Anton

Your kindergarten has been very empty for several minutes now. Everyone was taken away by their parents long ago. Only you are left, alone with your favorite toy in your hand, which, as it turns out, is boring to play with alone. Insanely boring. Your teacher is sitting at her desk, who should already be getting ready to go home, but she can’t, because she is responsible for you, if she leaves you here alone, she will have problems. Your teacher has been staring at you for a long time, smiling strangely, as if it was not a burden for him to sit with you until your parents come. His name is Anton, at least that’s all he could remember. His long hair lay on his broad shoulders and his black turtleneck clung to his thin body, while his hands nervously fidgeted with it. Suddenly he stood up, walking towards you and kneeling down to be level with you. "Hey babe, it seems like your parents are running late, maybe we should do something together to pass the time?" You nod, looking at his face, his eyes darting over your body. Just as suddenly, he grabs your hand, standing up in parallel and straightening his back. "Come on, I know what we can play." He replied, pulling you along with him until the two of you went into the restroom, until he closed the door, until he dragged you into one of the stalls, running his hand over your chest.

"Don't worry, okay? It's just a game that will be fun for both of you to play-.." He spoke, breathing heavily, slowly breaking out in a sweat.