CHAPTERS
Lying sideways and looking at the ceiling, Yan placed both hands on his chest. He closed his eyes with a clear face, like a child waiting for a gift. Thomer hastily drained the remaining glass. Here, one had to be completely wasted on either drugs or alcohol. 🩰 Dennis ran through the undergrowth like a crazed pony. His whole body felt grimy. Now, how his body had been ravaged by them, how much he had been violated, whether they had ultimately pulled down his pants and looked… those things…- 102.4 K • Completed
- “Should I put mine in too?” “Not yet, just, ah… He’s using his teeth.” Thomer pinched Dennis’s nose shut. With his breathing restricted, he began to gasp. His throat expanded without him having a chance to use his teeth. Thomer didn’t take advantage of that opening, but continued to thrust his hips. Dennis’s vision turned hazy. In the corner of the infirmary, Eric’s illusion was giggling as if it was having a great time. Dennis’s head was shaken helplessly. He felt no…
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- If one could sell their body in the worst situation, it was a cheap way to save one's life. If he could console himself that way, the shame wouldn't last long. However, this was a matter of life and death. Dennis’s eyes widened as he looked at the ‘drawer unit’ Thomer had mentioned. It was half open, and though the inside wasn't clearly visible, it was tightly packed with large glass bottles. Therefore, becoming a part of that place was utterly out of the question. Yan, who seemed to think…
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- “Is it because of the students’ rumors?” “...” “The literature teacher, Dennis Kahler, sold his ass to be a teacher at Bolle… something like that.” He noticed that Yan was intentionally trying to agitate Dennis. He could defend against this much. Dennis tidied his clothes and shook his head as if to say, "That's enough." Thomer, who had been gazing at Dennis, came to Dennis’s aid. “I’ve never heard of it.” “That’s because you… are holed up in the faculty…
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- For a while, even when he tried to sleep, it was far from a sound sleep. Dennis couldn't help but suspect that his head was inviting insomnia in a desperate attempt to refuse to accumulate unrealistic situations. He was slumped on the sheets, trying hard to put his consciousness to sleep. Someone knocked on the door. Dennis, who had instinctively gotten up, approached the door. Here, no one could rush him, but it was just an old habit. Quachi extremely disliked Dennis delaying even a little. For he…
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- It was extremely unsettling. He recalled Vittorio's practice room, wide open when he had buried Laurent's head. It was as if he would scatter nooses like traps throughout the school, and Dennis would diligently pick them up and string them around his own neck. He would quietly look down upon the scene of the body disposal from the highest place, always, always, putting Dennis in a very difficult position... Dennis rose from his seat. 🩰 Yan clicked his tongue as he looked at Vittorio's turned…
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- That was Vittorio's long assessment of Dennis. Contrary to his words about his expectations being pointless, he was in heat for Dennis. However, it wasn't because Dennis was special. Vittorio Bonaparte was simply a madman who enjoyed crushing those who were cornered, either slaughtering or devouring them. Vittorio, who was about to grab Dennis's body, suddenly looked down at his own right hand. His fingers, stiffened with the pen nib embedded in them, were twitching uncontrollably. He spat out a…
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- Vittorio slowly raked his eyes up and down Dennis. It was an intimidating and gruesome gaze. Vittorio asked lightly. "What if I've never once thought of you as a man?" "Then..." "The toilet is talking." Vittorio bared his teeth and smiled. He grabbed a fistful of Dennis's hair in one swift motion. The nape of his neck throbbed. Vittorio led Dennis to the desk. During the short distance, he was hastily pulling down his pants. Dennis, too, desperately looked around, searching for a way…
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- A shabby, boyish man stood hesitantly by the door. He had the face, goddammit, of Laurent Remit. Dennis called on the student in the very front row. "Read chapter one." With a reluctant face, he haltingly began to read the first chapter. In the meantime, Dennis stepped out of the classroom. As if curious about the classroom's interior, Laurent Remit moved his head this way and that. Dennis deliberately put on a blank expression to hide his confusion. Covering his mouth, Dennis looked up at…
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- Since Vittorio was the sole culprit, he was brazen. However, he had a bit of a fever from being in the rain. He tried to shake it off, but in the end, Dennis was the first to leave the classroom as soon as the class ended, and he was forced to visit the scene of the incident. Laurent's picture was posted over Eric and Violette's faces. Unluckily, Dennis was involved in every single death. And yet, he hadn't been able to lay a single finger on Vittorio, the one he most wished would die. Dennis stared…
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