"Bad outcome" is a format of non-canonical chapters for this fanfiction, which describe alternative developments if the main character or other characters at one time or another would commit wrong actions or mentally break down. To some extent, they can be considered semi-canonical, if you pull them a little by the ears. The format is experimental and absorbs all the negative emotions and obscene thoughts of the author so that they do not appear in the main plot. Do not read it to particularly sensitive people.
Warnings for the chapter: harassment, mental disorder, beating, sadomasochistic tendencies, a bit of femdom at the end.
P.S. A completely rewritten chapter. It was sillier and tougher in the original.
"Shit happens, guys," he said, squeezing the Rei a little tighter.
His voice was calm, but there was a hidden threat in every word. The girl, clutched in his arms, tensed up with her whole body. She felt his fingers tightly squeezing her waist, and hatred for him mixed with panic fear. Her friends looked at him with fury, but did not dare to make the first move.
"Now calm down," he continued coldly. "No noise. Otherwise your friend…"
He paused. The words caught in his throat. The threat of violence would have sounded too predictable, and he realized it wouldn't be enough to make them submit. So he did what seemed more significant.
His hand began to move slowly downwards, sliding from the girl's waist to her thigh. She jerked, flinching as if she had been burned.
"What are you doing?!" she spat, her voice breaking into a scream, but he only squeezed her a little tighter with his other hand, continuing to hold her.
His palm touched her thigh, and for the first time he felt the softness of her skin through the thin material of her stocking. It was a strange, almost frightening sensation. The thin layer of fabric felt like a barrier and something intimate at the same time. His fingers moved slowly until they found the thin elastic of the stocking, tightly clinging to her leg. This tiny bump of fabric gave him a strange sensation: pleasant, slightly ticklish, but at the same time implausible, as if he were touching something he shouldn't touch.
He gritted his teeth. Thoughts began to whirl through his head. 'What am I doing? This is part of the plan. Just to convince them to back off. It's just a game.' But despite all his attempts to justify himself, he couldn't ignore how his fingers were shaking slightly, and his breathing involuntarily deepened a little.
The girl jerked again, but he held her back, and his hand slid higher, to the exposed area of skin between her stocking and the hem of her skirt. The bare skin of her thigh was surprisingly warm and soft. This sensation completely captured his attention. It was soft, but elastic, and he thought that he had never touched anything like this. It was not like casual touches, nor like friendly embraces. Everything was new, frightening and... pleasant.
He clenched his teeth tighter, trying to suppress the excitement building inside him. He tried to fight the feeling, but it was useless. He took a deep breath to calm himself, but it was a mistake, because his nose caught the pleasant scent of lavender emanating from the girl's chestnut hair. So sweet and inviting.
Even worse was the moment when he accidentally touched her long silky hair with his cheek. It was so smooth and soft that the guy was ready to drown in it.
He never suspected how pleasant to the touch and smell of a girl... No. A living person. A living, warm, emotional girl - was simply heavenly pleasure after two corpses. But the guy controlled himself, although below he no longer had everything under control.
To distract himself, he looked at her friends. Their eyes were filled with rage and anger, but they still did not obey him. This irritated the guy.
But his palm continued to move upward. Her skirt lifted slightly, revealing even more smooth skin. The girl inhaled sharply, trying with all her might to break free.
"Enough!" she cried, her voice breaking. Her friends, seeing this, began to approach them.
"Get back!" he barked, his voice as sharp as a whip. He looked at them with his dark eyes, menacing. "Get back, or I'll continue."
They stopped, but did not retreat. The guy was tired of this. He decided to act at his own risk and the girl's fear.
"I'm sorry, honey... Just don't scream, please."
His hand suddenly grabs her left breast through her uniform blouse. She freezes, her body tenses in his arms, and a muffled moan escapes her lips at the sudden intimate contact. The soft bulge overwhelms your hand, her sensitive nipple hardening under his palm.
The guy felt the softness and volume of a woman's breasts for the first time in his life. It was an indescribable feeling of bliss and excitement. He also felt gloating and smug, watching the anger of her two friends. He massaged "Rei's" breasts greedily and pervertedly, which made her bashfully close her eyes, and tears began to grow in the corners of her eyes.
"Back. Now." There was only the wild imperturbability of a predator in the guy's eyes. The girl's friends instinctively staggered back. They had no choice, and they were forced to retreat. "Open the toilet door and throw the bat in."
They carried out his order. Reluctantly.
"Step back a couple of meters. If you try to break into the toilet, rest assured, I'll have time to cause her serious moral and physical harm." The threat was serious, as if the guy was a bastard villain, although now he was exactly that.
The guy walked, holding Rei tightly in his grip. No matter how much she kicked and resisted, the 182 cm tall, 68 kg guy was able to calmly overcome the girl and almost carried her with one hand into the toilet, where he threw her inside like a rag doll. While he was blocking the door with a broom, he could hear the girl quickly approaching him. His instincts quickly switched on defense mode in him. Instantly turning, he was able to press himself against the door at the last moment so that the baseball bat flew past his head, so that it crashed into the wall with such a roar that the guy realized all the rage and thirst for murder put into the blow. He looked at Rei's face and clearly saw all the same emotions as in the blow: sharp eyes with wild fury, a face red from flaring anger, clenched teeth. Everything was clear as day and night: she wanted to kill him. Well, or at least beat him half to death. It was already impossible to avoid a fight.
Rei took a half step back and swung the bat again, only this time it was from top to bottom. The guy dodged and grabbed the bat, but the girl kicked him in the stomach, causing him to stagger, but did not let go of the weapon. Pain shot through his body, causing him to groan. Rei tried to tear the bat from his hands, but it was all in vain. At this time, her friends began to break down the door as soon as they heard the sounds of a fight.
The guy's gaze was already clouded with rage, and something hot and uncontrollable was growing in his chest. A moment later, he himself tore the bat out of Rei's hands. She tried to run to the mop that stood on the corner, but the guy grabbed her hand, pulled her toward him and squeezed her throat with his other hand. Squeezing tightly and lightly pressing on her thin neck, he reduced her strength to resist, and then went into the toilet stall with her. She grabbed his hand in a vain attempt to loosen his grip, kicked her legs, scratched his skin, but all to no avail.
And at that moment, something in the boy broke. Her eyes, burning with hatred, her trembling body, her scent, mixed with sweat and fear. All of it suddenly overwhelmed him. He no longer thought. All he felt was her warmth, so real, so alive. Everything that happened outside this booth ceased to exist.
"Alive," he whispered, his voice husky and low. His hand slid slowly down her thigh, feeling the smoothness of her stocking and the softness of her skin beneath. Her muscles tensed, she tried to hit him again, but he was faster. His fingers tightened, digging into her neck, causing her eyes to water harder.
"Please stop," Rei managed to force out, her voice shaking. She tried to push him away, but her strength was running out.
"You're warm," he replied, leaning closer. His breath was hot on her neck. "Warm and alive. You don't even realize how important that is." His hand moved higher, to the hem of her skirt. He could feel her body trembling beneath his fingers, but he couldn't stop.
But he stopped abruptly, hearing the loudest roar. They were breaking in. The guy quickly untied her black bow, and while she was greedily gulping air after being strangled, he tied her hands and, lifting them above her head, tied the ends to a pipe. This would hold her for a while.
The toilet was empty. Only drops of water fell monotonously into the sink, breaking the echoing silence. The smell of disinfectant mixed with a slight dampness, creating a strange feeling of sterile comfort that had nothing to do with what was happening.
The boy stepped out of the booth, leaning on the bat as if it were his throne scepter. His face was expressionless, but his movements showed barely contained fury. He looked in the mirror, his dark eyes strangely empty, like those of an animal that had just escaped from its cage.
But he barely had time to take a step towards the sink when the toilet door swung open with a bang. The wood hit the tiled wall, making a cracking sound.
Two. Takashi in front, fast and sharp, eyes blazing with fury, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. Behind him, Hisashi. He moved differently: slower, more precise, like a predator preparing to pounce.
They surrounded him silently, like wolves stalking a wounded animal. No one spoke a word. Only the heavy breathing broke the silence, growing louder.
The boy, his back to the mirror, slowly raised the bat. The light from the dim lamp slid across the metal, making it seem for a moment like something deadly, something much more than just sports equipment.
His fingers tightened on the hilt so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He didn't wait for words, didn't try to understand their intentions. In those eyes, in that rush, he could already see: they had come to kill.
Takashi lunged forward like a spring-loaded mechanism exploding. His fist flew straight toward the boy's face. But the boy was ready. He took a sharp step to the side, and Takashi's fist missed him with a dull thud, barely grazing his shoulder.
The bat flew through the air. The boy put all his body weight into the blow, and the instrument crashed down on the attacker's side with a terrifying crack. The crunch of bone may not have been real, but the sound of the impact resonated throughout the room. Takashi screamed, staggered, but did not fall.
There was a dull sound of footsteps behind him. Hisashi attacked silently, sharply and precisely. His foot aimed at the boy's knee. A blow - and a sharp pain pierced his leg. The boy almost lost his balance, but he kept his balance, grabbing the nearest sink.
Without giving him time to recover, Takashi pounced again. His fist met the boy's rib, causing him to double over in pain. But the bat was still in his hands, and without thinking, he turned around, swinging at random. The metal barrel hit Takashi right in the forearm, forcing him to retreat.
A second of respite. The guy took a deep breath, catching sight of the broken mirror. His reflection, blood and sweat stained, his face distorted with rage.
But there was no time to think. Hisashi lunged forward, trying to disarm him. The boy reflexively brought the bat down, and it hit the karateka right on the shin. Hisashi screamed, lost his balance, and fell onto the tiles, clinging to the wall.
Takashi attacked again. His attack was direct but fast. He knocked the bat out of the guy's hands. The bat flew to the side, hit the wall and fell with a crash. Takashi immediately grabbed the guy by the collar, swung his arm and punched him in the face. Everything swam before his eyes.
Pain. Ringing in his ears. But the guy was still standing. He blindly felt for something on the floor, grabbed the trash can and, without thinking, brought it down on his opponent's head. The plastic cracked, and Takashi fell to his knees, clutching his head in his hands.
At that moment, Hisashi stood up again. His face was impassive, focused. The karateka attacked with lightning speed, but the boy, already on instinct, intercepted his hand, twisted and hit his head in his nose. Blood splattered, a loud crunch, a scream.
Hisashi staggered, but didn't fall. Then the guy grabbed him by the neck, pulled him towards himself and slammed him hard against the sink. The karateka fell to the floor, no longer trying to get up.
Turning around, the boy saw that Takashi was already getting up. Without a bat, covered in blood, he was breathing heavily, but he was still ready to fight. It was visible in his eyes.
The guy stepped forward, swung his arm, and kicked him in the chest. Takashi fell backwards, hitting his head on the wall, and lay there, showing no signs of life.
The toilet was silent again. Only the sound of dripping water and the boy's ragged breathing broke it. He leaned heavily against the wall, wiping the blood from his face.
He looked around the room. Takashi and Hisashi were unconscious. The bat was lying against the wall, all cracked and stained with blood. The guy took a step, then another, barely keeping his balance. His legs were buckling, but he was still standing.
He walked over to the sink, turned on the water, and tried to wash the blood off his hands. His reflection looked back at him in the mirror, tired, beaten, but still alive.
He wipes his face with a trembling hand. It's over.
He headed for the door, or what was left of it, and closed it as best he could, remembering to put a sign on the handle that read "toilet out of order." Then he returned to the stall, to his captive.
"What...what happened to Takashi and Hisashi?" Rei asked her rapist, scared by the sudden silence, hoping that he would at least answer her something.
"Alive... Most likely..." the cold and cruel voice only puzzled her even more.
"What does this mean? Are they wounded? Are they dying? Tell me quickly!" Her concern for her friends was commendable, especially in her captivity.
"Wounded. Unconscious, possibly... Blood coming from the nose." The guy answered honestly, moving away from the view and showing Hisashi's body.
"Help them! Stop the bleeding! Please..." Rei begged him with tears. "I... I will give myself to you... Just help them..." Desperation and the realization that her fate was already sealed made her offer a deal, where her body and innocence were put at stake.
The boy looked at her in silence, breathing heavily from fatigue and the bruises he had received during the fight. He saw her despair, her tears and her plea, and something moved in him. He silently moved away from her and went to Hisashi. He wiped the blood from his nose and checked his pulse and breathing. Then he lifted him up and dragged him into one of the stalls. Then he dragged Takashi in front of Rei, where he checked his pulse and breathing in front of her. Two was convinced that both of her friends were alive. Hisashi also went to one of the stalls, where he also sat down on the toilet.
The guy returned to Rei, who had already resigned herself to her fate. She tucked her legs under her, expecting an animal attack from a madman. But instead, the guy first untied her from the pipe, and then sat down on the toilet himself, placing Rei on his lap. He only put his arm around her and held her close. Rei, tired and giving in, laid her head on his chest. Tears began to stain the guy's bloody shirt. The only thing he said to her was:
"Alive... You're very warm..." His hand gently moved down to her skirt and began massaging her buttock. Even through the fabric, he could feel her soft flesh.
Rei didn't fight it. She was tired. The lives of her friends were in his hands, including hers. The only thing she could hope for was that he wouldn't hurt her too much. The mark on her neck was still a reminder of how strong her rapist was, and the unconscious bodies of her friends were putting an end to her ability to resist.
The guy buried his face in her hair and nervously tickled her skin with his breath. Rei's own breathing was returning to normal. She was able to calmly think about everything. She didn't have much of a choice: either stall for time while waiting for help, or quickly and painlessly satisfy the guy's needs. A difficult choice that she was able to make.
Even with her hands tied, Rei was able to unbutton the top button of her blouse, surprising the guy with her actions.
"We'll do it... quickly..." Rei managed to squeeze out of herself, continuing her way down.
The guy understood everything correctly and helped her unbutton the bottom buttons. She moved to his legs, and now her face looked straight at him. There was still anger and fury in her eyes, but more clearly in them was fatigue and a certain stage of submission.
The guy took hold of the edges of her bra and slowly opened them. His eyes were met with a view of a cute pink bra, under which large breasts were hidden. He also appreciated her good curves of the waist, shoulders, collarbone and neck. She had a pleasant skin tone to the eye - natural, without any external influences, like a solarium. He risked touching her flat stomach and felt the incredible smoothness and softness of her skin. He ran his palms along, across, on the sides of her tummy. He heard a slight squeak from her, and it was so pleasant to the ear after all that fully deserved anger, hatred and fear in her voice. He decided to act in the same direction: not to make sharp and rough movements and try to please her.
He decided to take a chance and untie Rei's hands. Now she was surprised by his actions. She could have tried to gouge out his eyes, but realizing the futility and risk of such attempts, she only took off her blouse and threw it on the floor. Now her top was
"Now it's your turn..." Rei grew a little bolder and began to unbutton the guy's shirt. "Where did this blood come from?" she asked sincerely as the work was done.
"The blood of the teacher Teshima. And a little bit of the man who bit him. Long story... You won't believe it... Definitely not." The guy lazily took off his shirt and now showed off his curves. Including his pumped-up abs and arm muscles. Rei understood why her friends lost to him.
This time she touched his stomach herself, tracing each cube of his abs with her fingers.
"With a body like that, you could have gotten half the girls in school. But you chose the path of violence... How disgusting... You are a real loser..." Rei expressed her opinion with a fearless voice. This heated up the guy, but not in the sense of being offended or angry. It turned him on. He liked being treated like the trash he had become. It brought him back to earth.
"I know... I feel disgusted myself..."
Rei was even a little upset that the guy agreed with her and did not even put her in her place. Because of this, it seemed to her that the boundaries between rape and rough sex were erased due to such a compliant nature of the rapist. This was even more disgusting. "It would be better if you just fucked me without any foreplay... And that's the end of it... But no. You wanted to cuddle, creature..." Rei's hands were on his neck. She began to strangle him, and he did not resist. Either he gave in and decided to accept his fate, or he knew that she did not have enough strength for this. One way or another, but Rei could not overcome the strong male neck. Only a spot of redness remained on it.
The guy meanwhile grabbed the elastic of her skirt and pulled it down. Rei did not resist and stepped over the skirt with each foot. The green clothes fell in the same place as the blouse. To the guy's surprise, she was wearing ordinary chaste white panties. However, her bra was also very innocent and cute. She was a modest girl.
"What are you looking at? Go ahead. Rip off my underwear and start raping me. That's why you did all this." Her eyes now showed a mixture of hatred and ironic mockery.
"I don't want to go that far... Your warmth is enough for me... Just the maximum tactile sensations." The guy himself felt disgusted by his own words, but there was no lie in them.
"Is this some kind of perverted fetish? I don't even know what to call this sick fantasy." Rei continued to brazenly insult the guy.
"You could call it thermophilia. Although it's simply an attraction to any type of warmth. But I would say that this sudden fetish arose because I was in a stressful situation before we met. Roughly speaking, a state of affect. And after the tense moment with the handkerchief, the level of adrenaline in my blood rose. And when I grabbed you, the first thing I felt after the stress and adrenaline was human warmth. Your warmth. There was also the softness of your thigh, the smell of your hair... Lavender, right? Well, and to top it off, your hair was soft. Basically, because of my psychological state, I suddenly became attached to you... Well, that is, to the warmth of your body. Consider it like the instinct of cubs, when they take the first person they see for their mother." The guy tried to explain his condition and what had happened to him in some detail and honestly.
"How disgusting... But at least it's understandable. And what happened to you to make you feel stressed? Did you hurt your finger?" Rei asked with malice in her voice.
"I killed the teacher Teshima. I smashed his skull on the tile," he answered calmly.
Rei didn't believe his words at first, but she didn't find any pretense in his gaze. She also remembered his words about the blood on his shirt and the blood of the teacher Teshima. "So... Takashi was right?"
"That's right... But I didn't do it out of malice... Believe it or not, I was saving Hayashi's teacher back then. I also cut off the hand of the man who bit him. But I don't feel too sorry for him. He got what he deserved after all..." He said with black irony in his words.
Rei wanted to laugh at his words as if they were a stupid joke, but she couldn't. His face looked painfully honest. She hated herself now for starting to feel a tiny, cockroach-like pity for this creature. She cursed the Stockholm syndrome that was beginning to form inside her. She had to fix the situation and plunge her offender into disgusting lust and debauchery.
She pressed herself harder against his groin and began to rub herself against it. The area beneath her began to expand. "Disgusting..." Her shoes fell onto the tiles. She deftly removed the stocking from her right foot and, gathering it into a roll, shoved it into the guy's mouth. Then she whispered angrily into his ear. "I don't want you to bite, dog. You can taste my sweat, pig." She removed the second stocking in the same way, but this one she gave him her hands and also whispered to him. "Touch it and find out how soft and durable the material of a woman's stocking is. You won't have another chance like this, freak."
The guy showed no emotion. He was just curious to see how far this could go. His free hand went down to her shin. It wasn't as soft and fleshy as her thigh, but he could feel her bone. A strange pleasure, but something new. Just as new was exploring her bare foot. He tickled her heel a little. Rei, as usual, didn't resist this contact and held back any manifestation of positive emotion. But at least he wasn't rough, but gentle.
"You want my warmth? Then take it..." Rei threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body tightly against his. But she realized that something was preventing her from enjoying the tactility. "Unhook my bra. But don't lower your eyes, bastard."
The guy complied and managed to unfasten the clasp of her pink bra with difficulty. As promised, he didn't try to look when she took off her underwear and threw it with the rest of her clothes. Now her bare breasts were pressed in their entirety against the guy's chest, her pelvis was touching his stomach, her arms were crossed behind his neck, and her chin fell on his shoulder.
Rei was beautiful. Her hot skin, the softness of her flesh, her warm breath, the sweet lavender scent of her hair, the tenderness of her skin - absolutely everything about her was arousingly pleasant, goosebumps ran all over his body. He hugged her back and pressed her even closer to himself. This living body calmed and pacified him. He got what he wanted. He was sleepy. But before that, spitting out the stocking and mouth, he was obliged to tell her:
"I'm sorry... For everything... It's a bit late, of course... But I'm sorry that you got hurt..."
Rei wasn't surprised by his words. After all the emotional swings this guy had gone through: from violent harassment, strangulation and a heavy fight with blood to sudden pacification, moderate caresses and some masochistic obedience, she expected an apology. And after the sensual and crazy stories about the murder of a teacher, she believed more in his sincerity. Sick, but still from the heart.
"Let me tie you up, hit you with a bat a few times, and hand you over to the police, where you'll write a confession and they'll put you in jail. Then maybe I'll forgive you and even visit you in jail, passing you chili-pepper cookies." Rei had quickly come up with conditions she hadn't expected. Few in their right minds would accept such humiliation when he was the one in power.
"Okay... Just tell me how many times exactly you want to hit me with the bat." But the guy agreed to them without hesitation.
"What?" Rei lifted her head and looked straight into his eyes with disbelief and suspicion. "Just like that?"
"Yeah... I don't really have a choice. I don't want to get a cork right in the liver from one of you. I'd rather sit in prison and repent. Just tell me the exact number of blows. It's just that I might not survive them. I don't care, maybe I deserved it, but you shouldn't take the sin of murder. You have to choose a specific number, so as not to go berserk and turn me into meat porridge..." The guy's voice was finally depressed and surrendered. He had already satisfied his desire, now, by rights, her time had come.
"Just like that?" Rei didn't believe him, but it was worth a try. "Close your eyes. I want to get dressed."
The guy followed her order and did not open his eyes the entire time the rustling of her clothes could be heard.
"Put on your shirt and then raise your hands forward."
Again, unquestioning compliance. Now he felt his hands being tied tightly with something.
"Step over your hands so they are behind your back"
A few seconds and it was done. Then she tied his eyes with the same fabric. Presumably they were her stockings.
"Follow me. Slowly..."
They both got out of the booth.
"On your knees"
The guy carried out all orders with pinpoint precision.
"Now it's time to strike." Rei was probably already swinging the bat, but the guy stopped her.
"Don't hit me in the head right away. I could die or lose consciousness. The main thing for you is that I feel pain. Right? And say out loud the specific number of blows. Control yourself. Don't cross the line in your lynching." he advised her.
"Okay... Three blows. In the back, in the stomach and in the thigh." Rei said the last word with malicious irony, reminding him how it all began.
"And lastly, if you allow me. Your name is Rei, right?"
"Rei Miyamoto. And what's your name?"
"My last name is Ikuta. And I don't deserve the name my parents gave me anymore. My nickname is "Deadman". And give me something to bite. The last thing I need is to bite my tongue and die from blood loss."
"A funny nickname. However, it suits you well." Rei untied his eyes and shoved the gathered stocking back into his mouth. He didn't dare open his eyes. "Now let's begin... The first strike for Hisashi!"
A sharp dull pain shot through his back as the bat in Rei's hands did its job. "Deadman" staggered forward, but did not fall, enduring the pain and humiliation he deserved. He did not scream, although he wanted to curse at full speed. There would definitely be a bruise on his back. Well, at least his spine did not get hit too hard. Only his shoulder blades were unlucky, but he did not hear the crack, which was very good.
"Now the belly... For Takashi!"
And again a sharp dull pain. But this time the blow landed successfully on his abs, which were just designed to take blows to the stomach. The internal organs should not have suffered much.
"Now three... For yourself!"
"Deadman" expected this blow to be stronger than the previous ones, because she remembered her pain and humiliation well. Her blows were already good, and this one promised to either make a huge bruise on his leg, or even break a bone. In such a state after the harassment, she could give in to her anger. He was ready for the blow, but it did not happen. He waited five seconds, then ten, and at the sound of water pouring from the tap, he could not stand it and opened his eyes. She was simply washing her hands and face. And when she returned to him and sat down in front of him, she suddenly asked:
"Can you walk? Are you dying?" Of course, there was no talk of any concern for his life, only caustic and just gloating.
"Deadman" only raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Don't think that I've forgiven you. It's just that if I hurt your leg, Takashi and Hisashi will have to drag you to the teachers' lounge. You don't deserve that. I'll hold off on hitting you." Rei glared at him to make her words seem serious, but her face was shining due to the water droplets, giving her a charming look. The effect was the complete opposite. "And remember one thing once and for all. Nothing happened between us in the stall. You only managed to grope me in front of witnesses. I was able to knock you out when you were closing the door. Do you understand that?"
"Deadman" nodded lazily, agreeing with her.
"Okay. This is going to sound wrong, but I'm lucky you turned out to be such an obedient criminal." Rei managed to smile genuinely for the first time, although this smile was ironic and tired.
And what about "Deadman"? "Deadman" simply lay down on the floor, hoping that he could wake up from a strange and absurd dream.