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"Hey, Sarah! I need to talk to you!"

Sarah didn't even turn her head the first time. She kept walking down the hall, chatting with Jessica and Stacy. It was Sarah's birthday last week, and they were all playing with her new Tamagotchi. Her prized possession. Beautiful lilac shell with hot pink buttons. Everyone in class was jealous. The three girls were too busy listening for little beeps to pay much attention.

"Hey! Sarah Bushnell! Come here!"

She slowed down a little at her name, thinking it might be a teacher. But when she looked around she couldn't see who it was. The hall was incredibly crowded, with hundreds of kids moving from 1st to 2nd period. And her Tamagotchi was hungry, so she focused on that instead.

"Sarah! Sarah! Wait! I need to- damnit!"

That was when she felt a sharp tug at her wrist. She yelped and fell backwards. Jessica and Stacy turned around, confused, as Sarah picked herself back up. She instinctively yanked herself free before looking up to see who'd grabbed her.

"Finally! I've been trying to talk to you all morning!"

"Umm..."

Sarah had never seen this girl before in her life. She was dressed entirely in black, from skinny jeans to thick platform boots. Her shirt bore the unreadable logo of a heavy metal band, with drawings of dead bodies underneath. Sarah was pretty sure it wasn't up to dress code, but this girl was a bit older than her. Maybe the rules were different for the highschoolers. Sarah peered up at the girl, waiting for her to speak. But she just stood there, smiling. Finally snapping out of it as the bell rang.

"Oh, uh, I really need to speak with you!
It's been so long since we last talked!"

Sarah didn't know what to say.

"Um... Who are you..?"

The girl seemed offended, like the answer should be obvious. She flipped away the hair from her eyes, giving Sarah a better a look. Her face was covered in acne.

"Don't you recognise me?"

Not even a little bit.

"I think you got the wrong person..."

Jessica tugged on her sleeve. They had math class next, and that was on the other side of the school. They'd be late if they didn't hurry up.

"I have to go now..."

She turned and began to walk away, but her wrist was grabbed once more. Forcing Sarah to turn, as if one more look would jog her memory.

"I'm Valerie, remember?
I used to babysit for you!"

Still no recognition. Sarah's dad wasn't around anymore, and her mom was always busy with work, so she went through a lot of babysitters. Most of them were nice old ladies who lived down the street. But she had no memory of ever having a sitter like this.

"I just need to talk to you for like, 2 minutes and then I'll-"

Sarah tried to pull away again, but Valerie was holding on tight. She tugged harder, trying to wriggle out of her grasp.

"I don't know you, I'm sorry."

With every denial, Valerie seemed to get more and more distressed.

"N-no, you do!
You do know me!
I sit behind you on the bus!"

When Sarah's expression didn't change, Valerie looked even worse. Like she was about to cry. There was something deeply off-putting about her. Her voice seemed to shake with every word, like she wasn't in control of what she said next.

"I, uh, helped with the lighting
when you were the school play.
I used to say 'hi' to you every day.
D-don't you remember me at all?"

The hall was beginning to empty as kids made their way into class. Jessica and Stacy stood there, just as confused as Sarah was.

"Um, Sarah, maybe we should-"

"Yeah, uh, we're gonna be late..."

They gingerly tried to pull Sarah free, and after a few seconds Valerie relaxed her grip. Sarah tripped forwards and started briskly walking away.

"Sarah! Wait! Sarah!!"

She let out a hurried 'I'm sorry!' as she made her way down the hall. She could hear Valerie getting desperate.

"Please! It's important!"

About to turn the corner.

"It's about, uhh, your cat! Muffin!!"

Sarah stopped in her tracks.

"Muffin..?"

Stacy and Jessica both looked at her with concern. Sarah knew she should follow them to class, but hearing Muffin's name frightened her for some reason. She turned around and began to walk back towards Valerie, with her friends cautiously leaning around the corner.

"Did... something happen to... to Muffin..?"

Valerie put her hand behind her head, awkwardly standing in the middle of the empty hallway.

"Yeah, he uh... He got hit by a car, actually..."

Instant tears. Muffin had been with her for Sarah's entire life. She fed him and gave him water every single day. Whenever she did arts and crafts, she would always try to make toys for him. And now he was... gone?

"Wh-what? M-Muffin..?"

Valerie didn't seem all that upset, but she was trying to sound reassuring.

"Yeah, uh, your Mom actually sent me to,
um, come get you..."

Tears pouring down her face. Why didn't mommy come to tell her in person? Couldn't she have at least waited until after school? It didn't make any sense, but it was hard to think logically when she was sobbing this hard.

"M-M-Muffin is... d-dead..?"

Valerie shifted in place, fiddling with her hands.

"Umm, yeah, sorry, he's-
Well, actually, he's not quite dead..."

"H-huh..?"

Sarah didn't know how to react. Her tears stopped, resting on her cheeks, unsure whether to be relieved or even more distraught. Valerie kept beckoning her over.

"Yeah, no, he's still alive!
Your mom actually, uh, gave him to me.
He's gonna die soon, but uh, well,
she wanted you to say goodbye first."

Her whole body froze. This didn't feel real. She'd fed Muffin just this morning. Stroked his belly whilst she watched cartoons. He couldn't be dead. He was an inside cat; he shouldn't have been anywhere near a car. Sarah couldn't form any new words, simply repeating the same question from before.

"Muffin... is dead..?"

"No! He's, uh, definitely alive!
I actually have him with me now.
He's waiting, um, in my backpack.
If you follow me, I could, uh, show you."

And she pointed over to an empty classroom.

"He's in there. In my bag."

Sarah reflexively stepped forwards. Valerie still unnerved her, but she wasn't thinking about that anymore. If Muffin really was about to die, then she needed to say goodbye to him. Needed to scratch behind his ears one last time. She almost reached the door when Jessica called out to her.

"Sarah! We're gonna be late."

She turned around and saw her two friends at the end of the hall. They looked frightened. Sarah was too, but she was so distraught that she didn't care. Plus she wasn't worried about 'stranger danger' here. She didn't trust Valerie, not at all, but it wasn't like she was a creepy old man or something. She was just another kid. Still older than her, but not that much older. In a different life, she and Valerie could have been sisters.

"I'll just be a few minutes.
Tell Mr. Ribauld that I needed the toilet."

"Okay..."

The girls stood there, unmoving. Sarah turned away, ready to get this over with, but not before Stacy called out one last time.

"Do you want us to feed your Tamagotchi?"

Sarah had forgotten all about that, even though she'd kept it in her hand this entire time. She squeezed the plastic. It made her feel better.

"No, it's okay...
I'll see you guys later..."

Sarah watched as Jessica and Stacy reluctantly made their way back down the hall. When she turned around, Valerie was smiling.

The classroom was dark. All the blinds were shut, and the lights were off. Sarah had never been in this room before. It seemed to be in the process of refurbishment. Half of the posters had been torn down, and there were paint-splattered tools strewn across the desks. Valerie gestured for her to step in side. She seemed excited for some reason.

"He, uh, he's just in that bag."

And she pointed to an unassuming black rucksack on the floor. Right at the back of the classroom, next to the supply cupboards. Sarah could barely see it through the darkness. She watched it from the hall, trying to look for movement. Listening for a 'meow'. Nothing. She stepped forward and Valerie shut the door behind them.

"Do you really not remember me, Sarah..?"

Sarah wasn't listening. She strained her eyes, trying to spot any change in the bag. The slight rise and fall of breathing. But it didn't move at all. Did that mean that Muffin had already..?

"I, uh, sent you a birthday present...
I don't know if you got it... I hope you did...
Your mom wouldn't let me, um, give it to you in person..."

It was hard to see through the tears, but if she squinted she could maybe see a faint rustling. There was a slight electrical hum coming from the ceiling, and it almost sounded like purring.

"Are... are you even listening to me..?"

Sarah stopped and turned, confused. She wasn't sure why Valerie was still talking about all this other stuff. Didn't she care about Muffin at all?

"What..?"

Valerie abruptly smiled again. Everything else about her was nervous and unsure, but whenever Sarah looked up at her she would grin from ear to ear. Like she couldn't help herself.

"Y-you do remember me, right? Right?"

Sarah didn't want to talk about this. She just wanted to see Muffin.

"I don't... Sorry..."

Sarah tried to shuffle backwards whilst Valerie talked at her. She spoke so fast that Sarah had a hard time keeping up.

"W-we've met before, I promise!
I used to babysit you all the time!
Well, um, only once, technically...
B-but we had a really good time!
Remember?"

She really didn't. But Valerie scared her, and so she tried to play along. Eyes flicking over to the bag every few seconds.

"Umm... Maybe..? When was this..?"

With each step back, Valerie stepped closer. Towering over her. Trembling with every word.

"It was, uh, two years ago.
Your mom had to go to the hospital.
There was a problem with her kidneys."

Sarah had no memory of this at all. Two years was a long time for a 7 year old. More than a quarter of her life. But she nodded anyway.

"Uh huh..."

"Yeah... It was a while ago, now...
I was 14, and you were, umm, hhah...

And when she said the number 'five', Valerie began to laugh uncontrollably. Deep and cruel. Like she was in on a joke that went over Sarah's head. She began to twitch so violently that she had to grab onto herself, leaving red marks on the skin of her arms. It was hard to tell if she was excited or very, very scared. Sarah backed away slowly.

"Can I see Muffin now..?"

Valerie was too busy shaking to keep following her.

"Y-yeah... Hhhaah... He's over there..."

Sarah turned around and walked quickly to the bag. She wanted to get Muffin and get out of here. She could say goodbye to him somewhere else. She bent down and unzipped the bag, listening for his breathing. All she found was a lunchbox and water-bottle. She tried another pocket. Just a bunch of textbooks and pens. There wasn't even any cat hair.

"Where is h-"

The worst pain she'd ever felt, instantly, right in the back of her skull. Her face smashed into the cupboard door, breaking her nose on impact. Blood already squirting through crooked nostrils. Sarah passed out almost immediately. The last thing she heard was the clatter of a metal toolbox being dropped to the floor. And the last thing she saw was her Tamagotchi, purple and pink, being crushed to pieces by a heavy black boot.

When Sarah woke up, she was almost completely blind. Her eyes were open, but her vision had blurred into a grey smear. Still dark at the edges. And a sharp ringing in her ears. She gasped for breath, but found she couldn't. Something was covering her mouth, forcing her to breathe through her nose. Sucking up blood with each bubbling inhale. She cried as loud as she could.

She could barely hear herself through the tinnitus. Yelling and yelling. Bloody snot pouring into her mouth with every gurgling scream. She tried to figure out where she was. Everything sounded really far away. Like the room stretched out for miles. And, at the very edge of hearing, a burst of manic laughter.

"Hhaahh... Y-you're awake... Hhhah..."

A twitchy black blob crept into focus. Sarah screamed again and rushed to get away, but she couldn't move. Her arms and legs were bound tight with crude, improvised restraints. Her right arm was fixed to the shelves with a length of rubber hose. Left arm was tied with a belt. Right leg was held in place with about 50 elastic bands. And her left leg was wrapped in cellotape, with the spent roll still dangling off the end.

Valerie stepped forward, breathing heavily.

"Y-you don't know how long I've, hahh,
how long I've waited for this day."

Sarah flailed and thrashed, trying to wrench herself free, but all she managed to do was tip a box of pencils onto the floor. The sound was very distinctive, and Sarah realised they were in one of the stationary cupboards. Which meant she was still at school. She made as much noise as she could, rattling the shelves and crying through the gag.

Valerie didn't seem concerned with all the noise. In fact, it made her laugh even harder. She moved closer, until Sarah could feel ragged breath on her neck.

"Yeah, fuckin' scream.
Scream more.
Do it."

Sarah tried to stop herself, but she couldn't.

And Valerie licked Sarah's nose as she squealed, letting the blood coat her tongue. Flicking into broken nostrils, pushing inside, causing even more screams. Blocking her only source of oxygen. Moving up to taste her tears. Lapping at her face like a dog. Laughing and grunting at the same time. Hands shooting down to unbutton her jeans, sliding trembling fingers into boxers.

"Oh fuck...
I'm so wet."

Sarah felt like she was gonna black out again. The pain in her skull was so intense that with each throb she would lose consciousness for a few seconds. Dragged in and out of sleep. And every time she would forget where she was for a few moments, only to suddenly wake up screaming. Valerie loved it, giggling every time. She began kissing her neck, sniffing as she dropped.

"Ungh... I've wanted to... ungh!
I've wanted fuck you for so long, Sarah.
It's all I ever– unghh– it's all I ever think about."

Valerie pushed her nose into the collar of Sarah's shirt, huffing until she was gasping for breath. There was so much blood in Sarah's mouth that it spilled into her throat, making her gag. Some went down the wrong hole and she coughed violently, but tape over her mouth made it all explode from her nose. Head thrown backwards, smacking into the metal shelf. Another burst of agony.

"HHhhhah... Oh fffuck...
Shit I'm gonna cum already..."

She forced herself to stop masturbating, ripping her fingers away. Reaching into her bag and fishing something out. Sarah couldn't see it. She could barely see anything at all. But as soon as she heard the first *click*, she knew exactly what it was.

Valerie held it up so Sarah could see. Even as a blurry shape, she recognised it. One of the cheap red box-cutters from art class. Still covered in glue stains. Both of them watched– in terror and ecstasy– as the blade revealed itself. Valerie laughed at every click.

"Hhhahh... Isn't it pretty..?"

The knife drifted closer, in and out of focus, then dipped from view. Metal against her skin. Too scared to make a sound. Scratching her collarbone as Valerie tried to cut open her shirt. Swearing under her breath as she attempted to saw through the cotton. Eventually giving up and ripping it with her hands. Staring at Sarah's naked chest in awe. She spoke as if in a trance.

"Oh god I love you..."

And she covered her face with her hands, blushing.

"Hhah, sorry I just, hhaah, sorry,
I've wanted to say that for so long."

For a few seconds she kept staring, muttering awkwardly, as if she'd forgotten where was. Fiddling with the knife. Sarah let out another muffled scream and Valerie woke up, blinking a few times, before lunging forward and kissing her nipples.

"Ffuckk... I love you...
I love you Sarah... Unghh...
I love you so fucking much..."

Moaning and laughing and biting between kisses. Smearing blood across her ribs as she grabbed with both hands. Squeezing so tight that Sarah almost threw up. Forced to swallow it down, otherwise it would come out of her nose again. Valerie sniffed her armpits as she spoke, gripping even tighter.

"Do you– ungh– remember me now, Sarah?
Did I jog your fuckin' memory, huh? Huh?!"

Sarah didn't hear a word. The tinnitus had gotten so much worse after hitting her head a second time. Like an alarm clock rattling around her skull. She tried to keep making noise, but her body was rapidly shutting down. She couldn't scream anymore, and her arms had lost all strength. She just wanted to sleep.

"It was the best night of my fffucking life, Sarah.
I wanted to r-rape you right then and there.
But I was– oh fuck– scared that your– ungh–
scared your cunt mother had hidden cameras."

Valerie lurched downwards, licking into Sarah's navel. Leaving a trail of crimson saliva as she dragged her tongue across her stomach. Trying again to cut through her skirt, only to give up immediately and tearing at the zip. Leaving Sarah in only panties. White cotton, with a teddy bear on the front. Valerie stared at it for a few moments, before passionately kissing the fabric.

"Mmhh, fuck... Do you remember, Sarah,
how we- UNGH– how we cuddled on the couch..?
The smell of your hair drove me fucking crazy."

She tried to cut open the panties as she licked, but her hands were trembling too hard. One had returned to her crotch, masturbating furiously, whilst the other fumbled with the knife. The blade slipped, and Sarah felt searing fire in her abdomen.

A huge, crooked gash in her upper pelvis. So deep that the metal hit bone. Forcing her awake. This new pain was so much sharper than the pounding ache in her skull. It didn't fade or pulse; it burnt and kept on burning.

"Shit... Sorry... That was supposed to come later..."

With each gasp of breath there was another squirt of blood. Splashing down her thigh. Valerie was transfixed, watching closely as she continued to saw through the panties. Nothing like the dark, snotty viscera dribbling from Sarah's nose. This was a bright, vibrant scarlet. And it flowed like spring water.

"Ohh fuck... Oh my god... I'm so happy..."

The dull blade finally cut through the seam, and Sarah's underwear fell to the floor. Valerie leant forwards and began lazily sucking on her pussy, but her attention was elsewhere. Eyes locked upon the wound. At each new gush her she would twitch and laugh, her tongue still deep in Sarah's cunt.

"Nnhhaahahahnm... Nnhahnhahahnmh..."

Sarah went limp. Her mind was still half-lucid, but she lost all tension in her body. Her head lolled forward, neck unable to support her skull, and she was forced to look down. The blurry dark blob was now speckled with red. She barely noticed Valerie's tongue at all.

"Mmhahahh fuck! I can't resist!"

Valerie switched her focus, suddenly licking at the wound. Spreading it apart and drinking from it. Gulping and slurping. Sarah lost consciousness again, and yet her body spasmed anyway. Weak and involuntary. Like a dead animal shocked with electricity.

"Nnghh... I love you..."

She began fingering as she licked, but Sarah didn't notice. She was in such agony that the pain of being raped barely even registered. It was only when Valerie swapped positions, tonguing her cunt and fingering the wound, that Sarah was forced awake. She tried to scream but her lungs were empty. All she could do was blow bubbles from her nose.

"Unghh fuck... Next I'm gonna cut your–"

"Welcome, class! Come in, come in!!"

Something stopped her. Valerie pulled away and stood up, looking around. Being very quiet.

"What the hell was that..?"

She pushed past Sarah and stuck her ear up to the wall, listening very carefully. There were voices on the other side.

"Morning everyone, take your seats! Today we're going to..."

Valerie shrieked under her breath. All her manic joy vanished. Nails digging into her arms once more.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!
It was supposed to be empty!
I thought it was– Oh fuck fuck fuck!"

Sarah couldn't hear any voices. She couldn't hear much of anything. But somewhere, at the very edge of awareness, she felt a slight vibration. She couldn't work out exactly what happened, but the black smear was now pacing in a circle. She had the vague sense that Valerie was afraid, but she didn't know why. Another few scattered vibrations. Sarah tried her hardest to focus on it. It reminded her of something. She'd felt it before. Like the scrape of chairs being pulled from their desks. As soon as she figured it out, she screamed with a newfound vigour.

Valerie stopped pacing and lurched forward, right in Sarah's face. Hissing at her.

"Shut up! Shut up!
Stop screaming!"

But Sarah wouldn't stop. Every last drop of adrenaline left in her body was reignited, and she yelled as loud as she could. Rattling the shelves, knocking staplers onto the floor.

"Shut up! Please! Please be quiet!
Please please please just be quiet!"

Valerie sped up her pleas, raising in pitch with every word, until she was screeching through her teeth. Begging and whining like a terrified puppy. She fiddled with her hands again, biting them as she nervously looked around the room.

"Oh fuck fuck fucking shit fuck..!
Please, I love you, stop screaming! Please!"

Valerie was hyperventilating now. Her body shook just as violently as Sarah's. She fell to the floor and brought her knees up to her face. Beginning to cry, then stopping. Laughing. Grabbing something and quickly standing back up again.

And suddenly there was no sound at all. No oxygen. An instant, overwhelming pressure in her face. The throbbing rapidly sped up until it beat like a nervous heart. Valerie cackled with relief.

"Hhahh... Thank fuck...
Oh fuck I thought I was gonna... hhahhh..."

She broke down laughing as she pulled the fabric tight. Any suitable 'rope' had been used up in the restraints, and so she had to improvise. The remnants of Sarah's favourite panties were now being used to strangle her.

Her eyes began to bulge out of their sockets. It felt like her head was about to explode. Blood stopped filling her mouth because none could reach her brain. Her body managed one last seizure, and then everything started to slow down. Valerie gleefully watched as the life drained from Sarah, then loosened her grip.

"Hhhahh... You're gonna be quiet now... hhah...
I'll let you breathe but, hhhah, n-n-not much."

She tied the panties in a knot; still dangerously tight, but leaving a slight gap in her windpipe. Her right nostril had been fused shut with dried mucus, and she was forced to suck air through the left. She'd inhaled so much blood that her lungs made wet rattling sounds with every heaving breath.

"I, uh, um, I have to kill you now, Sarah... sorry...
There's so much more I wanted to do with you..."

Then she leant closer, staring into Sarah's drooping eyes. Her words barely audible beneath the tinnitus.

"B-but it's okay, Sarah... D-don't worry...
We're gonna be together in the next life."

Whispering into her ears. Smiling.

"Because you'll be in hell with me."

Sarah didn't understand most of Valerie's ramblings, but this one was crystal clear. It broke through the concussion, stirring her young mind into a frenzy. She already knew she was going to die. She'd known that from the moment she was hit in the head. But she didn't want to go to hell. She wanted to be in heaven with Daddy and Grandma and Uncle Spencer. And Muffin...

"S-Satan talks to me, Sarah...
Hhahah... He speaks in my dreams...
He promised to m-make you my bride..."

Panic consumed her. Sweeping all the pain aside. She really, really didn't want to go to hell. She'd been terrified of it ever since they learnt about it in Sunday school. She wanted to go home. She wanted to play with her Tamagotchi. She wanted to hug her mommy. She begged Valerie to stop talking, but all that came out was a squirt of red snot.

"I have a g-gun, Sarah.
I'm gonna, hhah, s-shoot myself...
And we're gonna die at the s-same time."

Valerie began frantically masturbating as she spoke, elbowing Sarah as she awkwardly shoved fingers into herself. It brought her so much pleasure that she nearly fell over, leaning back against the door as she rubbed her clit.

"Fffuck... I can't believe I'm actually doing it...
I've been, hahh, jerking off to this for years..."

She collapsed to the floor and fucked herself for a few moments, eyes rolling back, before jumping up again. Grabbing the box-cutter once more.

"Shit, uh, fuck, I almost forgot.
First I have to, uhm, c-cut off your boobs... Sorry...
I d-don't want you to grow any w-when we're, um, t-t-together..."

Sarah had no more fight left in her. Couldn't even scream anymore. All she could do was pray. She hung completely motionless as Valerie groped her chest, trying to scoop up what little breast tissue she could find. Barely more than buds. She tried to slice them off in one-clean motion, but the knife got caught after a few millimetres. Valerie attempted to yank it out, but it was stuck. She wriggled it from side to side, but it wouldn't budge. And so she tried to cut deeper. Pushing as hard as she could. Leaning all her weight on it.

The blade shattered, sending bits of shrapnel flying across the closet. Sarah didn't react as a shard of metal launched into her cheek, just below her eye. She couldn't even blink anymore. Valerie managed to cover her face with one arm, with the other still down her pants. Fingering herself even now. Her hands were covered in lacerations, but what distressed her most was the broken box-cutter.

"No! Ffuck! N-no! I have to cut them off! Fuck!"

The biggest chunk was still lodged in Sarah's chest. Oozing with blood and foamy-white spew. Valerie tried to pull it out, but the jagged edge kept cutting her fingers. She tried another few times, digging her nails into flesh as she tugged, but it was completely stuck. She turned and began frantically searching the shelves, rummaging through plastic tubs.

"Shit shit shit..! I'm running out of time..!"

She threw everything onto the floor, stationary piling up at her feet, until she found what she was looking for: a box of scissors. Blunt and colourful. The type designed for kids even younger than Sarah. Valerie grabbed a pair and attempted to finish the job, but it wouldn't work. She tried the other breast, clenching the handles between her fist, but they were so dull that they wouldn't even begin to cut. Valerie pulled at the flesh with her fingers, but it wasn't enough.

In a blind rage she reared back, gripping the scissors like a prison-shank, and lunged forward.

Sarah screamed for the very last time as the blade tore between her ribs. Not sharp enough to cut, but thrust with such force that it ripped through her skin. Puncturing her right lung, forcing one last violent burst from her throat. Vomit shooting out her nose. Head knocked backwards into the shelf, fracturing her skull and bringing on another seizure. Spasming so hard that the shelves were pulled from the wall. Collapsing in on themselves.

Valerie was stunned into silence. She picked herself up, gazing around at the carnage. Sarah's dying body was now pinned underneath twisted metal. Covered in blood and loose staples. She watched as Sarah's chest heaved. Bright green safety-scissors wobbling with each fading breath. It was only when she heard the commotion outside that she woke up.

"Excuse me! Is everything alright in there?"

Valerie laughed, digging her backpack out of the rubble.

"Hhhahhh... It's time, Sarah..."

She unzipped a secret pocket and brought out a small handgun. Cheap and unadorned, with a matte-black finish. She struggled to pull back the slide, swearing and tugging until she heard the click. Right arm back down to her crotch. Strumming her clit as she crawled over to Sarah. Clearing away debris, pointing the gun to her temple.

"Hhhaah... Ssorry..."

And she squeezed the trigger. Nothing.

"Shit, why isn't it-"

She pulled it again. And again. Again again again. The voices were now right outside the door.

"Hey! Is someone in there!?"

Valerie squealed and pulled again. Flicking every switch and lever that she could find. Trying to get the safety off, but every time she pulled the trigger nothing would happen. Tears spilling down to her cheeks.

"Nonono it's not supposed to happen like this!!"

Knocking at the door.

"Valerie..? Valerie Atwood..? Is that you in there?"

She gave up on finding the safety, instead smacking the gun against the wall. Hitting it over and over again, hard as she could, until the plaster chipped away, until it finally

Sarah heard a distant thud. She couldn't feel or see anything, drifting through icy blackness, but the sound was enough to rouse her. She'd been so close. All she wanted to do was sleep forever. But there was a persistent voice in the back of her head. Cutting through the tinnitus. Speaking directly into her brain. The last words she would ever hear.

"It's time, Sarah! Hhah!
It's time to die! Hhahhahahah!"

Valerie's pants were round her ankles now, shoving as many fingers into herself as would fit. She prodded Sarah's face with the barrel, hoping to get any reaction at all. There was none.

"W-w-we're gonna be together f-forever!"

There were now dozens of voices in the hall.

"Please, Valerie. Put down the gun."

"...yeah we have an incident in room 2-C..."

"...but is there anyone else in there?"

But Valerie wasn't listening. She was straddling Sarah as best she could, humping gore-soaked thighs as she whispered in her ear.

More knocking. Multiple teachers trying to get her attention. Rubbing herself against Sarah's wounds, trying to get as much blood inside herself as possible.

Roaring shouts outside. Constant knocking. Three quick rings of the schoolbell– the signal for an active shooter– but Valerie didn't hear any of it. Satan's voice was too loud.

Convulsing. Legs wrapped. Laughing through tears.

"And I'm gonna rape them too!"

Sarah's head burst like a tomato, killing her instantly. Bone and viscera painting the walls. Raining down in Valerie's hair. Onto her face. Into her eyes. Her mouth. Staining her teeth. She collapsing happily against the door, deafened by the bang. All she could see was red. It was beautiful. She breathed heavy for a few moments, wrenching exhausted fingers from her cunt. Licking them clean. Smiling in the afterglow, until she was rudely interrupted. Jolted forward. Someone was trying to break down the door.

"VALERIE! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

"Shit... Hhahh... hhahah..."

With shaking hands she put the gun to her temple, before changing her mind and swallowing it. Pointing it up at the roof of her mouth. She could taste Sarah's brain on the barrel.

"Mmmhahhahhhh... Mmhahahahhhh..."

The door burst open.

"I LOVE YOU SARAH BUSHNE-"