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Sarah saw red everywhere, the night of her rape and supposed death fresher now on her mind than it had been since the year after it had happened. She grabbed a shred of dress that she had previously torn off and laid about for her later use, wrapped it around his neck, and created a Punjab lasso to choke him all within a minute flat. She jerked back on the lasso, choking him, and letting him look into her eyes.
"Still think I'm useless now, punk?" she demanded, and his eyes widened. "I'll show you just how wrong you are, just how much you are like those others that I killed after they raped me."
"No," he rasped. "Please, don't!"
"Oh, I've heard that somewhere before, let me think," she said pretending to gaze off into the distance and then smiling. "Ah, yes, I remember now. Those were the very words I said before I was raped by a senior boy when I was twelve. Don't worry, I'll make sure your death isn't as agonizingly slow as theirs were, no, this is going to be just a little bit quicker… after all, I have other girls to protect tonight from the same kind of monsters as you."
"No, please," he begged. "I'll-I'll keep my mouth shut! I'll do anything! Just don't kill me!"
"Leave three hundred thousand dollars," she snarled, and his eyes widened. "Or perhaps you can afford more, with your parents being as rich as they are? Kid, get going, you won't want this being imbedded in your mind like it has become to mine."
"You-hate killing?" she asked shocked, and Sarah looked over her shoulder sorrowfully.
"I've killed only to protect myself and others," she said mournfully. "It never gets easier at all, especially when they hesitate and are there in front of me. Those from the football fields, the ones that were the ones who tortured me, those were the easiest because I already hated them. But it doesn't mean that the pain isn't there. When you kill, there is a part of you that dies, a part of you so vital that it keeps you human and sane. It's become so lost for me that there is no hope for me to be able to merge back into society. That is why I stay hidden and do what I do."
"L.F….?" she asked, and Sarah nodded.
"I am both L.F, and Sarah Tiranti," she said calmly. "You will speak of this to nobody. I shall destroy the cameras in this hallway. You boy, you will return to this room after school when everyone else has returned home on Monday. Should my command be ignored, you shall die. If you don't do as I said earlier and bring me the first installment, you shall die. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," he squeaked.
"And one more thing," she snarled. "One word of this, or even one word about seeing me, and I shall kill you in the most gruesome and painful ways, videotape it, and put it all over the internet. How much more humiliation do you think I can come up with, hmm? How much more do you think I can create for the sole purpose of satisfying my sadistic urges? Why do you think I enjoy and simply thrive on my sadistic desires, hm?"
"I-I don't know," he stammered, and she chuckled darkly.
"You'll see," she sneered nastily as she tied him up and gagged him, forcing him to stay within the room for a while more. "Girl, get going. You won't be liking what I'm going to do to him."
"But-!" she started, but received a warning glare from Sarah. "Please, don't kill him!"
"Heh, no, I've got much bigger fish to fry tonight," she smiled nastily. "Why else do you think that none of the cameras work in the school outside of the ones in the principals' offices? It's because nobody has the guts to catch me on camera for fear of being killed like the guy in my junior high that I killed for accusing me of faking my death."
"Did you?" the boy asked, having managed to spit out the gag somehow, right as the girl fled from the room.
"You really think I'm dead? Heh, you've got an awful long way to go," she smiled. "Besides, I've got just the perfect thing for what I want to do to you."
He paled as she redid the gag and tied another strip of cloth around his head to make sure that the gag stayed in this time. she smiled and began to strip him, slowly beginning the torture that would last the entire night for him, while she had trained herself to never become aroused at the very thought of any naked man save the original phantom of the opera, Erik.
The worst part for the senior was that when it was five in the morning, she had forced his torture and he was sobbing his eyes out, clearly wanting sleep but clearly not going to be able to get it since she kept whipping him with the dress right in his privates.
"MMMNnnnf!" he sobbed at last, and she looked at the clock.
"Oh, what do you know, it's morning," she mused. "I'd better get back to my classroom so I can tutor my student on time. but before I do, I'm going to give you some rules. First and foremost, you will speak of this to nobody but me. second, you will pay me the money that I demand of you, you will pay it on time, or you will face this again. third, you will touch no female outside of marriage, and if you do, I shall torture you again in a much, much worse manner. Any questions?"
He shook his head silently crying.
"Good," she smiled. "Oh, and one more thing. You are to stay in this room until the bell rings for you to go to your first classes. I don't want anyone to figure out what I'm up to, and besides that, if word got out that you'd survived, my job would be nothing but torturing people and leaving them to go insane. I should try that one sometime, actually, I wonder how it would work out…"
She continued plotting her next moves as she made her way back to her home, hiding out quickly as the janitor opened the door to a door near hers for an early substitute right as she silently closed her bedroom door behind her.
"Lucky," she smiled before crawling into a ball on the floor. "Good night, Erik."
She looked at a photo of the Gerard Butler's rendering of the phantom and smiled at it as she blinked and then curled back up to go to sleep.
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