I've started writing a couple vignettes of a story about a guy who works as middle school teacher at a 'Snuff School's (it's just a middle school but you murder girls)

Anyway, here's the first part.

At the station, I absentmindedly adjusted my timepiece, tapping impatiently against the worn leather straps. Glancing up, I readied myself for another tedious day at P.S. 103, my district's all-girls snuff school. Dismally greeting the morning with a dispassionate mantra—work, kill girls, repeat.

To fill the time before departure, I scanned my surroundings until a fortuitous sighting: two young students in P.S. 103 attire. Hope kindled in my chest—perhaps fate had delivered a suitable companion for the wait.

I walked over to the two girls. He didn't recognize them. "Excuse me," I said, "are you two students?"

The two girls turned around. Slim, Asian, maybe 12 or 13. "Yes sir," one of them said. "I'm Kiki, this is my sister, Miki."

Brushing invisible dust from my sleeve, I leaned in casually, delivering a grim ultimatum. "Alright, here's the deal: I only require one of you for my fucktoy. The other I'll snuff out."

Kiki's eyes gleamed, reflecting eagerness and excitement. "Ooh, I'm game!" she announced cheerily. "Take your pick—me or my sis, we're both ready for action!"

As I scrutinized Kiki and Miki, discernible differences proved elusive; their near-identical appearances only heightened the challenge confronting me. Both radiated irresistible charm, boasting succulent bodies worthy of admiration—beautiful, diminutive beings, sculpted with tantalizing precision for unspeakable gratification. Their wide, eager gazes locked onto their impending executioner, radiating compliance and unspoken promises of complete submission.

Feeling the weight of indecision bearing down on me I sighed, rubbing thoughtfully at my jawline. "Girls, I apologize," I admitted gravely, "But I honestly can't pick."

At once, expressions shifted amongst the duo—tears welled up in their eyes and bottom lips trembled in dismay. Now they weren't going to get fucked OR snuffed.

"Ooh!" Miki exclaimed suddenly, hopping from foot to foot in excitement, before collecting herself. Clearing her throat, she ventured hesitantly, "Erm… sir, uh… may we… lie down on the track? So you can… inspect us better?" she stammered awkwardly.

Her sister Kiki cast a sidelong glance at Miki, nodding her approval. "Yeah, great idea!" she said in agreement. Then they both turned their eyes back to me, staring up at me through their lashes and smiling softly. The same submissive gaze that had so effectively hypnotized me earlier, letting me know their fates lay entirely in my hands.

I smiled. "What a great idea, girls!" I said, "Go ahead, lie down." They giggled and skipped over to the tracks, laying their tiny bodies across the bare metal.

"Oh it's so cold!" Miki said, and started shivered slightly.

"Shut up, you're always cold," Kiki replied while rolling her eyes. Simultaneously raising their skirts, a celestial vision materialized, mesmerizing me beyond belief. Silken folds concealed the secrets yet to unfold, a precursor to divine delights. My fingers trailed softly along their moistened crevices, invoking a harmonic symphony of laughter from the girls, ringing through the otherwise tension-laden air. Their supple warmth enveloped me entirely, fueling fantasies of nights filled with sinister pleasures.

My pocket buzzed, jolting me from my erotic contemplation. Reluctantly, I extracted my phone and answered the call. It was my brother, and he started telling me literally a story about spreadsheets. Spreadsheets! His voice droned endlessly, spewing words left and right as I struggled to interject a parting farewell. My attempts proved futile, leaving me trapped in a mire of unwanted pleasantries.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yep. Right. Wow, that's crazy..." I droned into the phone. This was clearly not a phone call that needed to be made.

I looked over at the girls, who still had their skirts lifted, waiting for me to make a choice. I rolled my eyes, saying "Can you believe the timing? Just my luck." Miki ( or Kiki, whichever one it was, I have no idea) shrugged back at me, as if to say "I feel you, man."

The distant growl of an inbound train reverberated beneath the station floor, casting eerie shadows onto the prone forms of Kiki and Miki. Yet, despite the impending danger, they held their positions, legs splayed wide open in flagrant submission.

Bright headlights pierced the darkness, heralding the arrival of the swiftly approaching colossus. Both girls kicked up a frenzy, squealing with joyous abandon as they reveled in their own grisly demise. A perverse satisfaction radiated from their core, knowing that each twitch of their toes marked another tick on their countdown to obliteration.

The train's headlights lit up the tracks ahead. Darkness retreated, only to reveal the giant's crimson-splattered front. Countless girls had fed this monster, and it wanted more. Seeing the proof, Kiki and Miki trembled with excitement, imagining their bodies broken beneath its wheels.

Thinking of their guts spread across the tracks, they got soaking wet. Waves of pleasure crashed over them as they anticipated the release that awaited them. They came hard, just looking at the bloody train barreling towards them. Ready for their final moments, they welcomed the impact.

With a thunderous roar, the train hit, crushing brittle bones and tender flesh underneath its relentless steel, Kiki and Miki ceased to exist as separate entities. Their delicate forms vaporized under the relentless pressure of the enormous, unforgiving metal titan. Blood splattered against the surrounding walls, tinting the area in an unsettling carmine hue, as the girls' entrails stretched thin and snapped, scattering in a horrific display of visceral destruction. Within moments, there was little trace remaining of the sisters save for a few limbs strewn about haphazardly amongst obscene quantities of blood and tissue.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yep. Alright well the train's here, I gotta go. Talk to you later," I said as I hung up the phone. As I tucked the phone away, an epiphany dawned on me: why settle for one when two perfect pussies awaited me? Too late now, I lamented.

Mookoo and Poopoo never crossed my mind again, except when I had to step over one of their limbs boarding the train.