Chapter 1: I Don't Deserve That

"Scum, you really want to kill me for a Damn p**ssy ?"

These words came from a bloodied middle-aged man on a chair. 

He was tied up and around him, one could observe torture instruments and armed men with a dense murderous intent.

"I see you persist in disrespecting the boss's daughter."

After saying that, the man who seemed to be the leader of the people dressed in black suits picked up a wrench to smash it into the tied man's face.

"Listen to me, Josue Morales," declares the individual in the black suit with a thick Mexican accent.

during that he moves to pick up another object among the torture tools.

"The little brat you just mentioned is no ordinary girl, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

Anyone in the warehouse couldn't help but swallow their saliva in dread as they watched the menacing object the man with the Mexican accent inspected before nodding in satisfaction.

"I don't understand," Josue mumbled under his breath.

"Oh! You say you don't understand," his voice rang out mockingly. 

"Or you just don't want to understand," the man continued in a clearly annoyed voice.

He approached Josue Morales with a crowbar.

The man with the thick Mexican accent brutally grabbed Josue by the hair once in front of him.

"I'll enlighten you, you little shit. You tried to FUCK the boss's only daughter, or to be more precise, you tried to force her."

He said in a disgusted tone, frowning.

"So sorry in advance, but you're not leaving this place in one piece, my little pedophile."

He whispered in Josue's ear before smashing his leg with the crowbar.

*Brruuuk* Those were the sounds of bones shattering from the crowbar blows.

"Haaaaaa," Josue screamed despite his efforts to try to contain his scream.

Those were the only sounds one could hear in the abandoned warehouse.

...

Josue Morales' POV

My name is Josue Morales and I'm a Spanish teacher at a private high school. 

My life wasn't easy at the beginning.

I come from a couple of illegal immigrants who came to settle in the United States hoping to achieve the American dream, which ultimately turned out to be a huge disappointment.

My mother had to start secretly selling her body and my father unfortunately had to hang around gangs to try to improve our situation.

So yes, at a young age, I had to do things I'm not proud of, but thank God, it didn't last long. 

To be precise, it was only during my teenage years.

The reason is that my mother and I were able to leave the suburbs and get a slightly "normal" life thanks to my father's sacrifice.

He turned himself in instead of his gang leader for the murder of a prosecutor, but it was in exchange for a large sum of money and the regularization of my mother's and my situation.

That's how I ended up becoming a "respectable" man in this society, but unfortunately, it took a certain brat who couldn't control her feelings.

"Professor, why do you always ignore me?"

Said a loud voice behind me.

It was early morning, precisely in the hallway.

I was used to always being early at the high school to put my teaching materials in order.  

And of course to mentally prepare myself to endure these hellish teenagers during lessons.

Unfortunately for me, Isabelle, a popular girl, seemed to have fallen in love with me, or maybe it was just a crush?

But most importantly, I couldn't respond positively to it.  

It was because I cared about my job, but also because I wasn't interested in her and the strange rumors about her father didn't help.

Hence my current situation, I avoided Isabelle like the plague and turned a blind eye to all her attempts at seduction during my classes.

"Isabelle, I don't understand why you're so interested in me. Damn, I could be your father given my age."

I said these words turning around to face her. 

I couldn't help but marvel at her beautiful black hair and slightly tanned skin, which was surely due to her father being of Mexican descent.

'But I would have really appreciated if her mother was interested in me and not her, I'm not a pedophile, dammit.'

A thought I quickly brushed aside as I properly readjusted my medical glasses.

"Professor Josue, there is no rational reason to refuse my feelings. I just want..."

I interrupted her by raising my hand before she could express herself further.

"Isabelle, no matter the rest of your words." 

I tried to muster all the authority I could use to counter this sexy teenager in front of me.

"I cannot respond positively to it."

After expressing myself in an authoritative tone, I left. To my greatest misfortune, I had to endure listening to her sobs behind me, but I refrained from looking back. 

If only I had given her what she desired at that moment.

...

Josue's POV (back to present in the warehouse)

*Heu heu* Sounds of labored breathing.

"You're really resilient, little teacher."

The man in the black suit declared, looking at a freshly pulled tooth from my mouth.

"I was sure you would already be begging us to spare you, but you're holding on despite your girly screams."

My vision was darkening and I could no longer hear properly. 

Maybe it's because I've sustained too much damage?

I once heard on TV that a human can pass out if they undergo significant amounts of suffering or pain, but it's also applicable to massive blood loss.

*Bing bing* Sound of a phone.

"Interesting, it seems the boss wants us to finish you off." 

He informed me, looking at his phone, I suppose he got new instructions.

"You're really a tough one for not having begged for your life, I wish you were my teacher."

He said in Spanish, approaching me after taking a firearm.

'Son of a bitch'

Although a Christian, I couldn't help but try to insult this scumbag, but unfortunately, he had pulled out too many of my teeth. 

The pain was too unbearable for me to manage to pronounce coherent words.

Although I was unable to express myself properly, I could see in his gaze that he understood I was cursing him.

"Goodbye, pedo."

...

[ Congratulations Mr. Josue Morales ]