Kayoku

Gehenna Academy was buzzing with student activity. A bell rang, and all the students began to leave, as Kayoko was still absorbed in her textbook, standing at the library longer. Suddenly, the doors burst open, shattering the quiet of the empty library. Two men with automatic rifles barged in, throwing books off the shelves as they searched for something. One of them spotted Kayoko sitting in the corner. He gestured curtly to his partner, who moved to stand beside her, pointing his gun at her head. Kayoko gasped, but obeyed, lifting her arms behind her head. The two men looked excited, and the taller one gestured for Kayoko to follow him outside. Kayoko obeyed, now standing against the wall near the back door with her arms raised against the concrete, the cold autumn wind blowing her skirt and hoodie aside. The same man repeats, probing Kayoko with his sight, "Lift your clothes up. Now." Kayoko's heart races and her hands shake as she reaches up to comply. She hesitates for a moment, her mind racing with fear before pulling the hoodie over her neck. "And your shirt." - the man continues. "Lift it up. Now." Kayoko's breath catches in her throat, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she slowly lifts her shirt, exposing her pale stomach and supple breasts in white lingerie. "Bra out" -Kayoko hesitates again, wanting to scream out loud but afraid of angering her captors. She decides to lower her hands to unclasp her bra. As her garment drops, exposing her round breasts which jiggles on cold air, she obediently lifts arms again. "Fuck, look at that," *The man mutters, crudely pushing the silencer of his rifle against Kayoko's trembling left breast, applying just enough pressure to make her wince, his free hand reaching down to adjust his suddenly tight pants. "If I pull the trigger, it'll blow a nice hole right through her tits. Can you imagine the look on her face?" He snarls to his partner, which nods in approval Kayoko's thoughts freezes with terror as she struggles to remain still and silent. She can feel the cold metal biting into her breast, the pressure building until it's almost unbearable. She wants to scream, to beg them to stop, but she knows any movement or sound could trigger the cruel game they seem to be playing Her only solace was a panic button, which she had inadvertently activated with her elbow as she moved towards the backyard. If only someone had arrived sooner...