“Sniff…why me…why doesn’t god help me…” An obese boy was crying to himself as he washed his face and mouth, trying to clean off the blood and dirt.
“Because god doesn’t care about you, son,” A man’s voice came from behind, startling the boy.
He immediately turned around with a startled look, “T-Teacher Arthit. I-I am sorry. I will go right back to class!” Anong said with an anxious look as he nervously bowed.
“You don’t have to. You deserve a break, and we have to talk about what happened. Come, sit here with me,” Asher said as he sat on the bench nearby and gestured to him to sit.
Anong’s face became tense when he realized that his teacher wanted to talk about his bullying. He was scared, wondering if those bullies would see him talking to a teacher and bully him even more.
He looked around to make sure nobody else was there on the terrace.
“Don’t worry about anybody else being here. I locked the door to the terrace. Nobody will come now,” Asher said in a reassuring tone, making Anong feel more relaxed, and he slowly walked to sit beside him.
“Look, Anong, I know what is going on with you. Why didn’t you ever try to report those bullies?” Asher asked with a fixed gaze.
“I…I am not getting bullied, I—”
“Don’t lie, Anong. I saw what happened,” Asher said with a firm nod, making Anong feel tense and say, “Please don’t say this to anybody else, teacher. Otherwise, they will never leave me alone. That is why I can’t report them…Somsak and his friends are part of a scary gang in the place where I live. If I piss them off, then they might even…” Anong was too scared to even finish his sentence.
“I understand. But you have been getting bullied by them every day for two years. Don’t you want to make them pay for what they are doing to you? Making your life miserable every single day? Who knows if they might even do something worse to you in the coming days for fun?”
Asher said with a narrowed gaze, making Anong’s eyes flicker with a faint dark light before they returned to normal, “No…I am not capable of that. I have no power or money to do anything. I will just endure it for this year, and then I don’t have to see them any longer.”
He then bowed at his teacher and said, “But thank you, teacher, for worrying about me. I didn’t know you knew about this,” Anong thought this teacher never cared about him, or any students since all he did was simply teach and leave.
Asher inwardly sighed in frustration seeing that Anong was too scared to even fight back. This was simply wasting his time. But he was not surprised, considering how he knew this boy didn’t know how to fight back.
“This is just a hypothetical question…If you had the power to fight back, would you get rid of them? This power could be anything like having a gun or being a Manaborn,” Asher said with a shrug.
“T-Teacher…I…I…” Anong was baffled by such an unexpected question from his teacher. Would a teacher ask something like this to their student?
But suddenly, thinking about it made his eyes glow for a brief second. But then he shook his head, thinking it was pointless and wrong, “I don’t think so, teacher. I don’t want to go to jail for murder, nor does it feel right. Is this some kind of a test question?” Anong wondered if his teacher was testing him or something. It was not like he could get a gun, nor was he worthy enough to be blessed by the gods to be born with mana in his body.
Asher took a deep breath, realizing that this was harder than he thought. He had basically only till evening to make this boy act on his deepest dark desires.
His own life was on the line, but Asher knew he couldn’t simply rush this or push him. He suddenly got an idea as he got up and said, “It was just a simple question, Anong. Don’t think too much about it. You can go back to class.”
“Oh…o-okay…” Anong bowed with a confused look before limping away slowly.
“Plan B, it is…” Asher mumbled with a squint.
—-𝐎𝑣xt.𝒸𝗈𝐦
Asher stood in front of an atm and withdrew all of his savings, even though it was not much. All he got was 10,000 Thai baht which was not a surprise considering how poor his host was.
“This should be enough…” He mumbled as he left.
—
“Is this some kind of joke, teacher? You want us to beat him up real bad?” Somsak asked as he and three of his friends stood before their teacher, Arthit.
“Are you trying to trap us, teacher?” Amree asked as he pulled out the cigarette from his mouth and blew it towards his teacher’s face without a hint of hesitation.
“Yeah, maybe our teacher here is feeling bad for the pig and trying to film a video secretly of us beating him up and putting it on social media, eh?” Arthip said with a snort.
“We are not idiots, teacher. Don’t bother us again if you love your job,” The fourth youngster, named Pornthip, said with a smirk.
Asher used his hand to disperse the smoke away from his face and wasn’t surprised at how disrespectful these little fucks were being at their teacher. This school was already a shit hole with students like these owning the place. But he didn’t mind since their fates were sealed, according to him.
The four were about to leave when Asher called out to them from behind, “How does 10,000 sound to you guys?”
Somsak and his friends immediately stopped walking as their ears perked. They turned around and saw their teacher flashing a bundle of cash at them.
“For real? You want to pay us to beat up a pig? What’s in it for you?” Somsak asked with crossed arms as the others had their eyes glow at the sight of the cash.
“Well, if you guys are not interested in the cash, forget I asked,” Asher said with a casual shrug as he was about to walk away.
“Wait!” Somsak called out as he realized the teacher was right. Why should he ask questions to beat up a piggy when he can get some money too?
Asher inwardly smiled as he turned around.
“We accept. So what do you want us to do exactly?” Somsak asked with a sadistic glint in his eyes.
“Scare him to death and then beat him up till he gets knocked out cold. Make it quick,” Asher said as he threw the bundle of cash at them.
“Easy, teacher. We should have been friends before,” Amree said with a warped smile as he looked at the cash in Somsak’s hands.
They can’t believe they were getting money to beat up a weak pig. This had to be their day.
Asher walked away as he looked at the timer to see he had five hours left. He had to waste his time trying to find these four turds who had bunked their classes.
He had five hours left to live if he didn’t succeed. Asher never felt as if his life was tied to such a thin string. And strangely enough, he felt nothing at all about what he just did. All that mattered to him was the end result.
“You got that on recording, bro?” Somsak asked right after Arthit left.
“Yeah, bro. All good,” Pornthip said with a smile.
“Good. We are safe now that we have evidence of him handing us money to beat someone up. Let’s now go and find that pathetic fatty, hehe,” Somsak said with a sadistic smile as they all walked away.
—
“AHHHH!! NO!! PLEASE!! DON’T KILL ME!!” Anong shouted at the top of his lungs as he was scared out of his wits upon being put upside down over the parapet of the terrace.
These four bullies grabbed his legs and pushed him over the parapet, making him think that they were going to kill him by letting him fall from a 5-story building. He would surely die if he fell from such a height and the feeling of dangling in the air terrified him to his core.
“Haha, look at him scream like a pig,” Somsak laughed with a look of glee.
“Fuck! He surely weighs a ton. It’s a good thing I didn’t skip the gym,” Amree said while grabbing Anong’s leg.
“Good thing he is as short as a dwarf. Otherwise, he would have weighed twice and slipped off our hands. Or maybe we should just drop him, eh?” Arthip said with a roar of laughter, making Anong cry miserably in terror.
“P-Please…I don’t want to die…I will do anything!!” Anong wished for this to end as he was only getting more scared by the second.
“Oh damn! Look at that! He is leaking, haha!” Pornthip laughed as he filmed and pointed at Anong’s crotch getting wet.
“Oink, oink, little piggy is wetting himself, haha.”
“Oh? He is almost going to pass out. Pull him up and let’s finish this,” Somsak said as they pulled him back into the terrace and began to beat him up.
Anong was barely conscious as he felt his body paining all over. At that moment, he only wished for one thing…For all these four to die!”
—
A few minutes later, in the school’s sick room, Anong was lying alone on a bed with bandages all over his body. Apparently, he didn’t even have enough money to check himself into a hospital, nor did the school bother to pay for him. So they simply put him up in their own sick room without even properly mending his injuries.
The door of the sick room opened as Anong, who was barely conscious, saw someone come in. As the man approached closer, he heard a voice, “Oh my god, Anong. Did they do this to you?”