Expiation (noncon, rape, murder, school)

Out of all people I hate, ideal girls take the cake. You know, the manipulative type, who seems to be good at all, looks fit, talks with everyone, almost always a class president. I hate them, because I admire them. You can't be so ideal, everyone has some flaws, but no. These girls have everything in their bag. Half the time they also turn out to be manipulative bitches, who trade information for information and gossip behind your back. It's unfair

One day, I stayed late at school to do my homework. My friends already left, thinking I'm also heading home, but halfway through I went back to get something, and stayed for some time. Which is when I heard her. Adeline just left her dancing lessons, still wearing her sport uniform. Noticing me, she carved a smile on her face, waved at me, and continued on her way to the girls bathroom. She thinks I didn't notice that her posture, her walking rhythm and her sentiment changed, but I did. I know she fakes it. And I'm gonna expose it

I followed her into the bathroom. I didn't intend to hide my desires, she felt exactly what I wanted to do. Let's see if she can tear down her mask before it's too late. Door audibly opened and closed, I glanced at the window and saw that it's thankfully closed shut

"Annon..? What are you..? I'm a little…AUEGG!!"

I kicked that bitch on the floor with one swift leg motion. She tried to reach for her phone, which I instantly threw on the other side and into the toilet

"You… I knew…"

Bitch you knew nothing. You thought you had it all figured in your life, you thought you are above everyone else. So now I get to have some fun with an ideal girl

I kicked her again and again. My boots and cold bathroom floor sanwitching her head. Again and again. Kill you. Im gonna kill you. This is your murder

But hey, let's not damage her for a while. I have something much funnier to do

"Clothes off"

She, steadying her breath, screaming and sobbing glanced at me with a look of misunderstanding

"You heard me. Take your clothes off"

Girl stood up and silently started to undress. Her other side of the head had blood on it. She was dragging it on. So I reminded her to speed up in the best way there is.

"AAHHHH!!" She screamed as ny kick across her torso helped her to speed up the process. I wanted to throw her across the room for screaming so loud, but she started to take clothes off so eagerly, I didn't want to slow her now

After she undressed I got a good look at her, telling her to turn around and things. It was impressively sad how boring her body looked. Maybe some blood would help

I found a pencil in her backpack, which I instantly stabbed in her throat. Bitch thought I want to rape her, she wanted to sell her body to me, probably already envisioned how she could turn this story in her favor, win attention from media and praise from people around. But no, I won't give her this chance. Taken aback she started to scream when she realised I put a hole in her breathing tube. For a second she even contemplated jumping out of the window to call for help. But I wont allow it

Two fingers in and I pressed against her eyes, damaging her vision. Next I once again grabbed her by pigtails and bashed her head against the floor. Bashed it in until I felt she had no more fight left. To silence her up I stabbed her in throat again and again multiple times just so she finally shuts up. But the pencil barely did the job

What am I thinking? Why don't I just strangle her? Haha I'm such a dummy sometimes. Still riding on her back, I took her by her throat in the back and pressed against the cold ground. Of course that won't help me kill her, I need to push the other side, but it just feeels so riiight at the moment. She still is struggling to get some air, and the cold floor perfectly compliments her previously bright, cheery face, now struggling to do anything

Actually why don't I play a bit more now? I look back at her naked ass and pussy and think to myself how far am I willing to go. Of course as far as I want to, what a silly question. While she tries not to scream in pain, I insert my dick in her barely wet pussy and her pencil in the ass. The pain instanly gets to her as she, barely catching air screams. To remind her who's the boss, I again take her head and strike against the floor with various force until she takes it silently again. She tries to mumble something, but I don't really care what it is, as long as I feel good inside her it's pointless. To make it more fun I also move the pencil in and out, until it totally slips out with some blood, so I plunge it in her back again

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" she screams, I cum, I stand up and give her one last forceful kick for all the noise, then grab her by the arm to one of the toilets. Initially I just wanted to make her lick it, but I think we're past that point. I pull down her head, making her fight for the air underwater. My two arms are stronger. Boy do I want right now to have a third hand, to stab her in the back and slap her ass and kick her, while she chokes in toilet water. Sadly I have to press her all the way to assure she doesn't get out of this alive. When I felt her struggling getting weaker I released her, for a chance to damage her a little more, but she started to run away, so I had to take her forcefully again. This time I decided to do it properly and after some more beating I plunged her eyes out with the pencil, and messed up her brains from the sockets. The screams were astounishing, she started to convulse like crazy, it's something I wish I had recorded, because this atmosphere, this sound, it was like a melody to my ears. When I remember this, her cries, her screams, it feels like I get a small piece of what people call nirvana. It feels like that's what life's all about. It feels like, at that moment, everything went absolutely right.

Finally after more strangling, the pres died. After cleaning myself I found a stationery knife in her bag, which made me sad. I'd have so much more fun with it just a minute ago. I cut her asshole and pussy from inside to hide my dna within her blood, skinned some parts of her body, then washed her with toilet water. I regret that I raped her, mainly because she didn't deserve me but also because she didn't deserve the pleasure of sex before her death. On the other hand I learned she's not a virgin, so that's fine. I cut her a little more in different places and pressed her body in various ways, so more blood get squirted out. Tossing her around, rearranging the room. Let's make this case a hell for the coroners. Finally I covered her body with the school uniform that she was wearing just 25 minutes ago, so nobody sees her ugly naked torso. Although I have to admit it looks much better now that I worked on it. Anyway, it's time for me to leave. I know the blind spots for cameras in our school and if anything happens my friends will corroborate that I went home after the classes. This should be fine. Goodbye bitch, see you in tomorrow news.

Some time later, the police listed one of the girls, who trained in acrobatics with her as a primary suspect. I don't really care what happened to her, but I heard she changed schools and it all turned fine. I'm just glad that at least one of these ideal girls is finally over. Remembering this story brings pure joy to me, I barely went through her funeral without laughing. Well I laughed, I just had to mask it as a cry and some people even tried to calm me down. If only I could tell them just how good it feels. It's a joy so pure, I can't contain my smile anymore, I can't stop my excitement every time I remember it

I should do it again