Akademiya

The winners of the March raffle.

"Heh… I never thought that the esteemed scholar of the Akademiya would end up in a situation like this. It’s truly a rare sight to see you without your usual confidence."

(The captor steps closer, scrutinizing Alhaitham, who is tightly bound, before speaking again in a mocking tone.)

"You were always the one in control, making all the decisions, weren’t you? How pitiful… Now, you don’t even have the right to argue back."

(They reach out and lift Alhaitham’s chin slightly, as if examining his face.)

"I wonder… what would your friends think if they saw you like this? It must be shocking to see someone who never let anyone have the upper hand end up in such a helpless situation."

(A soft chuckle escapes as Alhaitham struggles, but the tight bindings prevent him from moving much.)

"Don’t worry, I’m not in a hurry… I want to see how long you can endure. I want to know just how long the ‘composed scholar’ can maintain his cool."

(The captor's gaze slowly trails downward, their eyes narrowing before a smirk tugs at their lips.)

"Oh… It seems you’re having quite an interesting reaction, Alhaitham."

(Alhaitham jerks in protest, his sharp gaze filled with defiance, though he avoids direct eye contact. The captor chuckles, stepping even closer, placing a hand lightly on his hip, making Alhaitham tense further.)

"Ah… Are you embarrassed? But it seems like your body is saying something else."

(The captor reaches into their pocket, pulling out an object—one Alhaitham cannot see clearly due to his restricted position. Moments later, he feels something being attached to him. The unexpected sensation makes him flinch, but the restraints hold him in place, preventing any escape.)

"There we go… Now you don’t have to worry about being too indecent. I’m only helping you, see?"

(Alhaitham clenches his fists, suppressing the rising frustration and humiliation flooding through him. With his mouth still gagged, he cannot utter a single word—only the sharp sound of his heavy breathing betrays his inner turmoil.)

"Still planning to act dignified? Or are you starting to accept your new role?"

(The captor’s laughter echoes through the room, leaving Alhaitham drowning in an unfamiliar humiliation he had never experienced before…)