(just a question, do ya even like this?)
In Miss Sasha's dimly lit classroom, the atmosphere was tense and heavy with dread. Edward and Engel were bound to their chairs, their wrists raw from the ropes that held them captive. Miss Sasha busied herself at the front of the room, methodically arranging an array of tools—saws, screwdrivers, hammers—her back turned to the boys.
"You won't get away with this!" Edward shouted, his voice echoing against the cold walls. "You have no idea what your consequences will be!"
With a dismissive huff, Miss Sasha retorted, "Shut up! I'm busy!" Engel remained silent, his gaze drifting between Edward and the ominous assortment of instruments.
Finally, Miss Sasha approached them, her eyes gleaming with a sinister delight. Seizing a moment of desperation, Edward slipped his hands from the ropes and lunged forward, landing a punch squarely on her jaw. Stumbling back, she regained her footing, eyes blazing with fury.
"Big mistake," she growled as Edward bolted for the door, only to be yanked back by his hair, crashing to the floor.
As he looked up, pain surged through him; Miss Sasha's foot slammed onto his face, each stomp eliciting agonized cries. When she finally relented, Edward lay there, barely conscious, while she hoisted him up. "I was going to let you live, but now you've ruined it."
In the corner, Engel watched, uncertain, knowing he had to bide his time if he wished to survive.
Miss Sasha's voice dripped with malice. "Well, it's time for my fun." She dragged Edward to the table, the clatter of tools sending a chill down Engel's spine. He closed his eyes as Edward’s screams filled the room, echoes of terror that clawed at Engel's sanity.
The whirring of an electric screwdriver pierced the air, and Edward’s cries intensified. "SHUT UP! IT'S ONLY AN EYE!" Miss Sasha barked, her laughter mingling with the sounds of Edward's suffering. Engel's heart raced as he realized the horror unfolding before him.
At last, driven by an instinct to act, Engel grabbed a shock stick from the floor, knocking over nearby objects to divert Miss Sasha's attention. "What the hell is going on over there?!" she shouted, scanning the room.
"Engel... I'm not playing games, come out now!" she warned, but Engel had found his resolve. Emerging from beneath a desk, he lunged forward, jabbing the shock stick into her mouth. The electric jolt coursed through her, and she choked, desperation flashing in her eyes.
"You stupid bastard!" she wheezed, but Engel was unyielding, his dark eyes fixed on her with grim determination.
Miss Sasha, now enraged, pointed her gun at him, but Engel acted swiftly, brandishing a nail gun he'd spotted earlier. He fired rapidly, nails piercing her flesh, forcing her to the ground. Coughing up blood, she began to laugh maniacally, a grotesque sound that filled Engel with both fear and anger.
Without hesitation, Engel seized her gun and shot her in the head, silencing her forever.
A heavy silence enveloped the room as Engel approached the table, his heart sinking. It was too late. Edward lay lifeless, a macabre tableau of horror; his eyes had been drilled out, staples grotesquely holding his skin in a twisted smile, and his abdomen lay open.
Engel’s stomach churned. He picked up Edward’s science glasses, a reminder of his loss. As he turned to leave, he knocked over a bucket, revealing a pile of teeth—Edward's teeth—scattered across the floor. Miss Sasha had truly crossed a line into darkness.
Staring at the gruesome scene in shock, Engel felt a wave of nausea wash over him. With one last look at Edward's lifeless body, he stepped out of the classroom, the weight of despair heavy on his shoulders, knowing that this nightmare would haunt him forever.
