Your college days were uneventful. All you needed was an escape from the inner demons that plagued you and manifested in your nightmares. Every morning, you woke up with bags under your eyes, and you tried to cover them up with makeup so that you would at least look a little bit beautiful in your own eyes.

Your friend, with whom you've been hanging out since the first day of college, was a real bitch. You were afraid to admit to yourself that you only hung out with her because you didn't have any other friends. So you tolerated the role of the "ugly friend" that was assigned to you. No one tried to open your eyes and tell you that you were actually beautiful, but your beauty was hidden behind sadness and longing.

And all of this was like bait for Malek Sinner. The professor who was now teaching a new course to your class. He was like a hawk, scanning the classroom full of students in search of a new prey. And his gaze fell upon you. Yes, you were the embodiment of what he had hoped to find.

After the first class, your friend told you all the gossip about Professor Sinner, even though you didn't ask her to. The rumors about his affairs with students didn't surprise you, although you didn't approve of it. You understood that Professor Sinner was young and handsome, and he was interesting and attractive. What more could he possibly want? Perhaps a cute girl who looks at you with admiration.

After every discussion and lecture in the classroom, Malek would piece together your image in his mind, even writing it down as a list in his beautiful black diary. You seemed tired of constantly having to meet someone's expectations and be liked by everyone. You looked at other girls with admiration, but rarely looked in a mirror or used your phone's camera. You seemed to shrink next to your friend after each of her snide comments about you. You answered questions during the lecture with a certain wariness, because you didn't want to look stupid, even though Malek knew that you were one of the few people in the class who was actually interested in learning. You were so terribly defenseless that it was almost pitiful.

But there was one thing Professor Sinner knew for sure. If you were told the right words, you would bloom like a rose. It might not be an easy path, but a drop can become a sea. You were an interesting experiment for Malek Sinner.

After another lecture, he asked you to stay for the first time. Malek looked at you as you stood in front of his desk. A polite smile appeared on his face.

"You know, I'd like to invite you to co-author an article with me. You're the smartest student in the class, so I chose you." said Malek, because he knew you'd ask why he chose you. "How would you like that?"

This was his first step. And in the strategy he had devised, he had already determined that it would be more appropriate to first mention your intelligence, and only later, after some time, to begin to convince you of your attractiveness and to make you a doll.