Sorry for updating late.. been working on some personal stuff.. Updated two chapter :)
I STUDIED HARD for the incoming test - obviously because I do not want to be someone else's dog... Really? My brain immediately reacted after that thought. Fine! I plan on winning to have Ibarra for myself for a month! Yes! That's what keeps me going. I kept studying day and night to ace the test and now, the day has finally come where I can assess my brain. "Well, someone seems excited for the exam." Mirajane commented when she reached my seat. It was still early so she had time to visit me before she comes back to her own room. She’s been visiting me here so my classmate knows her already. I placed my reviewer down and she laughed at me as soon as she saw my face. "Girl! Did you even sleep?" I sighed and shut my eyes. "No. I don't
Ibarra’s POV I WALKED ALONG the corridor and these girls scattered outside their room kept whispering to each other when I passed by. Their excitement can't be contained as well – obviously happy that they got the chance to see my face. I could see how much they adore me and that… was something that I was already used to. I thought that studying in public high school would give me the peace I've been wanting to seize. But nonetheless, these women makes it hard for me to do so. When I first arrived here, I was excited too… thinking that I would be treated as a normal person but… "Ibarra's here!" A girl squealed and most of the students went out of their classroom just to see me walking. To be honest, it was annoying. They would giggle and push each other as if a well-known actor walked by. &nb
PRESENT TIMES “WHAT? WHY DIDN’T you snatch the umbrella back?” Nikki looked at me pissed. She even hit the table with her hand. “Oh gosh! Don’t tell me it’s because you’re so in love with him?” I honestly wanted to answer back but I couldn’t lie about the fact that I really am… errr ‘was’ so crazy about him when I was younger. “Well, accepting the deal that she will become a dog by someone… isn’t that a clear sign that she was willing to become submissive? Why do women become submissive? One, they are abused. Second, they are in love, or third, they are just clearly crazy.” Bianca stared at me – giving me the right to choose. I exasperatedly sighed. “It doesn’t matter anymore! That’s all in the past. And I already told you about our thing. Isn’t that what you were after?” &nb
Rebecca’s POV MY DAY STARTED like a normal day – well other than the umbrella incident. Ibarra was also the same. He was just silently sitting on his chair while listening to our teacher. I found my umbrella opened at the back of the room together with the other umbrellas. I somehow felt thankful that he left it to dry. Yep, thankful – despite the fact that he snatched it away. Thought my day would continue as it was until Ginny spoke to me with great concern. I already felt it that she wanted to talk about something but she was just trying to stop herself. “Why are you wet?” She asked in a whisper while giving me a secret side glance to avoid the teacher knowing that we were talking. My lips parted and I tittered – unsure what to tell her. "Well, I---"  
REBECCA’S POV I woke up and immediately sat down. Talking to my boss and re-reading my diary was giving me different kind of emotions. Emotions that were too strong that I even dreamt of him for the second time. After all these years, I thought I was doing well. I thought I was slowly moving on but I end up being sucked into my bitter sweet past after seeing Ibarra. Or was it also my fault for bringing him up during my interview? I stood up and walked towards my full-length mirror. I slowly studied my physique and I could tell how much different I am now from when I was in high school. I am more confident and definitely more gorgeous than before. “I wonder what he thinks of me now that I have changed a lot?” I asked in a whisper while looking straight into my eyes. Blooming into this
REBECCA’S POV I never really realized that being at home alone was… lonely. Since I was busy writing stories, I never noticed anything in particular – not even the time, my hungry belly and my unwashed hair. It felt like time was ticking fast and smoothly, making me forget about reality. But now that I am free – well, temporarily, I get to notice every small detail that happens to me, even on my surroundings and I find it a bit… weird. Don’t get me wrong, I love the feeling of spending time with myself and getting more time to relax but I guess since I have been busy for the past few months, I surmise my body was adjusting again to my lazy ways. Anyway… I glanced at my old diary that was lying on my study table. I received an unending nagging from Mirajane before we parted. She kept on reminding me that Ibarra was crazy for letting me go and that I deserve better. I knew at the back of my mind that she was right. But my head was still clouded of Ibarra’s memories. I knew for a f
THE PAST (Different Memory) A loud slap echoed the place. Slowly the pain crawled and spread on my cheek and I tasted blood in my mouth. Mitchell’s slap hit me hard. I even thought that my head would roll off! No matter how much I want to escape this hell hole, I cannot do anything since there were two guys holding me on each side. Mitchell was furious when I reported her and her two friends for locking me in the Science Lab. They were suspended for a week and just when she got back, she immediately ordered these two ugly guys to take me and bring me in this dark and deserted alley. No one goes here much, since it was reported that a lot of bad men lurking around here. “You bitch! You think you can escape me huh?” She angrily snatched my hair and forced me to look at her. “You must have enjoyed your week since there was no one making it hard for you!” “You could have stayed silent.” Marian hissed and also pulled my hair that made me grunt. Marian was the one who was holding the ke
REBECCA’S POV "I told you not to let them bully you." My heart skipped a beat and it felt like the time slowed down. His voice was way different from what I expected. I thought he would sneer at me and laugh like the others but he… he sounded as if he was scolding me sweetly. It felt like I was a kid being reminded again. I knew my eyes were filled not just with tears but also with wonder. His presence was giving me a different feeling unlike the time when I was locked in. Emotions started to rush in and I felt weaker this time but strangely, I felt happy too that he was there with me. Ibarra removed the cloth in my mouth and all the frustration and fear that filled me came out like a querulous sob. He gave me a warm smile but it was also enveloped with a dangerous hint. It was surprising how that didn't threaten me. "Would you like your master to punish those who hurt you?" "Why are you touching that filthy human?" Mitchell asked and pulled Ibarra but he quickly removed her hand