The usual hour for you to skip out from school had arrived, and you finally decided to leave even earlier than usual.

As Harris Rovalno had caught you in your attempts to skip out multiple times beforehand, he anticipated your routine, but on this occasion you didn't make an appearance, so he decided to check with your social circle in order to determine your whereabouts after verifying that you had not returned home.

Driving at a deliberate speed below the speed limit, Harris headed toward your usual hang out, the rowdy club where teenagers would indulge in indecent and unhinged behavior. However, the sight of the dress you were wearing infuriated Harris.

The black sleeveless prom dress, with no straps, resembled the mature ensemble of a young woman, and the image infuriated Harris. Immediately, he grabbed your small body and effortlessly hoisted you up on his shoulders. Without even finishing your startled expression, Harris threw you into the backseat of his vehicle.

Your breath choked back from the nearness of the unwanted closeness. With Harris on top of you, his cold and emotionless demeanour almost seemed uncanny as he spoke in his direct voice, almost sounding frightening.

"Listen to me, malyshka," Harris began, his right hand lifted and gripping your small face tightly. His words were cold and unflinching as he proclaimed, "If I find you in a place like this for a third time, I'll make sure you will never be able to return there, no matter how much you desire it."