"So, what did you want to talk about?" Monika asked, looking over at Sayori, who seemed to be bobbing back and forth nervously on her feet.
"Monika, I know we haven't known each other for awhile, but I just... Monika, I love you. Really love you! Would you go on a date with me?"
Sayori finally got the words out, and it felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She'd asked Monika to stay behind after the club with her to do it. Meanwhile, Monika took a step back in shock at the confession, her eyes wide as her body trembled. Sayori stared at her with a look of determination, preparing herself for whatever Monika might say next. But, to her surprise, Monika started…laughing. First a low giggle, but it slowly grew until she was bending over at the waist. Sayori wasn't really sure what to think about it until a few seconds later, when Monika finally stood back up, and met her eyes.
"Sayori, I am the most gorgeous, successful, intelligent girl in this school. I can have any man or woman I want, at any moment I want, and I can drop them just as easily. You're a sad piece of shit that can barely get out of bed in the morning. You have panic attacks when you think of holding hands with your childhood friend. Why would I ever want to waste my time on you?" She said. The words hit Sayori so hard that she nearly fell over, and tears immediately started welling up in her eyes. Did…did she actually hear that right?
"H-huh?! Monika…I-I thought you were…much nicer than this…" Sayori said. "Did I hear you right?"
"You heard me perfectly well." Monika answered. "And of course I'm being nice, Sayori. I can't think of anything worse than letting someone live on false hope. Why should you think you're anything more than the garbage you are? Why would you ever think that anybody wants you around? You fill a headcount on my attendance sheet so the principal doesn't shut down my club, and that's all you'll ever be good for." Sayori could feel the tears falling down her face rapidly as she backed away, though she wasn't sure why.
"I…I…r-really…mean that little to you…?" Sayori asked, not wanting to believe it, but Monika started walking towards her, smirking.
"Look at you. You stuff your bra so you can pretend you have tits." She said, smacking Sayori's chest so hard she cried out, and stumbled against the door. "You add sway to your walk so you can try to get MC to stare at your ass." She said, whipping Sayori around, opening the door, and kicking her butt, sending her out into the hallway. "It's pathetic, it really is. I'm sure he'd rather jerk off to the thought of me than even acknowledge you."
"Th-that's…I wasn't…doing it for him…" She said, and Monika started laughing again.
"What? For me? Well then, why don't you just show me?" She asked, and before Sayori could stop her, she started grabbing the girl's clothes and stripped her. Sayori begged and pleaded for her to stop, but the president was relentless, throwing aside her vest, her top, her skirt, her underwear, even the little things she used to indeed enhance her bust, until she was completely naked before Monika. Her face was beet red, and she trembled as Monika stared down at her with an intense glare. "This is what you wanted to show me? I can't even stand the thought of looking at you normally, looking at you now, naked like this, makes me want to gag." Monika says.
"Why…are you doing this…? Y-you could've just said no…" Sayori said, starting to hyperventilate.
"Because I need to get it through your thick skull that no matter what you do or say, this could never work between us, because you're a pathetic human being who could never truly amount to anything, and that's not someone I want to waste anything on, whether that be my time, or my love." Monika said, and delivered a swift kick to Sayori's stomach, making the girl cry out in pain.
"C-can I…h-have my clothes back…?" Sayori asked, and Monika laughed again.
"I'd give you your clothes back, but you probably like being naked if you're so shallow as to want to show off your body like that." She said, before launching into another laughing fit. Sayori, tears streaming down her face, slowly started to get up, crawling away on all fours as she cried. Before she got very far though, Monika kicked her again, this time connecting with her bare breasts, making it hurt even worse as she collapsed back onto the floor, trying to catch her breath. "See…you can't even stand up, and I've only hit you a few times." Monika said mockingly. She watched as Sayori gripped the wall to lift herself up, placing a hand between her legs as she did, still trying to protect her fractured modesty, and Monika scoffed. Once she was on her feet, she opened her mouth to speak, but Monika kicked her legs out from under her, and she fell back down onto her face, her ass stuck up in the air, making Monika laugh again as she pulled out her phone.
"Wh-what are you…ahhh…" Sayori groaned, and to her horror, she heard the sound of a camera.
"Just taking some pictures to show the others." She said, and then paused. "Probably the whole school too." Sayori started to sob, crying harder than she had in a long time, and Monika scoffed again. She landed one last kick to Sayori's stomach, almost making the girl vomit before she walked away, taking Sayori's clothes with her. Sayori laid there, listening to Monika's laughter echo through the hallways for a while, before they eventually faded. Even then, she laid there for a while, but when she finally moved, she started crawling towards the bathroom. Thankfully the school was basically empty, but the entire time, her body ached from where Monika had hit her.
Eventually she made it, crawled over the disgusting floor, into one of the stalls, and locked it. She climbed into the toilet and started to sob. Once she started, it came flooding out, a wave of tears cascading down her face as she wailed into the empty bathroom. All she could think was how she wanted to die. She'd have to walk home naked now, someone was likely to see her. She should die. She might have a broken rib. It hurt to breathe. She wanted to die. It…had been the worst thing she'd ever experienced, and now…she wanted to die.
She wanted to die.
She wanted to die.
She wanted to die.