I went to bed like usual that night-but when I woke up, I was in a place I had never seen before.
At first I was confused, and terrified. None of my friends were there. None of the Phantom Thieves. I was on my own.
However that soon changed...I can't describe it, but it's as though my entire mind began to warp. Eventually I became disgusted-disgusted at my old self. My pansy self. The me who couldn't see it.
The me who couldn't see the toxicity of treating ugly-looking people decently.
It wasn't something that happened instantly, mind you. It was a rather...slow process...
Oh, but you don't need to know about THAT. None of that matters now-That told me is dead. They're no more.
No, you don't need to know about how encountered a mysterious voice claiming to be a God. How I was sent to the future, how I met some fugly bitch called Sorano. You don't need to know about how my old stupid self decided it was in her interest to defend her against body-shaming and bullying over her hideous appearance, for some reason. You don't need to know about the putrid garbage I was spilling out of my mouth. No, none of that matters. Because that wasn't the real me.
That was the me forged by a world that wants to control me.
Now I'm free-that's all that matters. What I was like before that, how I escaped...that doesn't matter.
You might think that's cheap, right? You're probably saying "wow, what a cop out, this author is trash" right now. Well, you're right. It IS cheap. But you know what else it is?
Honest.
It's as honest as the day is long. As true as the grass is green. So you can cry "cheap" all you want-but the important point is that this is who I am now. Why stay stuck in the past of old ugly acceptance, when there's a future filled with ugly hatred just waiting to be unlocked?
Because this isn't a story. This isn't fiction. This is a message-this is reality. This is what needs to be done. So why waste your time with stupid characters, and dumb set-ups? No...
My name is Ann Takamaki...and this the dream. The dream of what happens when you push people like me down one too many times; this is I promise will happen if you continue to hold people like me down.
...
"This is the you I want to see. The real you…"
"Naturally, this is the real me," I respond, with a smirk. "I'm Ann Takamaki, a model who won't stand for ugly bitches using her modelling to find their sick, disgusting happiness…"
Just the thought of that drives me mad.
"And I'm also Panther," I add, feeling especially full of myself. "I'm a sexy thief, ready to steal the lives of ugly scum."
Yes, this is who I am. Screw that other me—she's dead. I am Ann Takamaki, and the me, here and now, is what she represents!
"…One day, you will be able to maintain these thoughts without my help.
Do you think that day will come soon, Ann?"
"Yes, of course!"
I won't let myself turn back into that 'other me'. This is who I am, and it's who I'm supposed to be!
"Please…Please, allow me some…satisfaction!"
"Hm? Whatever could you mean, my dear Ann?"
"Killing ugly scum!" I yell back.
"…There is one thing I can do for you.
Consider this a little reward, for making it this far…"
Without further delay, the world around be flashes bright white.
I Shield my eyes—and when my vision clears, I find that I'm in another location.
"…Another one of these trips, huh?"
"This is the same future you found yourself in prior.
Sorano's future."
I look around, and notice that I'm standing in the same position as when I last came here. Sorano-san is also where she was before, as well—however the world…it seems different. Not only is it paused; like it's stuck on a single frame, It's all…distorted with a red swirl, and in my ears, a screechy voice is constantly yelling. It's like I'm having one hell of a damn acid trip…or perhaps a trip into the deepest parts of hell.
"As this is the future…
There will no consequences on you for whatever you do here.
As soon as you wish, I can bring you out of this place."
So, in other words, I can't get in trouble…
Wait, are they saying I can do whatever I want? If I'm essentially a time traveller who has been plucked into this time, and can just disappear at a whim, I can go on any kind of spree I want. There won't be anything that can stop me…I can't get arrested, or anything!
"T-This is…"
Oh god, yes…
"T-This is perfect…!"
A euphoria washes over me, as I think of the infinite possibilities. The bloodshed, the harm, the pain, the misery, I can cause, without any negative side effects happening to me or my life.
"T-Thank you," I shout at the culprit, "thank you, thank you!"
I place my hands to my cheeks, and shake from the excitement. I can hardly think straight, I'm so excited.
"THIS IS PERFECT!"
"Hmm…I'm glad you like my gift.
I aim to please, my beautiful Ann…
So…are you ready to begin…?"
I nod, enthusiastically.
"Yes!"
…With that, the world around me begins to start up. People begin to move, and the wind begins to blow; it's like someone's hit the play button.
I look around frantically, then I look down at my own body. I'm still in my undies—and of course, people are taking notice of me.
"Just like last time," I mutter to myself.
"Uh…"
I turn, and see Sorano-san standing there.
"W-Whoa, w-where did you come from...?"
Well, talk about déjà vu…This time, though, I'm not that dumb, 'nice' version of myself. I'm going to tell her what I REALLY think.
"S-Sorry, but, uh, who are you?" she asks me. "Are you new here, or…?"
"Yeah… I'm Ann," I tell her. I probably shouldn't be giving out my name, given what I have planned, but it's not like the cops can do anything with the information.
"Hey, Sorano-san!"
Right on cue, the teacher charges towards the two of us.
"What are you standing around drinking for—"
He takes notice of me, and for a moment I see his eyes widen.
"And…who is this?"
His eyes scan my body—damn buddy, you're desperate for me, aren't you? Too bad I'm beyond your reach.
"Oh, this is, Ann-san," Sorano-san answers. "She's, uh, new here, apparently…"
The teacher looks at me with something like judgement. His eyes are scanning over me in a way that's entirely too personal.
"...I don't recall any new students joining us today."
"Yeah, er, you mind directing that gaze away from me?" I ask, while folding my arms. "God, why are all gross men so damn creepy?"
"Excuse me?"
Sorano-san looks startled that I'm talking up to the guy. I just wave a hand at him, before turning my back on him.
"You heard me."
He slams his foot down, and gets right up in my grill. Damn, this guy sure thinks he's hard stuff, doesn't he?
"Go to the locker room, and put on some of the spares this goddamn instant!"
…
I could toy with him a little more, but thinking about this, this is actually the perfect opportunity.
I smirk, letting out an exaggerated sigh.
"You could ask nicely, you know."
I turn towards Sarano-san.
"Can she come with me?" I ask, casually pointing at Sorano-san. "I don't know the way around the place yet. Might get lost, you know?"
Mr. Cranky looks between the two of us, before grunting to himself.
"Augh fine, whatever, just be quick about it!"
Perfect.
I try and hold back the urge to smirk, as the teacher helps me right into my plan. He takes one last look at me, then turns, and walks off.
"Okay!" I exclaim, feigning a sudden happy-go-lucky attitude. "Let's get going, Sorano-chan~!"
As I walk in the direction of the school building, Sorano-san seems fairly bewildered. Although she quickly jogs after me, and walks with me by my side.
"S-Sorry, I'll show you the way," she says, with a shy smile. "Just follow me!"
…
As we walk together, Sorano-san seems intent on chatting to me. It's kind of annoying, but I don't want to give anything up until me and her are alone.
"It's strange, they never told us a new girl was joining today," she states.
"Yeah…" I reply with a shrug. "It was kind of a last minute thing, so…"
"I can't believe you seriously talked back to Mr. Cranky on your first day," she states, with a slight chuckle. "You're a really ballsy girl, huh?"
Poor choice of words there, Sorano-san…
"Hm, I guess you could say that…"
"Hey, Sorano-chan!"
A girl greets Sorano-san as they pass on the way to the locker rooms. Sorano-san stops, and greets her back.
"Oh, Amane-chan!"
Amane-chan, huh?
Wow, Amane-chan is, like, a million times prettier than Sorano-chan. Does this bitch surround herself with prettier girls on purpose, as some sort of sick way to give her own life a boost? It's really beginning to seem that way.
"O-Oh, er...who's this...?"
Amane looks at me, with a raised brow.
"A-Ah, this is Ann," says Sorano.
She rubs her cheek, seemingly embarrassed to say.
"Er...o-oh, erm...n-nice to meet you..."
Is that…judgement, I hear in your voice there, Amane-san?
"Is there a problem?"
"O-Oh, erm, no! No, no problem!"
I fold my arms.
"Yeah, right. Let me guess, something like 'wow, look, a good-looking blondie foreign chick in semi-revealing clothes! I wonder how I can be a blisteringly passive aggressive towards her as humanly possible to cope'...or something, right?"
Amane-san and Sorano-san exchange a look.
"W-What's her problem...?" Amane-san asks Aoi-san.
She then turns towards me.
"L-Look, honestly, just...chill, girl, no one's coming at you. "Although personally I kinda like the attitude. I can't fault your guts, at least."
"A-Anyway, speaking of which, we need to get moving," says Sorano-san, "if we're away too long, Mr. Cranky will have one of his breakdowns."
After a parting wave, Sorano-san begins to trot away from her friend. I follow close behind.
"You sure are interesting, Ann-san," she states, while making small-talk. "I mean, just casually talking about yourself as being all good-looking takes some major self-confidence..."
"Hey, what can I say?" I reply, with a shrug. "I'm better looking than most other people. What, do you expect me to pretend I'm not?"
Sorano-san rubs her neck, her skin a shade of pink.
"...Wow, I wish I had your level of pride."
She shakes her head, and smiles at me.
"S-Sorry, I, um, I don't mean to judge," she says. "I just…well, I've never met someone so, uh, open, before…"
"Well, I'm a model, so you know…"
I shrug, like it's the most ordinary revelation in the world.
"Whoa, r-really?"
I nod. Like I had been expecting, she becomes excited when learning that I'm a model. It's just like the last time. Except now, I find her admiration filthy.
"Holy smokes, that's awesome!"
She seems genuinely happy about the revelation. How disgusting…
"I guess it makes sense now why you're so proud of your looks," she says. "O-Oh, not that I'm saying models are conceited! I just think it's great how models flaunt their stuff on the catwalk and in photoshoots!"
Jesus, I want to puke…Getting these compliments from her is nauseating.
"Oh, did you have a photoshoot or something, before coming here?" she asks, seemingly having had a brainwave.
Uh...Sure. Might as well, go with that, I suppose.
"Y-Yeah, sure…"
As much as I know about this gross bitch's sick admiration, for now I suppose I should try and vein some level of ignorance.
"You like modelling, huh?"
"Oh, yes, absolutely!" she exclaims. She clasps her hands together, and grins, widely. "Women and men getting up in public, and telling the world, 'hey, I'm gorgeous and y'all know it!' is just…so inspiring..."
…How the HELL can she say that?
God, this is making me so goddamn mad. I had originally intended to wait until we're in the locker-rooms together to attack her, but fuck me, I don't know if I'll be able to last that long. Just looking at her disgusting figure makes me want to lose it. Knowing that she uses models like me to feel better about that disgusting body she has is the most insulting thing imaginable.
In the end, I'm able to hold my rage back…for now.
"Hm, interesting…" I state, feigning apathy. "And do you…want to become a model yourself one day?"
I suppose this is a good way to 'stock up' on anger points for later. If I'm able to keep a hold of myself until then.
"Well, that would be a dream, but…"
She shakes her head—and rubs her neck, shyly.
"I don't think it'll happen," she admits. "Shitty luck with my genes, and all that, haha…"
Well, she's not wrong about that point in particular.
"I see…"
I shrug at her, as we passed by some more nerdy male students. They both seemed shocked as they see me.
"Me on the other hand…"
"U…-Uh, yeah," Sorano-san says, awkwardly, "Y-You, uh…had better luck, huh…?"
Damn straight I did.
At least she knows that and doesn't try and side-step it. That's something, at least. Even so…
"I don't get it," I tell her, as we enter the area where the locker rooms are. "If you know you don't look good enough to be a model, why do models inspire you?"
I find myself asking her the question out of genuine curiosity.
"Huh?"
"Well, isn't it weird?" I tell her.
I stop walking, and fold my arms—Sorano-san stops a second or so after, and turns towards me.
"We're better than you," I continue, not giving her a chance to interject, "we're sexier, we've got the stuff you don't. But we still inspire you? How? Why?"
Sorano-san seems genuinely take back by my sudden outburst.
"I-I, uh…"
She struggles for words—I take the chance to step in again, and really hammer it home.
"Is it some sick masochistic thrill, or something?" I ask her, while casually resting my hand on my thigh. "Or…do you have some type of inferiority complex? Is that why you do it?"
"N-No, I…"
Sorano-san seems rueful, and a little disappointed. She rubs her own arm, and looks sheepishly to the floor.
"Uh, look, just forget it, okay?" she eventually states, before turning around. "Come on, let's just go and—"
I forcibly grab onto her arm.
"I don't think so," I state in an…intimidating tone. "Answer my damn question, Sorano-san."
She looks at me, and for the first time I can see a sense of terror in those eyes of hers. That's so satisfying, especially after the missed opportunity I had with her dumb 'baby form' earlier on.
"H-Hey, what gives?" she tries to shake me off, but my grip is too strong. "L-Look, I'm sorry if I somehow offended you, but I—"
I grip harder on her arm—so much so as to make it hurt.
"Nngh!"
I'm not sure why, but when I'm this version of myself, I always feel stronger—Chie had just been a special case, being someone so well versed in kung-fu. Someone like this bitch wouldn't stand a chance trying to fight back against me.
"Answer my damn question!"
"G-Get off me-!" she yells, "you're hurting me!"
"That's sort of the point," I tell her. "Now ANSWER. ME."
She shakes her head frantically, as I keep her held down. No way am I letting my pray escape me this time.
"Answer what?!" she yells at me.
"You KNOW what!"
I'm sick of this bitch—after everything that's happened, and given the situation I'm in here, being able to do anything to her with no consequences, I'm about already on the tipping point.
"We inspire you…?!" I shove her up against the lockers that line of hallway, grabbing her by her scuff. "Do you think I do this damn modelling to inspire ugly bitches like you?!"
Sorano-san seems dismayed, as well as terrified.
"W-What…?!"
"Did I stutter?!"
I take a look from left to right, making sure that there's no-one around. We were travelling through some old science lab area to get to the locker rooms (what a convoluted layout for a school). It seems like a fairly quiet area of the school, and most people are in their classes at the moment anyway. I suppose screaming at her might draw some attention, mind you, but oh well—I can just get pulled back to the present whenever I want. That's what the culprit told me.
I pull her forward, and slam her against the lockers again, to make a point to her.
Sorano-san continue to try and struggle free, but it's no use for her.
"G-Get off me…!" she pleads, "just, what the hell is wrong with you?!"
I'm about to continue to yell at her, when I suddenly hear a nearby door open. It seems like a toilet, and a young female student walks out of it.
I quickly let go of Sorano-san, and step back from her.
"U-Uh, n-nothing…nothing at all," I tell her. I let out a forced cough, then scratch my neck. "S-Sorry, I lost myself there, you know?"
As the girl walks up to us, she notices me, and there's the usual startled expression. Although her attention gets quickly taken up by Sorano-san, who is still staring at me with a terrified expression.
"Hey, Sorano, you okay?" she asks.
"Oh, she's fine," I interject, before Sorano-san has the chance to say anything. "We were just…talking, right, Sorano-san?"
As we lock sights, I raise a brow at her—a silent look of dominance, telling her that I'm in charge here; 'go along with it, if you know what's good for you'.
She eventually darts her eyes away, and rubs at her arm.
"U-Uh, y-yeah…" She states, sheepishly. "Ann-san here is new, and…we're just on our way to get her some gym clothes…"
The girl looks at me, and tilts her head.
"Oh...erm...I-It's nice to meet you..."
"Like wise..."
She leans in and begins whispering something to Sorano. Uh-oh, I hope Sorano-san doesn't spill what I just did—I make a point of looking right at her, to make sure she feels too intimidated to say a thing.
…
"U-Uh, anyway, I'll be going now…"
The girl waves goodbye, and once again, me and Sorano-san are left alone.
…
Sorano-san looks at me, and shakes her head frantically.
"L-Look, I don't know who you think you are," she begins, her voice shaking, "b-but if you think you can walk in here and begin acting this way, t-then…"
Man, she sounds so terrified. I have to struggle to hold back the desire to burst out laughing.
"Then what?" I ask, with a raised brow. "You know I'm a model, yeah?"
"S-So what?," she replies. "You're probably just some crazy brat who thinks she's better than everyone else."
Oh, now you've done it—I step up to her, and glare right into her eyes.
"I'll give you one chance to take that back…"
She grits her teeth—
"L-Look, I'm just trying to help you with some advice," she states. "You can't go around this school acting this way."
She looks terrified, but she's still somehow speaking back to me like this. I do have to admit, that takes some damn guts.
"Maybe that's because people here are just-"
"Can we just drop this now?" the other interjects.
Sorano-san looks about ready to burst into tears. I can actually see her lip tremble a little, and her eyes are wetting up. Oh man, what an insecure bitch—
"Let's just go get you those clothes, okay…?"
She begins walking off.
This freaking brat…How dare she try and warn me to watch myself in this freaking school? I'm hotter than any of the bitches here, and I'm a hell of a hotter than you are, you snivelling little…!
With her back turned towards me, I begin to come over red—I want this bitch to pay, right now! I can't hold out any damn longer! Luckily there happens to be a fire extinguisher nearby, attached to the wall. We're near the labs, so I suppose they keep these here in case something goes haywire in the science experiments.
"H-Hey, Ann-san…"
Sorano-san stops walking as she speaks up, her back still turned on me.
"Now that I think about it, I guess I was a bit forceful when I found out you were a model..."
I sneak up to the extinguisher, and slip it off the wall. It feels surprisingly light—I feel like I can easily swing this thing.
"I really didn't mean to offend you or anything," Sorano-san continues to waffle off. "I-I just…really do get inspired by models, but I can get how you might take it the wrong way, I suppose..."
I begin to walk, at a pace, to catch up the lost distance between us. I then lift the extinguisher high into the air, and—
"So, uh, yeah…c-can we maybe, uh, start over…?"
Sorano-san turns around right as I'm about to swing the extinguisher.
"I'd like to be your friend, if you—"
Her eyes go wide when she realises what I'm doing—but before she can have the time to let out any sort of cry for help, I swing the thing down, slamming it into the side of her head.
It hits even harder than I thought it would. There's a satisfying cracking noise, as the heavy mental collides with her skull. She gets thrown by the force of the impact, and slammed into the wall to her right. Her head hits the wall, and she gets thrown backwards—
She staggers, forced back by the impact with the wall, and collapses onto the ground, where she lays still. It doesn't take long to realise that she's been knocked out cold.
"…Friend request rejected."
That was satisfying as hell. Finally, after all this damn time, I've gotten some sort of retribution against this bitch. And I did it without breaking a sweat as well. Imagine what I can do to her if I put full gusto into it.
Hell, now that she's knocked out cold—
I learn down and check her pulse, just to make sure that hit didn't kill her. Luckily not—that means I can continue to torture her a bit more.
I stand back up, and allow my lips to curl into a smirk. I never thought I'd see the day where I'd turn into a serial killer…but I suppose that day has come. I have nothing to lose, and no one who can stop me.
I'm going to cause as much pain to this bitch as I can—and I'll kill every single person like her in this school. Then, maybe even beyond that.
"Thank you…" I state, expressing my gratitude towards the one who had given me this opportunity.
I look skyward, towards the ceiling.
"I promise I will make the most out of this…"
Inside my heart, I can feel a strong euphoria envelop me. I know this is 'sick', I know this is what most would consider 'wrong'—but it isn't. This is 'right'—I'm going to do my sense of right, and gain the satisfaction I desire.
I won't stop, until I've drilled it into the heads of everyone in Japan—no, in the whole damn world;
…
…
Cleaning the scene up was a cinch. There were just a few bloodstains to wipe away, but luckily there was a toilet right nearby. Everything I needed was at hand.
I've put the fire extinguisher back where it came from, and now, there's no signs of any attack. No signs of Sorano-san, either—I've dragged her into the nearby science lab. The lights were off, so I doubt there's plans to use it anytime soon. Checking the time, as well, it seems like current lessons wouldn't be over for a good hour yet, so I should have plenty of time.
Just to play it safe, I decided to jam the door with a large scientific thingy-ma-bob of some kind. I don't know what it's called. But whatever it is, it'll keep anyone from getting in without a hell of an effort.
I've laid the unconscious body up against the corner. I had to strip her down to her undies for what I have planned—a tortuous experience for me all things considered. Using some of the facemasks, I've formed a makeshift mouth gag, and have used some of the other protective gear to tie her hands and legs up, and keep her tied to a leg of a desk. Now, I'm in the process of prepping some of the stuff I'll be using to torture her to her grave. I'm going to make this as agonising as possible for her. She deserves it.
I've managed to break open a locked cabinet, using the inhuman levels of strength that the culprit seems to have granted to me. Inside was everything I needed—loads of bottles and containers marked with warnings of all sorts.
"Just pour this in here, and…"
I tip some random chemical shit in with some other random chemical shit. I have no idea what they are, or what mixing them will do, but fuck it—I'm in a risky mood. Luckily, it doesn't explode in my face, but it sure is making a funny sound, and it's fizzling away like there's no tomorrow.
I probably shouldn't touch this stuff. It looks like it'd melt my flesh at the touch.
I hold the beaker containing the chemical concoction, while mixing it with one of the chemical spoons from the cabinet. While mixing it up, I trot casually over towards the unconscious Sorano-san.
I stop just in front of her, stop mixing, and tap the spoon on the side of the beaker. I place the spoon onto a nearby desk, and then close my eyes. Even now…inside of the deepest part of my heart, there's something that wonders if this is maybe a step too far…
Is this torture necessary? Maybe this is…too sick. Too needlessly cruel.
"N-N…Ngh…"
Sorano-san begins to groan. It seems that she's waking up.
Just that slight sound from her is enough to make me swallow down my doubts.
This IS necessary. I need to show her, and the world, that this is wrong. That people like her are useless before me. If the world wants to shower people with patronising, useless kindness, I'll do the opposite to balance it out—I'll dish out the cruel and necessary torture.
…
I put the beaker onto the counter, then knell down in front of Sorano-san.
"Wake up," I state, while slapping her across the face.
She stirs more, and her eyes flutter open.
"O-Ow…m-my h-head…"
Her voice is muffled thanks to the makeshift gag.
"W-Wha—"
As she becomes aware of her surroundings, she begins to squirm her arms and legs.
"Don't bother," I tell her, "you're not going anywhere. No one is going to be able to help you…"
I smirk at her—glaring into her mortified eyes.
"Mmmgf-! Nnnngf-!"
She continues to struggle, and shout, but it's no use. All she can do is squirm in desperation, like a caught fish. She's already besides herself with emotion—tears are forming in her eyes.
I grab her chin, giving it a squish.
"Do you feel happy…?" I ask her. "Do you feel okay…living in that body?"
I shake my head, like a frustrated parent.
"You shouldn't be feeling that, you know…"
I let go of her chin, and then slap her across the face again.
"You don't have that right…do you?"
I lower her mouth gag for a moment, allowing her to speak properly.
"Well…?"
She struggles to speak—but eventually spits something out in that annoying voice of hers.
"W-…W-What the hell a-are you even talking about…?"
"Don't play dumb," I respond, forcibly. "You said it yourself…You have shitty genes. You were born without the same good looks as me…"
"S…S-So w-what…?"
Is she seriously this damn ignorant?
"So, you don't deserve happiness…do you?" I tell her. "And yet, you insist on having a happy life that doesn't belong to you. Why?"
"A…A-Are you…f-for real…?"
Her voice is getting weaker every second. It's like she's struggling to stay conscious.
"P-Please…t-tell me t-this is a j-joke…"
"Does this seem like a goddamn joke to you?" I yell out. "You're just a grubby thief! You and your...inspiration you get from models like me is putrid! It's rotten to the core!"
"T-This is…"
She clenches her eyes shut, and begins to squirm again.
"P-Please, what do you WANT…?!" she desperately pleads, "J-Just…l-let me go…!"
"What I WANT?"
I shake my head.
"Isn't that obvious? What I want is to put things back in balance."
I close my eyes, allowing the hatred inside of my chest to envelop me. All of the raw desire to punish those who deserve it.
"And the only way to do that, is to make the happy goblins squirm and suffer…"
I reach into my pocket, and pull out a scalpel. Sorano-san's eyes widen when she sees it.
"Just like they deserved from the moment they were born…"
"O-Oh god…y-you're i-insane…!" It seems like she's finally understanding how serious the situation is for her. She's really struggling now. "Help! HELP! SOMEONE HEL—mmmngfk…!"
That's enough out of you, bitch.
I put her mouth-gag back up, muffling her cries for help.
I press the blade up to her cheek, the sharp side pressing into her flesh.
Tears are already leaking from her eyes, dripping onto the floor. It's such a great sight, but equally pathetic at the same time.
I wonder what I should do first? Well, I suppose a good move would be something small—it's not like I've tortured people before, but I imagine it's good to start small, and work towards the big stuff. Either way, I'll just go with the flow.
"So…you feeling happy still?"
I press the scalpel against her skin even harder. It's got to hurt, having a sharp blade pressed into your skin like that.
"Or are you willing to admit that you never deserved it in the first place…?"
Sorano-san just keeps her eyes clenched.
"Do you want more pain…?"
She…deserves this—there's no doubt about that in my mind.
I'm going to give her exactly what she deserves.
"Or maybe the psychological pain is enough, hm?"
I get in a little closer, and begin to twist the scalpel.
"Do you feel…guilty, being so hideous…?" I ask her. "If you do, then nod…if not, shake your head."
It's a way to make the pain worse. Either way, she'll be driving the blade more into her skin, and having it cut into her.
And if she refuses…? Well, then I'll make sure she regrets the decision.
…
"Well? You gonna answer?"
I press the knife in a little more—blood is beginning to get drawn.
"Come on, nod or shake! It's that easy!"
…
Still nothing, huh?
Well, well, it seems I'll have to resort to the big guns. She asked for it, after all.
"Fine. Then I'll have to up the pain."
I remove the scalpel from her cheek, then stand up. I put on some gloves that I set aside earlier in preparation. Then I grab the beaker containing my chemical conception, and then dip the scalpel into it.
I kneel again, then display the beaker to her.
"I'm not gonna lie, I have no idea what this stuff is," I admit. "I'm more the looks kind of girl, if you haven't guessed by now."
I smirk, looking her straight in the eyes, while I begin stirring the liquid with the scalpel.
"Could hurt…could melt your flesh. Might be harmless…"
I draw the scalpel from the beaker, then begin to move it towards her cheek again.
She begins to frantically shake her head, her terrified screams muffled by the gag.
"Let's find out, shall we? Now, keep still!"
I set the beaker down, so I can grab her hair and stop her from squirm her head around.
I press the side of the scalpel to her cheek, and hold it there.
I can tell just from her reaction that it's painful. Her muffled yelling turns posed, and she clenches her eyes even harder. She tries to pull her head away, but it's no use for her. After a moment, I remove the scalpel myself, and see that the patch of skin has turned totally red.
Seeing that gets me excited.
That was just from pressing a soaked scalpel against her skin…the pain I'm gonna be able to put her through with this stuff is drool enduringly delicious.
I casually toss the scalpel away onto the counter above.
"That hurt, did it?"
I mock my horrified victim, with a twisted smirk spreading across my lips. I can't contain my euphoria at finally putting this Sorano bitch through torture.
"Come on, nod or something, bitch!"
I pour some of the liquid onto her leg, burning it red. She keeps yelling in agony behind her gag, and flails her head around. I don't know if it's some futile attempt at nodding, amidst the growing pain she must be experiencing, but either way…it's not good enough.
"You're still refusing me, huh?"
I pour more of the chemical across her—down her legs, on her feet, across her arms. I take care to avoid getting any onto myself, in the process. Her cries of pain increase, with each drop that falls onto her skin; this must be hellish suffering for her, but I don't give a shit. I have no goddamn restraint—I want her to suffer so much. As much as is possible.
"You want MORE?"
I've lost any sense of inhibition. As the desire for her suffering consumes me, I begin to feel like I can bring myself to do anything at all to this thing in front of me. I hardly see it as a person anymore; it's a thing for me to hurt for my own satisfaction.
I grab her hair, pull her head back, and then raise the beaker over her face. I dangle it half-way titled. Sorano-san's muffled screaming turns frantic, and her eyes go wider than ever before. She looks hysterical from terror, as it dawns on her what I'm planning to do.
"I'll give you ONE chance…" I tell her.
...
Chapter Management
Chapter Text
"I'll ask you AGAIN…Do you feel guilty, making people like me have to put up with you? Nod. Go on, NOD!"
Sorano-san clenches her eyes shut, then slowly begins to nod her head.
With that, I let out a chuckle. I could pour the acid over her hideous face, but I'm gonna hold off. Instead I pull the beaker away-when I do I can see some slight relief on Sorano's expression.
Not that it's gonna last very long...
I march over to my tools at that point—a fierce determination in my gut, I pick up the first thing I can think of, the shears, and then march on over to the goblin again. As I was hoping, her relief quickly goes away, replaced again by terror. Her breathing seems to increase. She's glaring at me with an intermix of fear and horror.
I take the shears and begin using them to torture her fingers.
"A-Aaaammmk!"
"Haha...so, goblin, you feeling okay?" I mock. "Oh, of course you are...you're just fine, right...?"
Her muffled screeching is almost defeating, even with the gag.
She's so deluded she actually thinks that, does she? Now that's pathetic.
"Oh, no, don't worry, don't bother paying any attention to how much of a putrid rot you are on society...don't bother to care about how you contribute to the problems attractive people like me face every damn day...!"
I break her fingers, bending them back into unnatural positions. There's a satisfying cracking of her bones, as she yells in pain.
"You just continue acting like you don't deserve this..."
I stop working on her fingers, and begin using the shears on other parts of her instead. I start lower, and work my way up, cutting in any part of her I can.
She continues screaming, and screeching-flailing around in agony.
"Be grateful I'm going as easy on you as I am in the first place. You can keep denying it if you want. You're an abusive little cunt. You always have been, and always will be."
I've had enough of this creatures. I stand up, and tower over her. Putting the shears to the side for a moment, I put my hand on my hip and glare down at her, with a total air of dominance.
"Have you had enough to teach you your lesson yet...?"
I slap her across her face.
"Have you learned that someone like me doesn't have to put up with the likes of you taking our beauty, and misappropriating it for your own benefit? That I don't do what I damn well do to please ugly cunts like you?"
"…"
"So I tell you again…"
I slap her across the face one more time, with a backhand.
"Useless. Abusive. Bitch."
Sorano groans and squirms around, while scrunching up her eyes. It's pathetic how easy it was to pull of her mask and reveal her for the weak runt she really is.
"What's the matter, cunt? This is the type of abuse you give out to other people, isn't it?"
I grab her hair, and glare into her eyes.
"Well? You little bitch goblin…?"
It's so pathetic.
"…I'm going to make you pay. I'll put you back into your place, goblin…"
I let go of her, then stand back up. I take my shears, and display them to my prey.
"N-No!" the hideous looking girl screams, "p-please, god no...!"
At least, that's what it sounds like, behind the mouth gag.
I don't pay attention to her pleas, of course. I simply kneel down and begin using the shears on her soft flesh. I start at her fingers, and work my way upwards-Her screams of pain are like music to my ears.
The sound of this ugly bitch in misery soothes me a little of the suffocating nature of the "ugly accepting world" I find myself being forced to live in-and of all the casual lookism and problems I've faced over my appearance.
"This has only just begun..." I tell the hideous goblin . I take hold of her chin, and squeeze it in my hands. Her eyes are full of tears, her cheeks stained to the point where they were almost glistening. "...You deserve every bit of this, don't you?"
At that moment, my eyes begin to feel twitchy. I realise what it is I must do.
I scoff at the goblin, then, without a word, walk over towards my set of tools. I take the sharp ice-pick, then return back to my prey. As I do so, I see the usual horror in her expression, and the futile squirming around.
"Mmmhk-!"
"You don't deserve to have your eyes open…looking at me..."
I give her a grubby look-I make sure to really make it clear how much the thought bothers me with my expression alone. How much her very existence is something I find abhorrent, to my very core.
After all, it was the final time that that she would be able to see me...me and the beauty that she doesn't deserve.
"...Looking at people like me...and taking inspiration from it...Fucking scum...You are scum..."
As I move the ice-pick towards her eyes, I can tell that the other is aware of what I'm about to do.
"N-Noomhk-! Nnnngh! Mmmhhk-!"
She's really trying to resist, but it's no good for her.
I've seen this done before in movies—I can remember a certain story I read where the killer would gouge out their victim's eyes. The method for doing this was to plunge an ice-pick directly through their eyes, up through the retina, and up into the brain. Of course, I don't want to kill this bitch-not yet. I just want to blind her, that's all. For the time being, anyway.
I keep her head still, and then begin to push the tip of the ice-pick through the cornea-at that point, the goblin's screeching becomes so loud I fear it might deafen me. Clearly this is absolute agony-on a personal level, just thinking about having someone sharp hit my eye made me grimace. But that's me-and this is her. This subhuman mistake deserves this treatment.
I continue force the pick further up through the pupil, then into the retina; all the while, blood leaks, and begins to drip down the goblin's hideous face. At that point I meet some resistance, both literally and emotionally on my part. My natural instincts on how "extreme" this feels catch up to me, and I clench my eyes shut.
"(C-...Come on, this...this virus deserves it…)"
At that point, thoughts of my friends begin to fill my head. All of them would freak out if they saw what I was doing...Honestly, the thought does make me upset, in a way. I still care about them all, but-
"(N-No, that's in the past...I can't think about it.)"
"You can do it, Ann."
"Come on Ann, you're so close."
…
No…No, I have to do this!
I can't stop! I grab the pick even tighter, clench my teeth, and use all my strength to try and force it through.
"Come on! Go in, dammit...!"
Eventually there's a satisfying sense of penetration, like I've managed to shove something through a hole too small for it. The pick continues to go further in. My goal is to hit the optic nerve-I'm hardly sure of when that'll be, but hopefully I'll just be able to tell.
By now, the blood had dripped down the goblin's face, and was beginning to leak into her mouth, behind her gag. As she screamed and flailed around, she began to choke on the blood, as well as, presumably, her own growing saliva.
"Shut the hell up, and take this," I spit down at her, "you ugly cun. This is what you deserved the moment you were shat out of your mother's womb! You abortion!"
I can't hold myself in any more. A part of me feels bad and is still trying to resist this, but…no, I want this hideous fuck to just suffer, suffer, and despair and die—I need to remove any reason for it to live, any connection to the fucking rot it's brought!
Eventually, I feel like I've shoved the pick in deep enough. Now it was time for the best part-I smirk, and then, after giving myself a mental countdown from 2, rip the ice-pick back out as swiftly, fiercely, and pointedly, as possible. It dislodges the retina from the socket, and prompts the eye to become dislodged. The nerves keeps it held in place, although just barely. With how far the pick had gotten shoved in, it had threatened to be completely gouged out from the socket.
After finishing with that one eye, I don't hesitate to move onto the other. It was the same process-up the cornea, through the pupil, forced through the retina against the resistance, and right towards the optic nerve. Then after I'm satisfied I've gone in far enough, I pull the ice-pick right back out again. This time, the eye actually gouges right from the socket, though-and ends up falling down to the ground.
I turn back to the goblin, who is still screeching and screaming in agony-This ugly bitch cannot see anymore. No longer can she misappropriate the beauty around her.
"How does a world of darkness feel, goblin?" I mock.
I grab her by her hair, and begin whispering into her still functioning ears.
"A world where you can see no beauty...that suits a hideous goblin like you down to the ground..."
I move the ice-pick towards her cheek as I talk, and begin using it to casually cut into her skin.
"Honestly, the lack of eyes is an improvement...Those things were like hideous little balls of garbage right on your face..."
Eventually, her screaming begins to die down, transitioning into more of a sobbing. She seems to be besides herself. I cannot possibly imagine enough how scared, alone, hurt, and without hope she feels right now.
…I have to admit, that standing here, there is a part of me that feels sick with disgust at myself. But all this time, I had sworn I would do anything to punish ugly people.
I just…know that she deserves this all. She is the cause of all of my problems-or she represents it at least.
That's when there's sudden rattling. It doesn't take long for me to realise that someone is trying to open the door.
Oh crap…!
"H-Hey, the hell?"
It sounds like a male—young, probably a student.
"Hey, the door won't open."
"Huh?"
There's another student with them—sounds female.
The door rattles some more, the thingy-ma-bob I'm using to jam it rattling away.
"Yeah, you're right."
This isn't the best scenario…I was hoping no one would come until I've left.
I grab the scalpel, and kneel next to Sorano-san. Pressing the scalpel up to her throat, I whisper to her in a hushed voice;
"Keep quiet."
She keeps making noises behind her gag—but I doubt she could yell out even if she wanted to, given what the chemical has done to her mouth and throat.
"This is weird, why would he tell us to go here if we can't even get in?"
"Guess we should just go tell him about this?"
Oh great, if they do that, this whole thing will be busted wide open.
I mean, sure, I can escape whenever I want, but it'd be nice to continue this a little longer.
What should I do? Maybe I could risk speaking up—it might benefit me in the long run.
"Sorry, did you need something?" I yell out, muffling my voice a little on purpose. "I'm in the middle of an…experiment in here! I locked the door, because it's…dangerous!"
"Oh, uh…"
"We were told to come here and get something by Udagawa-san!"
Oh, so that's what they're here for. I think there's a way out of this after all.
"Oh, I see!" I shout back. "What is it? I'll go get it for you!"
"It's his folder," replies the male student, "he apparently left it in there somewhere."
A folder huh?
That seems simple enough. From where Sorano-san is tied up, she shouldn't be visible from the door. I just need to open the door, and give it to them.
"Okay! I'll get it for ya! Hold on a tick!"
I stand up, and turn to Sorano-san.
"Be quiet. Don't make a noise, or I swear, you will regret it."
I doubt she'll be disobeying me. I've made it clear enough that I don't given a thought of hesitation about hurting her. I don't give a shit about her at all—not one single bit.
"Now, where is that folder…"
I take a look around, and eventually find the folder laying on top of the teacher's desk, near the front of the lab.
"Ah-ha, there you are."
I grab it, then walk over to the door. I take away the thing-ma-bob that's jamming it, and open it a crack. I hold the folder through the crack in the door.
"There you go, you're welcome, bye-bye."
As soon as it's been taken, I slam the door shut.
"...Freaking rude much?"
"Damn, what's her problem?"
I can hear their distain through the door, but they seem to then walk away. I let out a breath of relief, then turn back to where Sorano is.
"You ready for more pain...?"
"J-Ju…just..." she speaks between her sobbing, barely managing to get the words out, "j-j…just kill…me…"
Her plea for her death isn't surprising. In fact, it was one of my goals to break her to this point.
"What was that? You want me to kill you…?"
I smirk.
"…Is the pain too much?"
She doesn't reply—but I can guess that that's the exact reason.
"Beg me for it. Then I might consider."
"…P-Pl…Please…"
As I look at her, and smirk.
"Nah, don't think so."
I reach for the beaker of acid and walk towards Sorano again. She can't see what I'm about to do, which is rather perfect... I pour the whole lot over her face, before throwing the empty beaker over my shoulder.
I stand up, and look down at the hapless goblin, while she flails her head around. Her screaming is loud, even with it muffled behind the gag—I can't imagine how painful this must be for her, but I sure as hell can see what the chemical is doing to her face.
Practically every part of her skin is beginning to stain red—the chemical is dripping down the entire mass of her face, including down into her retinas. The chemical has even burned off parts of the makeshift gag, although it still is hanging in there; a lot of it has seeped into her mouth too, though, causing her to cough and gag—I can't imagine that she's finding breathing very easy now thanks to that and her mouth…it must be burning up with a white hot pain.
This is more than I could've ever wanted. She's in so much pain…suffering so heavily. This is too perfect. So much so that I find myself laughing—the sort of sick, psycho laugh that I thought you only ever got in cheesy movies. I place a hand to my cheek, and feel myself twitching…whether from excitement or not, it's hard to tell. But my entire body feels like it's floating.
"This…this serves you right…!"
I grab the scalpel from the counter, and in a fit of adrenaline, slash it across her face.
"How dare you get inspired by my modelling?!"
I deliver another slash…then another, then another—then I begin slashing across the rest of her body. More slashes, on her arms, and legs, and torso; everywhere I possibly can. I don't stop for anything, not an ounce of restraint holds me back. From the tens of slashes, into the hundreds—
"You! Goddamn Ugly! Bitch!"
With each word, I deliver another slash to her.
…
…
After several long minutes of this, I finally come to a stop. Mostly out of exhaustion.
I drop the scalpel, then rub sweat off my forehead. I'm covered in blood now—the goblin in front of me, Sorano-san…her body is a battered mess; a blood-red mass of flesh just barely recognisable any more. Especially now that the effects of the chemical, whatever it was, has had time to set in, she looks more literal goblin than human.
She's given up struggling now, and is just lying there in agony, practically drowning in her own blood. The floor around her is steeped in it—all of it leaking from the wounds the scalpel caused on her body.
"F-Freaking…-haaaah….serves you right…"
I get back onto my feet, and take in a deep breath. I feel exhausted, and the blood that's covering my body feels icky and ruins my image. Luckily, there happens to be a shower here in this lab; I assume it's installed here in case of emergencies, if someone needs to get cleaned of a chemical they got on them quick-sharp, or some such.
I spend some time using the shower to cleanse myself of the blood, as well as generally clean myself up. I want to look my best through all of this. I don't bother stripping to do it. After all, I need to get the blood from my undies too. That's easier said than done, but luckily there was hardly much on them anyway.
As I shower, I happily hum away to myself, and dance a little. I feel so damn alive—here I am, in a perfect position, able to enjoy torturing a miserable goblin at my leisure. It's like a dream come true. I can't thank the culprit enough for all of this.
As I shower my hair, I look over at Sorano-san—she's still just lying there, unable to escape. Funny, how I'm the one using this shower when she's the one who had chemical poured over her face. Well, that's how it goes, I suppose.
"You having fun over there, goblin?" I call over.
She slowly turns her head in my direction. Seeing hern without eyes to misappropriate my beauty is great, although I admit, it was nice seeing the look of terror and pain in her eyes.
As she "looks" over at me, I gave her a thumbs up—alongside a smirk. She droops her head down again—I can tell how much pain she's in right now. Both psychologically and physically. It's…so wonderful to see.
The feeling of pleasure I'm getting right now from doing something that feels so damn right and personal, is almost orgasmic in nature. I can't contain it.
...
Eventually I finish with the shower, and dry myself down. By the time I've walked back over to Sorano, I notice that she seems entirely still. I frown, and then put my hand to her face, clicking my fingers.
"Hey hey, wake up!"
With a gloved hand, I check for a pulse, but find nothing. I guess her wounds have caught up with her.
I had been hoping for her to hang on a little longer, so I could have some fun. I suppose the little bitch-goblin couldn't cope.
"Auuugh...stupid weak idiot..."
I strangely feel both delighted and irritated at once. Delighted that she died having been put in her place, but irritated at myself for letting her die in the first place.
"Nnngh!"
I kick at her face—or what remained of it after what I did to her earlier—her already unrecognisable face becoming even more battered. Now that this thing was dead, it somehow disgusted me even more.
"You. Piece of. Human waste."
She couldn't even die properly. She couldn't be useful for even something like that. How the fuck is this ugly bitch allowed to exist?
...
"W-W...What the hell are you doing...?"
A voice suddenly calls out from across the room.
...
Chapter Management
"It's too bad for you..."
I look down at the handcuffed boy, and shake my head.
"Apparently, you care more about the life of a filthy ugly, than you do me."
I kneel down, and grab his chin. He looks terrified—I guess his bottle must have gone.
"...Although I suppose that's not surprising. She is one of your own kind, after all."
I let go of his chin, then stand up again. After rubbing my hand I used to touch that vile ugly bastard on my clothes, look down at him, with my hands on my thighs.
He looks over at the still, lifeless remains of Sorano.
She's already dead—apparently I had underestimated how bad her wounds were.
10 minutes ago...
"You having fun over there, goblin?" I called over.
Eventually I finished with the shower, and dried myself down. By the time I walked back over to Sorano, I noticed that she seems entirely still. I frowned, and then put my hand to her face, clicking my fingers.
"Hey hey, wake up!"
With a gloved hand, I check for a pulse, but find nothing. I guess her wounds have caught up with her.
I had been hoping for her to hang on a little longer, so I could have some fun. I suppose the little bitch-goblin couldn't cope.
I kicked at her face—or what remained of it after what I did to her earlier—her already unrecognisable face becoming even more battered. Now that this thing was dead, it somehow disgusted me even more.
"You. Piece of. Human waste."
She couldn't even die properly. She couldn't be useful for even something like that. How the fuck is this ugly bitch allowed to exist?
...
"W-W...What the hell are you doing...?"
A voice suddenly calls out from across the room.
I had been so distracted by my rage that I hadn't noticed the door being opened, and a guy walking in. He stood there, half-way across the room, looking over at me—
Shit, how long has he been there, I had thought to myself.
At the thought, my eyes flickered over to the thingy-ma-bob I had been using as a door jam. After I opened the door to give the folder to the students, I had forgotten to jam it again. Or even lock the door.
"I-I...I...w-what are you doing here?"
"I, erm, came to get the right folder..." the guy says, while displaying a folder in his hands, "you...gave us the wrong one."
"O-Oh, er...is that s-so..."
I stumbled over my words, as I tried to catch my breath. I've been left me breathless, and exhausted. My eyes temporarily went down to Sorano; that had been my mistake.
As I looked back over at thee guy, he began to move over in this direction, a curious expression on his face.
"H-Hey, s-stay back or-!"
...
It had been too late. He had seen the vast blood pouring out from behind the bench, and quickly ran to check the cause—that's when he found Sorano.
"W-What the..."
He froze in terror.
"T-This...this is—"
Before he could even finish the sentence, I had managed to place myself between him and the door, with a sharp object in my hand. If he had any plans of escaping, he'd now need to get through me first.
"She deserved it," I bluntly tell him.
It had drawn his attention over to me—I made a point of trying to act somewhat casual.
"W-What a-are you—"
"Do you know her?" I ask him.
"N...No, I-I..."
I slowly begin to approach him—he backs away, and I stop. To try and get him to calm down, I decide it best to rest my potential weapon down onto a nearby desk
"Don't be scared, okay?"
I put a finger to my bottom lip, and rub at it as I spoke.
"I won't hurt a...cutie like you, so just relax."
I have the force those words out-just referring to him as 'cute' makes me want to hurl, but this is all for the sake of manipulating the situation.
"W...What are you—"
I approached him again—His back is against the wall. There was nowhere for him to run. As I got close, I stopped, and then reached up to his cheek.
"Hey, hey, relax..." I tell him, while gently moving my hand away, "you don't need to be so scared."
He doesn't seem to be calming down much. He's shaking like a rattle.
"W-What did y-you do to her...?" he eventually spat at me.
Quite literally, spat, as a matter of fact. He had been so stutter-y he had let some spit come out with his words.
I grimaced a little, but managed to keep myself composed, all the same.
"Oh, I just gave her what she deserved..." I tell him.
I tilted my head and tried my best to pull him in with a sensual expression.
"You on the other hand, I wouldn't dare lay a finger on, so don't worry, okay...?"
"...D-Did she do something to you?"
I look over at the goblin, and my expression turns sour.
"You could say that, sure..."
"W-What did she do...?"
He seemed to be relaxing a little. I suppose the prospect of me being somewhat 'justified' in what I did might be causing that.
"Did she...attack you first...?"
...
I tilt my head, and giggle.
"Let's just forget about that for now, okay?"
"B-But—"
I put a finger to his lips.
"...Come on...it doesn't matter."
I removed my finger, then glided it over my own lips.
It was to give off the sensation that we were sharing an indirect kiss. This is one of the best techniques, for pulling hapless guys over to your side.
"Look, you can trust me...don't you think...?"
...
The ugly bastard shook his head.
"We need to at least call for an ambulance first," he says. "I-I...I trust you, but...w-we can't just leave her like this."
...
I can't let him do that. Nor can I let him take notice of just how bad her injuries are—if he does, he'll notice I was torturing her, and that there's no way it was just self-defence.
"You realise if you do that...I might get in trouble?"
"Y-Yes, I'm aware of that, but..."
I shake my head.
"What was I supposed to do, sit here and let her continue hurting me?"
In my mind, I wasn't telling lies. She really was 'hurting me', with her mere existence; her admiration, and her putrid happiness. But I'm not so ignorant as to expect other people to understand that line of thinking.
"..."
He looks conflicted.
"I-I'm glad you defended yourself, but..."
He looks over at Sorano.
"S-She's really badly hurt...we can't just—"
"She's already dead, so what's the point?"
The ugly bastard looked at me again, and his eyes go wide.
"S-She's dead...?!"
"Well yeah," I reply, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I admit I went a bit mad in defending myself. I hit her a few too many times, but..."
"O-Oh my God..."
He put her hands over his mouth. He looked...mortified.
"What the FUCK?! H-How are we gonna—"
"Don't panic," I tell him. "Just relax, and take it easy."
"B-But this is-!"
I stepped up to him, and cupped at his cheek again. I rubbed at his cheek, delicately, with my index finger.
"Relax...no matter what happens, you will be safe, yeah?"
I smile at him, as reassuringly as I can muster up.
"I'll make sure of that...even if I go down for this, I'll make sure everyone knows you had nothing to do with it."
The ugly bastard is silent for a moment—he flickers his eyes to the ground, then back at me.
"N-No, you..."
"Please...I don't want you to get hurt in all this, okay? Over something she deserved."
I lean in, and place a smooch onto his lips.
"You'll be safe, so relax, sweetie. There's no need to feel afraid."
"...Do you...even care that she died?"
My expression fell—in the face of all this, I couldn't keep putting up the innocent act.
"What?"
"...Her wounds are...p-pretty damn bad..."
I frowned at him, and gritted my teeth.
I suppose I can't hide the obvious torture wounds all over her body, but even so...
"I don't regret ending the life of a bitch like her!"
My anger was getting the better of me. It was impossible to keep it down at this point.
"L-Look, I'm going to go and get help, okay?" he said, his voice shaking. "I-I think we really should report this. I-If we don't then, well..."
He tries to book it towards the exist.
Oh no you don't, you piece of shit!
I grabbed hold off an instrument that had fallen from the cabinet onto the floor, and charged after him.
I caught up to him, and managed to smack him in the head with the tool in my hand. He stumbled, and fell down onto one of the desks. I held him down, with both of my hands, and glared at my terrified pray.
"Ack! H-Holy crap, y-you're goddamn c-crazy...!"
Crazy?
Oh, I hadn't even shown him "crazy" yet.
I smashed the tool down onto the desk next to his head.
He yelps in an amusingly girly tone.
"And...why is that, hm? What convinced you that I'm CRAZY?"
"W-What do you think...?!"
He struggled to try and get free, but somehow my strength overpowered he's. I think it's something to do with the 'God'.
"You murdered that girl!"
"So what? Do you have a problem with that? I'll say this again: she. Deserved. What. She. Got!"
I got off of him, while still keeping him held down. With the strength that had been granted to me by the mastermind, I was able to keep him in my hold, and forced him over to the pool of blood where Sorano's remains laid.
"This is what all ugly goblins like her fucking deserve!"
While still holding onto him, I was able to kneel down, and untie some of the makeshift cuffs that were hanging loosely around Sorano's remains.
I then shoved the battard to the ground—and while he was still in a daze, laying on the floor, knelt down. I held him down—and he began to struggle. He was able to get in a few hits and scratches, enough to make me angry.
"Hold still!"
I was, eventually, able to get him tied up...
I panted heavily to catch my breath, and rubbed at my face. There's a bit of blood, and I feel a little pained. I guess he managed to injure me, at least somewhat. Damn bastard...
...
...
Now, here we are—I've locked up the door again, of course, and made sure that no one can get in. The ugly bastardis tied together with Sorano's remains, via handmade cuffs.
"...I wonder what I should do with you...?"
He looks over at the still, lifeless remains of Sorano.
"W-Why did you...r-really kill her...?" he asks.
I see no reason to hide anything anymore.
"Because she's an ugly bitch," I tell him, with a shrug of my shoulders. "Despite that, she dreams of being a model. When I heard that, I just lost it."
"W...What...?"
The ugly bastard looks up at me, then clenches his eyes shut.
"P-Please...t-tell me you're joking..."
I cackle down at him.
"Do I sound like I'm joking, sweetie?"
...
Tears are starting to fall from his eyes. Damn, he's really getting emotional over this?
"W-Why would you...kill over that...?"
"Because I can," I tell him, bluntly. "And because ugly people are disgusting creatures who aren't worth anyone's time."
The bastard's tears are already forming a puddle on the floor.
"Y-You are insane..."
"Correction: it's the rest of the damn world that's insane," I say, with a smirk. "Maybe if you opened your eyes, you'd realise that it's people like you who have drove me to do this."
I look over at Sorano's remains.
"That's right...her blood is on YOUR hands."
The guy seems at a loss for words. I take the opportunity to walk over to the tools sat on the nearby desk.
"Now, I'm going to make an example out of you..."
With that, I was about to get set on torturing him, when the thought is interrupted rather suddenly by the school bell.
"W-What the?"
I look over at the clock on the wall. It displays the time as being 20 minutes until the hour.
"Lessons are over? But, how?!"
I kneel down and harshly grab the ugly bastard's arm. I pull up his sleeve, and look at the time on his watch.
"...The clock is 20 minutes slow," I state.
I growl in frustration,
"Of COURSE it would be. That's just terrific."
I guess any plans here aren't realistic at this stage. Of course, it doesn't really matter for me, in the long run, although it would be nice to drag this out as long as possible, so it'd just be nice if no one finds the body.
"Okay, change of plan," I state. "I can't afford to walk around covered in blood-and I wouldn't want to anyway-so I'm gonna just leave you here, all gagged up."
Yes...
The torture of hoping someone will come and save him in this dark, abandoned classroom. That was perfect.
With that, I tapped his mouth shut, before strutting out of the classroom. As I'm walking through the school, I pass by multiple people-none of them having any idea about what I was just engaged in, of course. Although I'm getting several odd looks-I suppose I stick out.
"(Grrr...If I had my way, you'd all be toast...!)"
I decide to go into the school building. Mostly because it seems to be a shortcut to the front exit of the school. At the very least, I don't really know my way around this place, so of course it'd be best to retrace my own steps on the way to the exit.
As I go, I spot that P.E teacher—the one people around here call "Mr. Cranky". As soon as I see him, I don't hesitate in my desire to kill him, for even a second.
Although, killing a grown adult will be difficult, even with my inhuman strength, especially when I'm already a 'wanted suspect'. I'll need to approach this with caution.
Suddenly, I hear the doors behind me swing open, rather violently. I turn, to see the ugly guy I had gagged and tied up stumbling into the building.
"(W-What the-?! He managed to escape...?!)"
He's still gagged, with his arms tied up.
As soon as I realise what's going on, I leap up to the stairs to my right, and hide behind the pillar that separates the flight of stairs from the rest of the hall. I'm hoping I was fast enough to prevent the ugly guy from seeing me.
Apparently so, as he just stumbles down the hall—past the flight of stairs, towards Mr. Cranky. He's screaming behind his gag. Mr. Cranky notices him, and runs up to him. He removes the ugly bastard's gag, and he begins to pant for air.
"Yuta-san, what the hell happened to you?!"
"H-Haaah—S-Sir i-it's—" He tries to speak, through both his panting and his sobbing. At the same time, Mr. Cranky begins untying his arms. "i-it's t-that girl…t-the blonde girl, s-she…"
So he's blowing the whistle on me, huh?
Well, I don't really care—he can say whatever he wants. In fact, this is a good opportunity for me…
"That skank who was in her underwear?"
I grit my teeth.
"(Keep saying that if you want, you cunt. You're a dead man walking…)"
"Y-Y…Yeah, her…" Yu-replies to him. "S-She…s-she...!"
"C-Calm down, Yuta-kun!" he demands. "J-Just, for goodness sake boy!"
He begins to try and untie 'Yua-kun's' from his bounds.
Now is my chance!
I step out into the hallway, then sneak up on Mr. Cranky. When I get within distance, I charge at him, then stab the scalpel through his back. As I pull it out, he stumbles forward—I use my strength to push him against the wall to the left, and keep him held there. Despite his struggling, I'm just about able to hold him in position—probably helped by the stab to his back.
"A-Aaah…!"
'Yuta-kun' criesout-I ignore him for the time being, and focus on the guy in front of me.
"Die, you bastard!"
I can't believe I'm able to hold my own against a grown man…I thank the mastermind for my inhuman strength; it seems to be stronger than it was before when I faced Chie, as well. It's like it's getting stronger every time. Plus, I'm sure that my anger and adrenaline is helping a lot. I feel so goddamn angry—and determined. The raw desire to spill this guy's blood is charging through me. It's so strong, that no part of my mind is holding me back. I guess it's a disease that's attacked the part of my brain that governs "reason"…No, not a disease; a blessing.
"H-How the hell are you this strong?!" Mr. Cranky yells. "Y-You…-What ARE you…?!"
As I struggle with him, 'Yuta-kun' seems to cling to me, trying to pull me away.
I swat the guy away, although that gave Mr. Cranky the opening to gain the upper hand. In the struggle, the scalpel gets drawn across my hand, slicing it.
"Gaaaaugh!"
I cry in pain, and get forced backwards, the scalpel falling to the ground.
"G-Goddammit…!"
A white hot pain shoots through my hand—and a white hot anger, through my chest. I grit my teeth, and clench my hurt hand—
"YOU BASTARD!"
I cry out in anger, and deliver as strong of a punch as I can to his face. He tumbles to the floor, and I quickly pick up the scalpel with my good hand. I climb on top of him, and after a little bit more struggling, I'm able to finally overpower him, and stab the scalpel right through his forehead.
As the blade goes through, I feel a bit startled. I hadn't been expecting to have the strength to stab him through the skull—but I suppose I do.
I tear the thing back out, then begin stabbing him in the chest.
There's no point—he's already dead, but my anger won't allow me to stop.
"DIE! YOU! PIECE OF! SHIT!"
It's not just this guy—this is for every single gross man who has ever used to me. This is for every single ugly man who has put me through problems; every gross pervert, every worthless waste of a human being who used me—and who has used every other pretty girl like me; used, oppressed, or held us all down…
"Nnnnnnngh!"
I begin to slash him across the face with the scalpel.
"F-Fucking—Haaah…"
After a short while, I start feeling too tired to continue.
"W-Worthless cunts…"
I drag myself off him, and stand onto my feet. Somehow I still don't feel satisfied…As good as it felt to kill that guy, it's not enough. I just want it all to go away—I want my hatred of those people to go. I want the burning craving for their suffering to leave me.
All I have in my chest is a need—a need for them to go.
"Men…U-Ugly men…T-They're all worthless, fucking worthless…!"
I use my free hand to punch at the wall. I manage to hit it so hard, that it goes right through.
I turn around—The ugly guy is on the ground. He looks terrified of me.
"…"
As I walk in his direction, the ugly bastardshuffles backwards on his rear. He tries to struggle up onto his feet, but I charge at him, and knock him to the ground.
"NO! Please, don't!" he cries out, "I-I haven't done anything wrong! Don't kill me, please!"
I ignore his please, obviously. I spit down on him, and growl.
"Shut. The hell. Up!"
I raise my blade-
"You have no right to live you...you disgusting looking man!"
...
And then drive it into his chest-