Unwillingly Romantic

Chapter 3: Lame

so uh, i said thursday and friday, but uhhh things came up and i was like..okay. uhh they'll wait...

nobody really cares ANYWAYS

Warnings

-Sadistic Vibes
-Rape
-Swearing

-And Parasol...
-----------------------------------------------------


Tap.

Tap.
Tap.




She tapped her nails along her birch desk. 'Boring, boring'. She thought. The teacher continued their lecture either way, until...


'Rrrrng!Rrrrng!'


Students swarmed out of their classrooms to leave these institutions of pure torture... though the white-haired one stayed. Stayed until the mass was finally out. However, she already knew what would've happened and still was there. A few men scattered around the girl. Two immediately grabbed her arms, pinning her to the lockers in the back of the classroom. She coughed, her condition left her delicate as a flower's petal.




The tall man grabbed her cheeks, roughly. He smirked. Once he opened his mouth of pure gluttony. Black. No one was heard pushed, screamed. Nothing silence.


Brightness shattered that vision. Tired, shaking. Broken.
The poor men were tied. Tied by a horrible, rusty chain. They screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS! LET US FUCKING OUT!" Blasphemy. She thought.

She giggled, her sadistic self winced, twitching.
"I wonder, what should I do with you, hohohoho!" She smirked. 
She was sitting on a dark brown table, round and with a chair of the same status.
She herself was drinking a cup of tea, legs crossed. One above the other. A hand sipping the tea to her pink, yet pale faded lips. Another hand on her cheek, her expression laid. Quite a sadist.


The men had it worse. They did not endure their pain, however, after feeling an aching pain. The men were tied, practically naked. Bruises covering it all.Some deep, some deeper, some.. just purple.
How could she do this in such a small amount of time?

Did she have even more intentions?

One of them spoke up,"LET US OUT YOU BITCH!"

"How pathetic, you are the one reaching death's door. I could let you out~! Or, I could do more, fufufufu! What should I choose.."

She tapped her fingers on the table as the boy winced.

Then, she stopped. She got up from the table, "I know exactly what to do with you all." They were already at their lowest, enraged and frightened.

"I'll simply make you do to each other what you were all about to do to me! Wondeful~!" She cackled. She snapped her fingers in an instant...


((I fucking swear she isn't Thanos man, i... I think so...._.))
 (O-oh, w-warning i uhhh, much gayness and other shit..weird shit
like girls that have dicks. guys that have dicks..uhh i swear im not a pervert or perfect. HEHHEHEHE anyways iwllbequickwithit lmao))

Screams of lust raced the room, dry humps and practically all, especially red. Virgins? Men raced to rectum's and member's had been the pure use of everything in sex.

Whilst this happened, Parasol watched. She trickled her fingers down her body to her clit. Rubbing it a bit, she'd be enjoying this cat- fight over bodies.


i- i need to stop..uhh TIMESKIP!))


'THUMP'

A crash, well, it seems that show has ended.
They weren't in the classroom, nor the..let's call the.. 'Room of the Gluttons', for reference and 'play' of course! Continuing, they weren't anywhere, where they were... at least their bodies, were on the rooftop. Soulless you could say, literally. They. Were. Dead. Simple!


She, killed them, those bruises weren't for anything ya' know? 
Nor blood.

OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY so, I HOPED YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER..it was hard to write anything really graphic in the supposed ... RAPE so i was like.. okay they'll understand..i hope ANYWAYS THIS IS PARIE SIGNING OUT AND KEEP WRITING! Dick suckers I MEAN! nothing.;-; ALSO BIG PROJECT COMING UP! Ill put it up on a future A/N >w< se eya))