Strawberries

Haein gave me a detailed layout of the school premises. The girl's locker room was in a separate building that also housed the storage room for gym equipment, and behind the building was a recycling waste disposal, which provided plenty of cover for me to hide in.

This pervert pedo's usual pattern was to get a girl to stay behind after the practice to help out with tidying up, and after sending them all off he'd have his way with the poor lamb. Since we were well into the second semester of the school year, he probably already had one picked out that he'd been abusing regularly. 

It made me sick. 

It made me feel sick to the stomach. 

Unfortunately for my own victims, I took four more lives as sacrifices for this moment. I could make a visible dent on my concrete wall now. If I punched the fucker with this fist I could probably break his jaw with one hit. 

But where is the fun in that?