Chapter 10: Trapped
Charis
[Warning: Trigger scene]
"Please," I begged, trying to swallow back the tears at the back of my throat. "Can’t we at least inform Kael? He’s supposed to oversee first-year placements. This has to be documented properly."
"The Student President outranks the First-Year Coordinator," he replied coldly, refusing to slow his pace or loosen his hold. "His word is final."
"But the academy has procedures!" I insisted digging in my heels. "There are rules about mentor assignments! Students are supposed to have a choice to choose who they want as their mentors!"
"You’re a new student, Eamon. You’re not yet a first-year student. You don’t get choices. You get opportunities. And you should be grateful someone as important as Marcus is taking a personal interest in your development."
He dragged me through the corridor until we got to the elevator. Despite all my twisting and turning, it didn’t stop him from throwing me in with ease.
"I haven’t eaten all day. I need to rest. I feel sick. Please, tell Slater..."
We were in the elevator now, and it was moving. He pulled me forward, staring down at me.
"You can eat all you want and rest all you want, Eamon. As a mentee of the Student President, you automatically get excluded from a lot of things students like you are obligated to do. You’ll like it, don’t worry."
The elevator stopped, and he pushed me out, then continued down the hall, past a corridor that seemed to grow more isolated as we walked. There were fewer doors, and the floor was as quiet as a graveyard, except for a few people dressed in the Academy’s colours; they all seemed busy.