from reality.

Elena skidded to a halt, her blue eyes wide with shock.

"He... he vanished again?"

The air in room 765 of the faculty housing complex shimmered once—like heat distortion over summer pavement—and then Raven materialized in the center of the small living space, still holding Marla’s unconscious body in his arms.

The apartment was modest. Clean. Organized in that specific way people who lived alone kept their spaces—everything in its place, no mess, no personality bleeding through the neutral beige walls.

Raven moved through the narrow hallway without hesitation, his eyes scanning the layout until he found the bedroom.

He pushed the door open with his shoulder and carried Marla inside.

The bed was neatly made—white sheets, a single pillow, a thin comforter folded at the foot. Nothing decorative. Nothing warm.

Raven laid her down gently, her thick body sinking into the mattress as her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow like spilled honey.

Her dress clung to her curves, the fabric twisted and bunched from being manhandled in the hallway. The skirt had ridden up slightly, exposing the smooth pale skin of her thighs.

Her blouse was askew, the top button undone, giving just a glimpse of the valley between her massive breasts as they rose and fell with each shallow breath.

Her lips were swollen. Red. Slick with saliva from where he’d kissed her into submission.

She looked ’wrecked’.

And fuck, if that didn’t make something primal stir in his gut.

His mouth twitched, realizing this whole situation.

’...What the...’