"Hell yeah I'm so hungry!"
Akane shouted her usual pre-meal battle cry of hunger as she attacked the breakfast that sat in front of her. Meanwhile, everyone else around her was on edge, their faces downcast. Not a single smile was on anyone's face, and for good reason. Hiyoko and Nagito had been missing for days, nobody had seemingly seen Mikan recently, Ibuki never seemed to leave her room anymore, and Sonia and Kazuichi hadn't shown up for breakfast. They also didn't answer when their cabins had been checked. Everybody was worried. Even Fuyuhiko was unnerved.
"You'd think we'd at least have found their bodies by now if they were dead." He said to Peko, who sat beside him silently eating her meal. Everybody was mostly spaced out. Nekomaru and Akane were eating together, Peko and Fuyuhiko were over by themselves, Gundham was by himself, and Mahiru was sitting alone. Well, she was sitting alone at first, until Chiaki walked over and sat down next to her.
"Hey." Chiaki said quietly. Mahiru simply nodded. Chiaki had made it a habit to sit down with Mahiru, which, while she never really voiced it, she definitely appreciated. Mahiru was sure Chiaki knew though, or else she wouldn't have kept doing it.
"This is the kind of atmosphere you get when you lose in the big leagues." Nekomaru said as he drank his water. "Just...sadness."
"Yes, even I can feel it draining my powers." Gundham said as he prodded at his meal. The restaurant was strangely quiet, except for Akane, who happily munched on food despite the mood.
Chiaki sidled up to Mahiru, and started eating. She noticed Mahiru wasn't touching her food, but this was nothing new. Chiaki often had to force her to eat. What was new was when Mahiru slowly lowered her head and rested it on Chiaki's shoulder. Chiaki froze for a moment, unsure what to do as a bit of social anxiety crept in, but she tried her best to shake it off, and tilt her head so it rested against Mahiru's. She could see the smile on Mahiru's face out of the corner of her eye.
"You know, Akane, you should really use a napkin." Nekomaru chided, but she didn't answer, simply continuing to eat. He sighed and stood up. "I'll go get you some." Nekomaru not being his usually boisterous self only tanked the mood further. He walked over, opened the door to the kitchen, and went inside.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Everybody jumped to their feet as they heard Nekomaru shout from the kitchen. He quickly emerged, a terrified look on his face.
"What?! What happened?!" Chiaki asked.
"Probably just saw a bug or something." Fuyuhiko said as he started to sit back down, but Peko grabbed his shoulder, stopping him.
"It...it's Kazuichi!!" Nekomaru said as he rushed back inside. The others looked at each other for a minute before they rushed after him, filing into the kitchen. Gasps were heard as they witnessed the sight in front of them.
It was Kazuichi, gagged, and tied up naked. Chiaki felt her cheeks turn pink as she glanced at...it...and respectfully looked away, as did Mahiru. Nekomaru stepped forward and ripped the gag off his mouth.
"HE KILLED HER!!" Kazuichi shouted.
"What?!" Nekomaru exclaimed. "Who killed who?!"
"M-Miss Sonia...she...she…" Tears formed in Kazuichi's eyes as he struggled to say it. "He...killed her…"
"WHO?!" Nekomaru shouted.
"Wow, already? That was fast."
Everybody turned to the source of the sudden voice, which came from the door to the kitchen. Immediately, Mahiru became deathly pale, and backed away to the wall, where she slowly slid down it to the floor, horror covering her entire face.
Hajime walked into the room, his face scarily calm as he surveyed the situation. "I didn't expect you to find him so quickly." Everybody gave him a confused look.
"Wait, you did this?" Fuyuhiko asked, the shock evident in his voice.
"HE KILLED MISS SONIA!!" Kazuichi shouted as he thrashed in the chair. Mahiru only seemed to shrivel up more as she placed her hands on her head.
"Not her too…" she mumbled. Chiaki frowned and walked over towards Hajime, stopping a few feet in front of him.
"What did you do?" She asked, and Hajime shrugged.
"Are you deaf? He just told you." Hajime said as he gestured to Kazuichi. Everyone went slack jawed, except for Chiaki.
"You're saying you actually did kill Sonia?" She asked, and he nodded. Chiaki was confused. He seemed so different, just like in her dream. He didn't seem like the same Hajime she saw helping them in the trial. "Why?"
"Because I wanted to." He said, his expression unchanging.
"Wait...shouldn't we be having a trial now? I mean, he just admitted to killing someone." Fuyuhiko asked, his arms crossed, yet his hands were trembling slightly. Hajime shook his head.
"Tell them Chiaki." He said as he smiled. She sighed, but never took her eyes off of him.
"We haven't discovered the body." She said, and Fuyuhiko took a step back out of surprise.
"How devious, if there is no body, there is no trial, as there is therefore no proof a murder actually took place. Very clever, I must admit." Gundham said.
"Thank you. The same will go for Hiyoko, too." He said, saying it so casually that it actually took a moment for everyone to process it. Everyone except Mahiru, who started to sob.
"You...killed her too?!" Fuyuhiko said, his face going pale. "Two murders? Is that even allowed?"
"Indeed it is, especially if the bodies are never found." Hajime said. Chiaki was still staring at Hajime when a sudden, familiar feeling came over her. Her body started to feel heavy, and her vision blurred. Hajime laughed, and looked over his shoulder. "You weren't kidding when you said it would react faster this time." Out from behind Hajime stepped Mikan. It took Chiaki a bit to see through her blurry vision that her eye appeared dark, before she realized it was because there was no eye there, just a socket. Chiaki finally broke her gaze from Hajime to look at the others. They started to sway, their arms hanging down as their eyelids fluttered. Mahiru fell over onto the floor. Soon, the others joined her, leaving Chiaki as the only one left standing.
"You...drugged me?" She asked, finally realizing what had happened a few nights ago. Her already weak knees began shaking as she thought about everything he had done to her, and tears gathered in her eyes. Hajime simply smiled at her as she fell to her knees, then the floor, and that smile was the last thing she saw before it all went black.
Chiaki awoke to a familiar feeling of being unable to move. Her head felt heavy, and her thoughts were groggy. She was bound once more, but this time she wasn't alone. Everybody else was tied up in a circle in the restaurant. This time, she wasn't naked though, so that was a plus.
Once her thoughts cleared enough, she saw Nagito also tied up across from her. Everyone else was starting to wake up as well, and when Fuyuhiko laid eyes on Nagito, he growled.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" He shouted at the straight faced ultimate.
"I was a bit...tied up. Though I suppose my situation hasn't changed much." Nagito answered. Chiaki noticed Kazuichi and Nekomaru looking at each other with nervous expressions. Chiaki then noticed that Kazuichi was gagged again, but he was the only one out of them to be gagged.
"Ah you're awake." A voice said that got all of their attention. Of course, it was Hajime, who walked in between Kazuichi and Nekomaru to enter the middle of the circle. "The secret is out now, which feels kinda nice. That means I can go all out now."
"Hajime, what is all this? What happened to you?" Nekomaru asked. "You were so helpful in that trial, why are you doing this?!"
"Because it's fun." Hajime said and he snapped his fingers. Mikan emerged from the kitchen with a plate on a small rolling table. Mikan rolled it in through a large space they'd left between two of them and put it in front of Akane. Chiaki saw Kazuichi go pale.
Akane sniffed the air, and her eyes went wide. "That smells...AMAZING." She said, a smile covering her face. Mikan took the top off of the platter and revealed some juicy, medium rare, strange-looking meat sitting on it. Chiaki instantly got a bad feeling looking at it, which was only strengthened when Kazuichi started to thrash around in panic at the sight of the meat.
"Akane, don't eat that!" Chiaki shouted. Akane ignored her though, her hunger taking over and Mikan produced a fork and a knife and started cutting the meat. She cut off a chunk and held it up to Akane's mouth, which she happily bit down on and started chewing. Kazuichi almost seemed to be crying as Mikan fed Akane more of the mystery meat.
"Ugh, it's so good!" Akane said between bites. She had a blissful look on her face as she ate. Chiaki was forced to sit and wonder what was wrong with the meat. Was it poisoned? Was it not real meat? Was it-
Chiaki froze as an idea struck her. She looked over at Kazuichi again, who stared at the meat with sadness in his eyes. The blood drained from her face as she realized her hunch must have been correct.
"Akane, don't eat it! It's Sonia!" Chiaki shouted, and Akane finally stopped mid-chew, looking over at Chiaki with a confused expression. "It's...it's Sonia. They killed her and cooked her...you're eating Sonia." Akane simply stared at her with wide eyes as Hajime laughed, and clapped his hands.
"Damn, I was hoping it would last longer than that." He said. "Yeah, Akane, you're eating a bit of Sonia's thighs." Akane stared at Hajime in horror. "Tastes good, huh?" Akane sat frozen for a while, and then suddenly turned and vomited onto Mikan, who leapt back in disgust as her uniform became covered in gross bits of Sonia. Hajime frowned.
"Ugh, take that off, I don't want to see you like that." Hajime said, and Mikan nodded as she quickly discarded the uniform. Chiaki, along with everyone else, was shocked to see that Mikan had been wearing nothing underneath the uniform, and was now left standing there naked except for her socks, shoes, and bandages. Kazuichi unsurprisingly couldn't help but stare, but Fuyuhiko and Nekomaru looked away respectfully. Nagito also just sat and stared, but not in the same way as Kazuichi. Chiaki looked at Mikan, but not at her now exposed privates. Instead she noticed cuts all over Mikan's body, barely healed, likely making them only days old.
"Mikan...what happened to you?" Chiaki asked, and Mikan smiled at her. There was no shame, no embarrassment, no anger or sadness in her smile, only happiness.
"I had my eye opened." She said, and giggled. Akane continued heaving a bit as Mikan walked into the kitchen and returned with a knife.
"This is fucked up...so fucked up…" Fuyuhiko muttered. "Were you like that bastard over there?" He gestured towards Nagito. "Hiding that crazy this whole time?"
Mikan walked over and handed the knife to Hajime, who then approached Nagito. Nagito looked up and smiled.
"Such beautiful despair you've brought to us." He said. "What an amazing obstacle to overcome!" Chiaki could swear she saw sparkles in his eyes. Hajime rolled his eyes, and grabbed Nagito's pants, stabbing the knife into them, and dragging it along, slicing apart the pants. Nagito didn't seem fazed at all as Hajime used the knife to cut apart Nagito's pants before tossing them aside. He then grabbed Nagito's plain checkered boxers and cut them wide open until Hajime could rip them the rest of the way with his hands. He tossed the fabric aside, leaving Nagito bottomless. Chiaki felt a blush cover her face as she stared at Nagito's dick, which was surprisingly at full mast. Nagito continued to smile.
"You were so irritating in the trial, you know." Hajime said as he twirled the knife around in Nagito's face. "You and your annoying hope." Nagito's expression finally changed as he frowned.
"No need to be like that." Nagito said. "I just want everyone to grow stronger!"
"Shut up." Hajime said as he suddenly grabbed Nagito's dick and brought the knife down hard, slicing through the stretched muscle. Nagito screamed in agony, and the rest of the students gasped in terror (with the guys feeling sympathy pains) as the knife became embedded in Nagito's dick.. Blood quickly seeped out and started to cover the chair Nagito was tied to. He struggled to keep a smile on his face as he body shook with pain. His breathing became rapid. When it didn't seem to go all the way through, Hajime pulled it out, and brought it down again, this time cutting through entirely and making Nagito screech in agony. Hajime snapped his fingers again, and Mikan was right there with duct tape, which she handed to him. Mikan then moved over behind Nagito and forced his mouth open. For whatever reason, Nagito didn't seem to fight back very much.
"Now please stop talking." Hajime said as he forcefully shoved Nagito's detached dick into his mouth and then quickly used the duct tape to close it shut. Nagito went wide eyed and tears formed in his eyes as he was forced to taste his own dick. Mikan giggled as she walked back over to Hajime's side. They both stared as blood flowed out of his crotch onto the chair, Nagito's entire body shaking like it was winter.
"I don't think even my father would do something like that…" Fuyuhiko said quietly, his expression one of pure horror.
Hajime held out his hand and Mikan took away the knife, replacing it with a butter knife. Hajime flipped the knife around a bit before he shoved it deep inside the hole left behind at Nagito's crotch. Nagito screamed into the duct tape, tears flowing down his face as it turned extremely pale. Hajime let go of the knife, allowing it to stick out of the hole in a terrible sight as blood oozed outward. By this point, no one had any more words to say, simply stricken into a fearful silence.
Hajime smiled at the sight, and then turned to Mahiru, his smile growing wider. Mikan handed him the sharp knife he'd used to cut off Nagito's dick, slick red with blood. As he approached, she pressed herself against the back of her chair, her eyes going wide as she shook her head.
"Please, no...don't-!" She cried, but he simply grabbed her collar and brought the knife down to it, cutting a hole into it. Mahiru continued begging him to stop as he ruthlessly cut apart her clothes, tossing away the top half as it was separated from her skirt. He grabbed her bra and tore it off, her breasts bouncing slightly as they were freed. He cut through her shirt and then also tore off her panties, throwing them aside as she cried. Chiaki was trying to find the words to make this situation better, either telling Hajime to stop or encouraging Mahiru that she'd be alright, but nothing came. All she could do was watch as Mikan and Hajime readjusted her bonds so that her legs became tied up and spread wide.
"Please...not in front of everyone...I don't want to, I don't want to!!" Mahiru begged. Her voice was breaking as she spoke, leaving Chiaki's heart just as broken. She felt powerless, unable to do anything at all to help. Hajime walked behind Mahiru and reached out from behind her to grab onto her breasts.
"Soft as always~" Hajime said as he firmly grasped and squeezed them, making Mahiru moan as tears continued falling down her face. "I don't know why you wouldn't want to show everyone your nice tit. Oh well, I'm so happy everybody else is getting to hear your beautiful moans at least~" Mahiru shook her head.
"H-how do you keep finding ways to make it worse?!" Mahiru exclaimed, and Hajime laughed. Suddenly he reached an arm back and smacked her breast hard, leaving a red handprint as she shouted in surprise and pain. He repeated the motion with her other breast, leaving both of them red as she shuddered in pain. He grabbed onto them again and squeezed them hard.
Then he removed a hand from one of her breasts and moved it down her body to her crotch. He used his fingers to spread her lips. By this point, most everyone was trying not to stare, but for the boys, human nature made it so they couldn't help but glance over at Mahiru's fully visible pussy. "D-don't show them!!" She exclaimed.
"You're not wet yet?" He asked, and started to gently caress her clit with his finger. She moaned again, despite the despair evident on her face. Mikan walked over and knelt down in front of her.
"Please...I don't want everyone to see me like this…" she pleaded desperately, despite knowing it was pointless.
Mikan grabbed Mahiru's free breast and placed her nipple inside her mouth, making Mahiru gasp with pleasure.
"M-Mikan...why…" she asked, and Hajime laughed.
"There you go, it's starting to feel a little damp now." He said as he continued stroking her insides. She shook her head in useless defiance as Mikan nibbled at her nipple. Mahiru's legs trembled and her body lurched as Hajime thrust a finger deep inside her. Mahiru whimpered, which finally rattled Chiaki enough to say something.
"Hajime!"
Hajime and Mikan suddenly stopped and turned to look at her. She felt a shiver down her spine.
"Can't you see we're busy right now?" Hajime said, and before Chiaki could say another word, he plunged two fingers inside Mahiru as he placed his mouth on her neck. She moaned as drool slid out of her mouth. Her entire body shook as she was hit with simultaneous sensations of Mikan sucking at her breast, Hajime thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy, and Hajime also sucking at her neck.
"I...I...I don't want...to…" Mahiru said as she gave one last moan, climaxing. Her cum sprayed onto Hajime's hand as well as the chair and the floor. Gundham, Kazuichi, and Fuyuhiko were fully staring at that point, while Nekomaru was the only one who was still managing to look away. Mahiru's body shook as it erupted in waves, until it was all done. She settled back in her chair as Hajime and Mikan pulled away from her. She was left breathing heavily, her face covered in sweat, tears, and drool.
"I...hate...you…" she said between breaths,
"I know." Hajime said back as he turned towards Peko and Fuyuhiko, his next victims. Peko stiffened as Hajime walked up in front of Fuyuhiko.
"Don't you dare touch him." Peko said, her voice cold and her face flat. Hajime couldn't help but laugh at her seriousness.
"You do know the situation you're in right?" He asked, and Peko simply stared daggers at him. Hajime held out his hand and once more, Mikan put the knife into it. Hajime examined Fuyuhiko, then turned his attention over to Peko once more.
"Such a pretty face, wouldn't you agree, Fuyuhiko?" Hajime asked. Fuyuhiko gave him a concerned look as Hajime got an inch away from her. He suddenly grabbed her chin, and Fuyuhiko growled.
"Hey, don't you lay a fucking finger on her, you bastard!" He cursed, seeming to have his bravado temporarily return. Hajime shook his head and brought the knife to Peko's forehead.
"Now don't move a muscle if you don't want me to hurt him." Hajime instructed. Peko simply stared at him as he gently pushed the knife into her skin, and she didn't seem to react at all. He barely went in at all before he started to pull it around her face, carving a thin trench.
"What are you doing to her?!" Fuyuhiko demanded as he thrashed in his chair. "Stop it, you bastard! I'll fucking kill you with your own knife!!"
"Stop barking when you and I both know you are never gonna bite." Hajime said as he had now reached Peko's chin, and started making his way back up to the original cut.
"I swear I'll do it! I will cut you into little pieces, and throw them into an incinerator!!" Fuyuhiko continued to shout as Hajime completed a full circle around Peko's face. He stuck the knife underneath the skin, and started to pry at it. Peko finally started to show some reaction as she began to cringe in pain. Chiaki wanted to cover her ears, to not hear the disgusting sound of Hajime pulling the skin away from Peko's face. As more and more of the skin came off, blood splattered onto everything; Peko, her chair, the floor, and Hajime. Pieces stretched between the skin and the muscle underneath, trying to keep them attached and failing as her face was peeled from her head. As the last bit was torn away, Peko was left shaking in pain that even she couldn't hide. Fuyuhiko's expression was a mixture of rage and terror as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Finally, with one last disgusting sound, Hajime separated Peko's face from her head, leaving behind a bloody red mess. The only way you could tell it had once been a face was her mouth and eyes, which had tears building in them. Her body continued shaking as she tried to suppress the pain.
"See what I mean?" Hajime said as he held up Peko's face for everyone to see. Akane, who was still reeling from having eaten a former classmate, threw up once more at the sight of the bloody, dripping face. Hajime took the knife, and started carving at the eye holes in it, widening them. The leftover flesh dropped to the floor with a sickening 'plop'. Once the eye holes had been cut open enough to his satisfaction, Hajime lifted up the face to show everyone.
"This...this can't be happening...there's no way this is real…" Nekomaru muttered to himself. Hajime turned back to Fuyuhiko, and crept up to him.
"Don't...do...anything…" Peko growled, her fists white from clenching them so hard.
"All I'm gonna do is make him more pretty." Hajime said, and before Fuyuhiko could react, Hajime plopped Peko's face down on top of his. Fuyuhiko screamed in terror as Peko's blood covered his entire face. The smell was indescribably bad, so bad that he almost vomited.
"Now then, we don't want that to fall off." Hajime said and Mikan walked up with some string and a needle. To everyone's horror, she began to sew the skin mask onto Fuyuhiko's face. His screams echoed through the room, invading everyone's brains. They were screams of pure agony and terror, something you wish to never hear. Meanwhile, Peko twitched and twisted her body in agony as she watched Fuyuhiko get her face attached to his and listened to his horrifying screams.
"Young Master!" She shouted. Everyone had a moment to give her a look of confusion at the bizarre nickname, but Mikan and Hajime didn't even acknowledge it as Mikan continued carefully sewing Peko's face onto Fuyuhiko's while Hajime held his head in place to keep him from moving too much. Finally, once it was all done, Mikan stepped back to allow everyone to witness the horror she had created. Peko's face looked stretched and empty as it sat on top of Fuyuhiko's. They could see his eyes through the eye holes Hajime had carved open, and he was breathing heavily, seeming to be on the brink of hyperventilating. Hajime walked over to Peko and held the knife up to her neck.
"Now, I have a simple order for you." Hajime said. "Fuck her, or I'll kill her."
"Hajime…" was all Chiaki could say. He ignored her and turned Fuyuhiko and Peko's chairs to face one another.
Fuyuhiko's expression was hard to read, as it was hidden underneath his new fleshy mask. Hajime pushed the knife against Peko's neck, drawing blood, and Fuyuhiko nodded. Hajime grabbed Peko's collar and sliced down her outfit, cutting through it and her bra in one swift motion. Her modest bust bounced around a bit, which Fuyuhiko's eyes followed as Mikan untied him. Once the bonds were off, he stood up, almost falling over on his shaky legs. Hajime held a hand out for Fuyuhiko to wait, and Mikan grabbed onto him from behind to cement that as Hajime finished cutting up the rest of Peko's clothes, discarding them as he spread her legs wide for Fuyuhiko. Mikan let go of Fuyuhiko, and he rushed over to Peko.
"P-Peko…" he said, his voice muffled by the mask.
"Young Master…" Peko said back weakly. Despite his obvious concern for her, Fuyuhiko's eyes wandered down her gorgeous body, settling on her breasts and exposed pussy. Hajime saw the obvious bulge in his pants, so Hajime cleared his throat.
"Now." He said, and Fuyuhiko growled at him.
"Young Master…" Peko said, bringing Fuyuhiko's attention back to her, "I am just a tool, so you can't use me for pleasure without worry." Fuyuhiko shook his head.
"No, you're not-"
"No sappiness, just fuck, now." Hajime said, twirling the knife in his fingers. Fuyuhiko sighed, and looked into Peko's eyes. Peko nodded, and Fuyuhiko started undoing his pants.
"This is fucked, this is fucked, this is fucked, this is fucked…" he repeated to himself as he struggled to undo things with his shaky hands. He glanced around, likely a little embarrassed to have an audience, but he dropped his pants and boxers to the floor, revealing his erect dick to her. Peko's eyes locked onto it immediately. Fuyuhiko gently grabbed her thighs and brought himself closer until his dick pressed against her pussy. He gave her one last look before he took a deep breath and plunged himself inside her.
Her moan combined with the strange sensation he felt against his dick made Fuyuhiko's head swim. He felt an intense ecstasy that also dropped him to the floor. He steadied himself and forced himself deeper, deeper, until he was fully inside her. Peko's body shook from pleasure and pain. Her rapid breathing caused her breasts to move up and down almost hypnotically. Fuyuhiko gently placed his hand upon one of them, making her jump in surprise. He brushed a thumb against her hardened nipple as he pushed his fingers against the soft flesh.
"Young...mmmm-! M-master…" Peko moaned, and Fuyuhiko could barely think. He allowed his entire hand to grasp her breast firmly, and he shook his head. He took another deep breath and started to thrust into her. Peko's body lurched after the first thrust, making her free breast bounce. Fuyuhiko moaned as well, overtaken by an intense feeling that he'd never felt before. It was pure bliss. He started speeding up his thrusts, and he squeezed her breast harder than he'd meant to, but her moans of pleasure gave him the impression that she liked it.
The entire room was silent except for the two of them, completely enraptured by the two having sex right in front of them, a sight none of them would have ever expected. Mikan, likely turned on by the whole thing, was doing her best to get Hajime's attention by sandwiching one of his arms between her breasts, one of her hands at her pussy while the other was trying to reach for Hajime's crotch. He continuously slapped her hand away, but it didn't deter her.
As Fuyuhiko went faster, the rest of the room seemed to fade away, leaving only him and Peko. While he felt sadness when he saw the bloody mess her face had become, he tried to instead focus on her beautiful blazing red eyes, which stared back with just as much intensity as always. Her moans filled his head, and her and her body was all he could think about. He could already feel the pressure building within him. He wanted to kiss her, to feel her mouth against his, but he realized with a pang of sadness that it wouldn't be possible. Her lips were gone, leaving nothing behind but a hole with teeth in it. Still, this was good enough.
As his climax continued building, Fuyuhiko began to slow down, losing speed but gaining power with his thrusts. He was about to pull out to finish when, almost seeming to read his thoughts, Peko grabbed his hand, conveying the silent message to answer the question he'd been afraid to ask.
With that, he pushed himself entirely inside her as he came, filling her insides with his seed as it erupted out of him in waves. His body shook as it leaked out of the sides of her pussy, and once it was finally done, he pulled out, splattering his semen across the ground. The two of them were left breathing heavily, and Fuyuhiko once again found himself staring deep into her eyes.
And underneath the face mask, he smiled. At least, at first.
Then as the veil of pleasure faded, reality began to set in again, and as he looked at Peko's bloody red head, he felt extreme guilt replace his happiness. He'd been forced to watch these monsters cut off his...his...Peko's face and sew it onto his, and then have sex with her while wearing it! Along with his guilt was a feeling of anger. He turned towards Hajime, ready to advance, but he was met with a kick to the groin. He doubled over in pain and Hajime took the opportunity to shove him back into the chair, which Mikan quickly tied him back to. She didn't even give him long enough to move his hands away from his crotch, so she tied them in that position, which left him incredibly uncomfortable, even past the incredible pain he felt at the moment.
"You...fucking bastards!!" He shouted. Hajime tilted his head as he stared at him.
"You seemed to be enjoying yourself a moment ago." Hajime said. Fuyuhiko felt that intense guilt wash over him once again, and he went silent, unable to look Peko in the eyes. Peko also stayed silent, though with her it was harder to tell why, even when she did have a face.
Hajime took a look around. He smiled when he saw Nagito still struggling with his own dick in his mouth, somewhat surprised he hadn't seemed to bite down at all yet. He was sure the taste was something terrible, though. Kazuichi was staring sadly at Akane, who sat there with shock in her eyes. He figured it was because one of the things she loved most had betrayed her. Mahiru was staring at the ground, almost not moving at all, and Chiaki was staring at him intensely.
Something he hadn't noticed that Chiaki had, however, was that Nagito's bonds weren't actually all that tied, or they had become loose. Yet, he hadn't done anything. This didn't really surprise Chiaki, though, considering what he'd said in the trial. It didn't make her any less angry that he wasn't helping despite what Hajime was doing to all of them. Chiaki couldn't help but take some solace in the fact that he was still in obvious pain as his legs twitched around and tears still ran down his cheeks.
Meanwhile, Mikan was once again up against Hajime, desperately wanting attention that he didn't want to give. He sighed.
"If you're so horny, go fuck Kazuichi." Hajime said, and Mikan stepped back a bit.
"Is that an order?" She asked.
"Sure." Hajime said, and Mikan nodded, turning towards Kazuichi. Kazuichi immediately began thrashing around as he shook his head wildly. Hajime handed her the knife, and she rushed towards him, stabbing the knife through his jumpsuit, and quickly cutting it to pieces. He screamed into the gag, and she ripped it off.
"No! Stop! Stay away you crazy-!"
"Sorry, he told me to, I'll do whatever it takes to make him happy." Mikan said as she finished tearing through his boxers and flinging the scraps aside. Kazuichi was semi hard from watching Peko and Fuyuhiko, but Mikan sought to quickly remedy that. She quickly straddled him, pressing her breasts against his chest.
"N-no! I...I can't-!" He shouted. Mikan placed his dick against her wet pussy and started grinding against it. He groaned and shook as the sensations she threw at him quickly made him fully erect. She giggled and lifted up her body, positioning herself above him. He continued to shake his head in desperate defiance.
"Please don't! I don't want to-" He gasped when Mikan dropped her body down, forcing his dick inside her dripping pussy. Both of them groaned as she brought herself completely down, pushing him fully inside her. Tears welled up in Kazuichi's eyes. "I-I'm sorry Sonia…" Mikan giggled again and lifted her body a bit before slamming it back down into Kazuichi's dick. She started repeating this movement, making a slapping sound as their bodies collided.
Meanwhile, Chiaki had snapped back to her senses. "H-Hajime!" Hajime turned towards her. "Please, stop this! This isn't you! I know this isn't you!" Chiaki pleaded. Hajime narrowed his eyes at her and walked up to her, kneeling down to be eye level. He stared deep into her eyes, enough so that she shifted in the seat with extra discomfort.
"This is me now." He said. "Don't worry, It'll be your turn soon enough." Chiaki turned her attention back to Mikan and Kazuichi, impressed by the speed Mikan was able to lift her body up and slam it back down onto Kazuichi's. Kazuichi was moaning, but Chiaki could see in his eyes that he was not enjoying this.
"I...don't...want...to…" Kazuichi said weakly as he suddenly lurched. Mikan brought her body down one last time as Kazuichi came inside her. Semen ran down Mikan's legs and onto the chair as she laughed. Kazuichi's head fell back as he unloaded everything into her, and once it was all done, Mikan stood up, spraying whatever was left onto the floor, and almost tumbling to the floor on her shaky legs.
"Do you feel better now?" Hajime asked. Mikan nodded. He stood back up and walked into the kitchen and soon returned holding a baseball bat of all things. He walked past Chiaki and up to Nekomaru. Nekomaru only had time to give him a single glance before Hajime brought the bat down on Nekomaru's knee with a sickening "crack". Nekomaru's loud scream bellowed around the room, shaking Chiaki to her core. Hajime didn't give him even a second to recover before he brought the bat down again on the same spot. Nekomaru's face went pale as he screamed. Hajime viciously attacked Nekomaru's knee with a ferocity Chiaki didn't know he was capable of.
And Hajime didn't just attack his knees, he also bashed his thighs, his calves, and his feet. No part of Nekomaru's legs was spared as Hajime threw all of his power into every swing of the bat. Chiaki was thankful Nekomaru was wearing pants, so they were all spared the sight of his legs underneath. Eventually, when Nekomaru was left crying in pain, his legs slightly twisted, Hajime gave them one last swing before he threw the bat aside, stepping back while breathing heavily. Nekomaru trembled as his legs twitched, and Hajime didn't even seem to care. The only indication he gave of acknowledgment of the thing he'd just done was what he said next. "If they end up healing right, then it's obvious I didn't do it well enough."
Now the only sounds in the room were Kazuichi trying to catch his breath, Nekomaru sobbing, Nagito groaning into his gag as he choked on his dick, and...something else. Hajime lifted his head as he and Chiaki both simultaneously seemed to hear a slight noise that was hard to identify at first. It almost sounded like...nibbling.
Hajime whipped around towards what appeared to be its source. The source was one of Gundham's hamsters, Maga-Z in particular, nibbling at the ropes binding him to the chair. As soon as he saw that Hajime had spotted him, Maga-Z attempted to run back up Gundham's leg, but Hajime was fast and grabbed him. He thrashed around in Hajime's hand, and Hajime threw him with all his strength against the wall. Gundham cried out as if Hajime had just struck his child. The sound of him hitting the wall made Chiaki cringe, especially when it was followed by a squeaky whimper. Hajime walked over and picked up the wounded hamster and brought him over to Gundham. The hamster looked up at Gundham with sad eyes, mimicking Gundham's, which began to sprout tears.
Then Hajime threw the hamster to the ground hard, raised his foot, and brought it down, silencing the hamster's whimpers with a crunch.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Gundham cried out, leaning forward towards his friend and ally. The hamster twitched for only a moment before it went completely still. "You...you are not human." Gundham said, tears flowing down his cheeks. "No human could...do such a thing to a creature such as that…" Chiaki felt her own tears building at the pure despair on Gundham's face as he stared at the crumpled corpse of his beloved pet. She could tell Gundham was trying not to completely break down into a crying fit. Hajime didn't say a word as he walked over to Chiaki once more.
"Hajime, please." She pleaded once more. "I know this isn't who you are. I don't know why you're doing this, but please stop!" Chiaki felt those tears flowing down at full force now as she desperately pleaded for the real Hajime she knew was still there to come back. And, only for a moment, his face softened. Chiaki felt a twinge of hope before she suddenly felt an intense pulling around her neck.
Hajime had produced some rope probably left over from when he had tied them up and had wrapped it around Chiaki's neck tightly in such a way to where he could tighten it while standing right in front of her. So that's what he did, he looked her directly in the eyes as he pulled on the rope. Chiaki felt the familiar choking sensation as before, only somehow stronger. Her vision became blurry, and her chest burned as her lungs struggled to bring air into them. Her vision started to blacken as she slipped into unconsciousness…
"STOP!"
Suddenly, the rope around her neck loosened, and Chiaki coughed as air flooded into her lungs, and her vision began to clear. Both her and Hajime turned to the source of the outburst, finding Mahiru staring at them intensely.
"Let her go. Torture me instead, kill me, I don't care, just leave her alone." She said. Hajime studied her expression, and then looked to Chiaki, who was still coughing and wheezing. Hajime shrugged and pulled the rope away from her neck, throwing it aside. He retrieved the knife he'd used to cause so much terrible trouble and approached Mahiru.
"Just for that, I'm gonna make this especially-" Hajime started, but a sudden kick to the groin shut him up quickly. Mahiru had managed to quietly undo her bonds enough to escape, and had thrown a foot directly into Hajime's crotch. He bent over in pain, to which she brought her foot up into his face, knocking him to the floor and causing him to drop the knife. She pulled herself the rest of the way out of her bonds and grabbed the knife as she lunged onto Hajime, straddling him. He looked up at her in shock as she raised the knife, and with a scream full of pain, sorrow, terror, and pure, unadulterated rage, she brought it down into his chest.
The entire room went silent. Even Nekomaru and Gundham had stopped making noise.
Hajime stayed frozen in shock. But Mahiru didn't stop. She pulled the knife out and brought it down once more, splattering blood onto her hands. Then she did it again, and again, and again. She continuously pulled the knife out and stabbed him again, every stab covering her in more and more blood, even beginning to splatter on her face. As she stabbed him, she cried, and cried hard. She let out all the bottled up emotions she'd had. She stabbed him for every time he had raped her, for every time he had struck Hiyoko before he'd killed her, for every time he had placed a knife to Mikan, for every bite he'd had of Sonia's dead body. She stabbed him for every single time he'd caused pain over the past few days. Hajime simply sat there in pure shock as she stabbed him more times than anybody could count, until his chest was nothing more than a bloody mess of skin and fabric, and Mahiru brought the knife down one more time, breathing heavily, her arms and face covered in Hajime's blood.
The room was silent.
And then, he laughed.
Mahiru looked up at Hajime's face as he laughed, blood spurting out of his mouth. He laughed and laughed at her. She shouted as she pulled the knife out and brought it down one more time, directly into Hajime's forehead, embedding the knife deep into his skull. Finally, Hajime went silent, and his body went still.
It took a moment before Mahiru's tears turned from tears of rage and sadness to those of joy. She cried tears of pure joy. Finally, it was over. It was all over.
Then, there was a sound. A sound that everyone had forgotten about, a sound that turned those tears back into ones of despair, a sound that signaled a terrible time to come.
'Ding Dong, Bing Bong…'