Hiyoko had become a hermit.

After the "incident" with Hajime, Hiyoko had become scared to leave her room. The only person she spoke to was Mahiru, and she was also the only one who she let into the cabin. But even then, the dull look in Mahiru's eyes when she spoke to Hiyoko killed her on the inside. Every time Mahiru gave her that empty smile, it felt like someone was stomping on her chest, squeezing her heart. After Mahiru would leave, Hiyoko was left in a mixture of fear and sadness.

Mahiru usually brought her food as well, but one day, she just didn't show up. Of course, that made Hiyoko's fear intensify greatly, but that wasn't the only problem. By the end of the day, as night approached, her stomach grumbled and moaned. She clutched it tightly, knowing she had to eat.

Hiyoko looked towards the door. She didn't want to leave, didn't want to risk running into him, but she knew that that night would be brutal for her if she didn't get something in her belly. So, she steeled herself.

She tried to bring back the persona she had built up, the one that wasn't afraid, the one that could walk out at night by herself without too much worry, the one that wasn't scared of some boy. She did her best to bring that back to the surface, and stood up. She slapped her cheeks and walked over to the doorknob, which rattled under her shaking hand as she grabbed it. She took a deep breath, and opened the door.

She was immediately hit with the all too familiar feeling of a cool breeze against her face. She took another deep breath, allowing the clean air to flow into her lungs, and exhaled deeply.

Stars were visible in the sky, twinkling in a beautiful sight. Hiyoko stared up at them for only a moment before she looked back down, and around the cabin. Thankfully, no one was in sight, particularly him, so she took a step out and closed the door behind her. She took another step, then another, until she had gone into a full walk for the first time in days. Her legs were shaky after not using them very much over the past few days, but it didn't deter her from making the trek to the restaurant.

Every little noise, from the smallest bug to a snore she could hear even from outside (likely from Nekomaru), made her jump.

She walked past the pool, wondering if anyone had actually used it before. She certainly hadn't seen anyone use it personally. Either way, she continued, not noticing a shadow following her.

She walked inside, the dark room giving her an eerie feeling of dread that only worsened when she walked upstairs.The openness of the room allowed moonlight to lightly illuminate the room, but it wasn't much. Hiyoko carefully made her way through the room to the kitchen. After seeing how dark the kitchen was, she finally turned on a light, so she wouldn't bang into everything.

She searched the cupboards and fridges for a while until she found some sweet buns, giving her the first genuine smile she'd had in a few days. She didn't hesitate in ripping the bag open and devouring the buns, going through the entire bag (and even half of a second one she found) before she finally felt full. She sighed happily, patting her belly.

This...hadn't actually been that bad. Hiyoko felt full of confidence once more. She was still worried about Mahiru, though, so Hiyoko decided to go to her cabin and check up on her before heading to bed.

She walked out of the kitchen, the light from the room illuminating part of the inside of the restaurant. Hiyoko looked up as she was about to turn off the light in the kitchen, and jumped as she saw someone standing in the shadows. At first, she wasn't worried, due to her returning confidence, but then she heard a voice.

"Pretty late for a snack."

Hiyoko felt shivers down her spine. It was him.

As Hajime started walking towards her, Hiyoko subconsciously took steps backward, matching his pace until she bumped against the wall behind her. Her heart began to race and her face paled. He stared at her straight faced as he advanced towards her.

"Hey, have you noticed how Mahiru has been acting weird lately?" He said, like nothing was wrong. "She seems so...empty inside." Hiyoko stayed silent, any words she could've said getting stuck in her throat. He laughed. "Ah, right. She's been bringing you food and stuff every day hasn't she?" Hiyoko felt that dread again. "But she didn't visit you today, did she?" Hiyoko managed to shake her head. "Makes sense. I wouldn't want to leave my room if that happened to me, for a second time even."

When Hiyoko finally realized what he was implying, her fear turned into anger. "You little son of a-" she started as she started towards him, but he cut her off by backhanding her in the face so hard that she slammed against the wall and slid down it to the floor. She winced as she touched her now red cheek. She didn't have any time to recover as he picked her up by the arm, yanking her hard enough to make her yelp in pain, and threw her against the kitchen door. She tried to stand up, but he kicked her in the side, knocking her into the kitchen as she gasped. Clutching her side, she crawled away from him as he closed the door.

"I don't think Mahiru's in a state to tell anyone about what happened." Hajime said. "You, however…" he walked over and kicked her in the same place, worsening the pain and making Hiyoko sure she would have a bruise. He grabbed her by the front of her kimono and lifted her with surprising strength, until they were eye-to-eye. As she stared into his eyes, she felt fear worse than anything she'd felt since she saw him rape Mahiru coursing through her entire body. He looked down, and she tried following his gaze, but was unable to before he threw her against the wall, where she crumpled to the floor. Hiyoko gasped, trying to catch her breath. Her kimono had loosened from him grabbing it and the subsequent impact. "Hmm…" she heard Hajime ponder.

As she tried standing once more, she felt a hand on her waist. She looked down to find Hajime pulling at the ribbon holding her kimono in place. Hiyoko felt that fear somehow become even more intense. She tried to get away, but he punched her directly in the face, which made her vision flash as she was stunned and collapsed back onto the floor. She heard dripping, and through a slightly hazy vision, she saw blood dripping from her nose onto the floor, the crimson vivid against the white tiles.

Meanwhile, Hajime continued pulling at the ribbon until he tore it apart, leaving her kimono barely hanging onto her body. She got on her hands and knees, but he kicked her arms out from under her, making her slam her likely broken nose back against the floor, making her scream in pain as her vision flashed again. He grabbed at her kimono, and she was powerless to stop him from pulling it off her body, throwing her around in the process, until she left laying on the floor in nothing but her panties. She didn't wear a bra, as her small chest made them more uncomfortable than anything else, so she covered her chest with her arms as she crawled into the corner, noticing that he was holding up her kimono.

"I always thought this was ugly anyway." He said, and to her horror, he began to pull at it, the kimono making an agonizing noise as it slowly ripped, the sound of the sleeve separating from the rest of the outfit like an arrow through Hiyoko's heart. Hajime laughed at her expression as he methodically tore her kimono to shreds, all while Hiyoko sat shivering in the corner, covering her chest as tears ran down her cheeks.

Hajime tossed the last scrap onto the floor, her beautiful kimono reduced to a pile of fabric pieces. She was openly weeping now, despair filling her entire body. He walked over to her, and she shook her head as he reached down and grabbed her arms. She continued to just shake her head uselessly as she tried to resist him, but she was too weak, and before long, he had her arms above her head, leaving her chest exposed. Hiyoko felt her face flush as she felt his eyes on her small chest.

But to her surprise, he didn't start licking her or sucking at her chest like she expected, but he did something arguably worse. He started kicking at her legs, which made her cry out in more pain.

"P-please...stop…" she begged, but it was useless, and he simply kept kicking until her legs began to turn purple and blue with bruises. Hiyoko, in her pain, had lost all sense of time, so it felt like hours before he finally threw her to the floor once more, her legs too hurt for her to stand. She tried, but the shooting pain made her immediately collapse. Hajime used his foot to roll her over, raised his foot, and then brought it down hard on her chest. As his shoe slammed into her, she felt the breath get shoved out of her, leaving her weezing. But he didn't stop there.

He brought his foot back up and down again, slamming it once more against her chest, and did it again, and again. Every time, she was left coughing, trying to regain her breath but unable to before he hit her again. Somehow, he seemed unsatisfied, so he simply sped up his stomps, and managed to put more force behind them.

Finally, after a few agonizing minutes, he brought his foot down and she felt an intense pain echo through her entire upper body, unlike anything she'd experience prior. She inhaled, and felt a sharp pain in her chest when she did so. Every breath she took caused her agony. With this appearing to be what he had wanted, Hajime stopped and knelt down, watching her as she struggled to breathe normally. Every time she inhaled, it was like a sharp needle inside her chest.

"How does it feel?" He asked, and, unsure if she'd even be able to speak, she instead flipped him off. He grunted, and stood up. Before she could pull her hand away, he stomped on her hand, and she screamed. He stomped it two, three more times, until she felt her bones breaking in her hand. She hadn't stopped crying almost the entire time she'd been in the kitchen with this demon of a man.

Hajime walked around her, watching her struggle to move on the floor, stopping occasionally to kick or stomp on her different body parts, until a large portion of her body was covered in bruises. After he made a few laps around her, he stopped again. He looked down at her, and knelt down again.

"You look much better like this." He said, and all she could do was give him a confused expression. He thrust out his fist and punched her in the face, this time not in the nose, but the eye, making her clutch her non-broken hand to her eye as she screamed once more. He punched her in the other eye, and her vision became blurry. He didn't give her any time to recover, and instead started wailing on her face. His strikes came fast and hard, leaving her no time to protect herself as she experienced punch after punch. She felt her warm blood ooze down her face as her thoughts became cloudy in her own agony.

He continued over and over and over, until she started feeling her consciousness fading as her vision went darker and darker. She tried to croak out one last word, but all she accomplished was spitting up blood before she passed out, everything going black.

Hajime slammed his fist against Hiyoko's face, savoring the squelching noises it made as it continued to get bloodier and bloodier. Her blood splattered the floor and even the walls as he blissfully crushed her face under his hand. After what could've been seconds or minutes, he finally relented, and opened his eyes to look down upon her.

What he found was a bloody red pulp that used to be Hiyoko's head, caved in slightly from the constant abuse he put upon it. He glanced down at her chest, which lay still. He laughed aloud as he looked back at her face.

She looked so much prettier this way.

He leaned down and gently caressed her chest, feeling no heartbeat underneath it. He stared at her small chest. He had never really thought about what his preference was, but at the moment, he didn't care. He pinched one of her nipples. It was soft, unsurprisingly. He leaned down and licked her other nipple as he twirled the other around with his finger. He bit down hard on it and pulled at it with his teeth as far as he could. He managed a couple inches before it slipped out and snapped back into place, bouncing ever so slightly.

He leaned back, and trailed a finger down her stomach, over her belly button, and eventually stopped at her panties. He grabbed onto each side and pulled them down and off her legs, tossing them aside as he spread her legs wide. As he expected, she was clean, meaning he could see everything clearly. He knelt down, and lifted her legs until his mouth made contact with her pussy. He sucked at it, shoving his tongue deep inside her, as far as he could go. He licked inside her, but with her still and lifeless, she wasn't gonna provide much for him to taste. So, he pulled away and stood up, undoing his pants.

As he slid his pants and boxers to the ground, revealing his erect dick, he bent back down, and positioned himself against Hiyoko's pussy. It wasn't wet, but that wouldn't be a problem. She wasn't gonna feel it anyway.

He forcefully shoved his dick inside her, feeling her walls struggle to give way to his dick. Hajime quickly realized that with her as dry as she was, this could end up being more painful than it was worth. He needed something to help.

As he sat there with his dick partially inside of Hiyoko, he realized he had a somewhat easy fix. It wouldn't be the best, but it would work. He pulled out, and gurgled a bit in his mouth before spitting onto his hands. He did this a couple times before he rubbed it along his shaft, coating it in his saliva, a natural lubricant. With that, he positioned himself back in place, and pushed in again. This time, it went in a bit more easily. Still not perfect, but good enough. He pushed in deeper as he looked up at the bloody mess that used to be her face.

She was much more attractive like this. Especially now that she was...quiet.

Eventually, he found himself all the way inside her, up to the base. Hajime took a deep breath, and pulled out for a moment before thrusting himself back in. Nearly her entire body shifted with the movement, making her tiny chest jiggle ever so slightly. He pulled away, then thrust again, feeling his balls slap against her thighs. He did it again, then again, then again. Before long, he began to moan.

Now, it wasn't nearly as good as it was with Mahiru, but with Hiyoko in this state, it definitely helped make it better than it would've been otherwise.

He thrusted hard into her, feeling his arousal build as her body was forced to shake from the impacts of his body against hers. To Hajime's dismay, while he definitely preferred her this way, the lack of moaning or extra movement from her end, plus the weak lubricant he was forced to use, made it a bit more difficult for him to reach climax, but even so, he pushed through it, and after a few more hard thrusts, he came, pulling his dick out to empty it over her still body, getting it over her chest, stomach, and thighs. The sight of her covered in the white fluid brought a smile to Hajime's face. When he was approaching the end, he got up and walked over to her face, where he flicked his dick towards her. This caused drops of semen to land on her bloody head, the white substance mixing with the crimson fluid to create a sticky pink slime.

Once he was completely empty, Hajime got dressed, and simply stood, looking down at her body, covered in blood and semen. Bruises covered her entire body, and the fingers on one of her hands lay on the floor, bent and broken. It was a sight that made Hajime grin widely.

Now what should he do with her?

Hajime thought it over, remembering that Teruteru had once mentioned a trash compactor in the building. Perfect.

Hajime bent down, and easily lifted up Hiyoko's body and hoisted it over her shoulder. He felt the warm blood on her face start to deep into the back of his shirt, but he could deal with that later. He looked over and found her small little ass right next to his face. With a shrug, he gave it a sharp spank, leaving it red, which made him giggle. He walked over, opened the door, and made his way to the trash compactor.

Once he had located it, he threw Hiyoko into it as if she was nothing more than trash, which he supposed was accurate enough. She tumbled down the shaft until she crashed into a pile of discarded food and plates at the bottom. She lay there in a heap, as still as the rest of the garbage around her. He looked over, spotting a button to activate it, and pushed it. He watched as the machine started up, and her body was slowly pushed by the closing walls. Soon enough, her body started to bend, her limbs being pushed tightly together in ways they weren't supposed to.

As the walls closed in further, Hajime heard a cracking sound, and smiled. The walls pushed tightly against each other with Hiyoko between them. More cracking sounds followed, and red began to splatter on the compactor's walls. Her body became condensed, appearing less like a human with every passing second, until the last wall came down from the top, crushing her completely, fusing her with the rest of the trash. This left Hajime watching and waiting as the compactor condensed the garbage as tightly together as it could, and once it was done, the walls retracted, giving Hajime another glimpse inside.

All that remained was large patches of red, white, and pink. Pieces of bone, flesh, intestines, muscle, everything you could think of was visible amongst the crushed food. Hajime couldn't discern any solid body parts, only pieces here and there. Hiyoko had completely vanished into the garbage, leaving behind only blood and organs. Hajime nodded to himself, and walked away from the remains of Hiyoko Saionji.

As he walked back to the kitchen, he checked to see if she had dripped anywhere along the way. Unfortunately, she had, so he'd have to take care of that after the kitchen. He went in, found the cleaning supplies, and got to work. It felt almost methodical as he wiped the blood off the walls and floor, which seemed to be everywhere. Once that was done, he swept up the tattered pieces of her kimono, the ribbon that had been wrapped around it, and her panties. He gathered up all of the paper towels he had used for the blood, as well as the fabric, and took it out to the restaurant. As he made his way back to the compactor, he cleaned up the small blood splatters along the way, until he was sure he'd gotten everything.

He tossed it all into the compactor and turned it on again, finding joy as he heard some remaining bones get crushed, the sound of the bones shattering like music to his ears. Once it was done, he decided to take a little bit to activate it a few more times just to be sure as much of her was crushed and broken as possible. He continued activating it until he no longer heard bones being broken. Finally, he stepped back, and let out a sigh.

He was finally done.

He felt exhaustion overtake his body, so he silently crept down the stairs, out the door, and made his way back to his cabin.

However, as he spotted the cabin of another student, he stopped. The pixelated picture of the red-haired girl on the mailbox made him grin wickedly, and despite his exhaustion, he changed directions, and instead made his way to the cabin, smiling all the while.