“So, that’s concluded our lesson.” The teacher proudly announced. On her hand, she held a tiny and happy baby that she had just surgerically removed from Helen’s womb. This method of birth was usually performed only for entertainment as it would result in the mother’s death, and it was mostly done in movies. In reality, it’s very rare for people to get interested in a cesarean operation since most boys won’t care or bother to perform it. It also required the baby to be at least three hours in the womb. But the school recognized that it was still a valuable lesson for students to learn. These premature babies must be put in an incubator for hours equal to their missed hours inside the womb. Nine hours is the minimum requirement for a baby to fully develop, and if pulled out prematurely, the incubator should cover the remaining hours of development.

Helen had been holding her labor since her water broke at the bus en route to the school. However, she did not give birth at the bus; she chose to wait for the class, deciding it would be fitting to attend the Birth class while in labor. Luckily for her, she doesn’t have to go through labor manually; she was chosen as one of the three dummies for the demonstration of a cesarean section.

The dying Helen lay weakly on the teacher’s table with a huge open cut from belly to crotch. The teacher never bothered to close the cut or return the organs she previously removed to get clear access to the uterus. Below them, the other two dummies were dumped on the left side of the table, and their mixed up intestines, bladders, and kidneys were cast to the opposite side. Helen, who happened to hold enough strength, smiled at the teacher’s announcement. But for some reason, she was the only one who reacted to the news.

The teacher never introduced her name to the class since she grew up without one; she didn’t even bother to get one; she was one of the babies born inside the school campus and remained in the hatching room until she was 16.

Following her announcement, the teacher noticed that the students’ reactions, with the exception of Helen on her table, weren’t going as she had anticipated. Most of the able students merely stood up and mingled with their friends, the dying students stayed in their places quietly, and the boys simply resumed their “activity,” uninterested about her announcement or presence in general. She had a suspicion on the reason why. The students strangely forgot that this was the final lesson of their school life, and tomorrow is their graduation day. But before anyone could leave the room, she continued her announcement with a brief reminder.

“As you all know, tomorrow you will all be graduating and…” As soon as she mentioned “graduating,” the students started cheering enthusiastically, confirming her suspicion, and she couldn’t help but laugh about it. She chose to give the students a chance to celebrate before she resumed her speech.

Sam, Tiffany, Violet, Rena, and Lee grouped themselves in a circle for a discussion right after placing their own newborns on the large container the teacher provided. Tiffany and Rena had twins; Violet gave birth to triplets, while Sam and Lee had one baby girl each. This was a continuation from last night’s meeting at Sam’s room, after her father interrupted them with his cock and injected each of them with his seed. They haven’t finished and concluded their argument since Sam’s father spent several hours enjoying himself with them, and by the time he’s finished, the pain of their pregnancy already began. They agreed to hold the baby in even after their due date and to give birth at school instead, to avoid giving Sam too many sisters.

But their current discussion wasn’t about the babies or Sam’s father; rather, it was about what profession they should pursue. Sam, as their assigned leader, proposed that Rena should be the one to make the final decision to resolve the arguments. The glass-wearer nerd of the group and also the smartest in the class, was thoroughly trusted by Sam for this type of decision. She recognized Rena’s exceptional skills in critical analysis and strategic advice, as Rena never failed Sam before. Everyone agreed with this proposal, except for Rena herself, who felt pressure as her friends simultaneously stared at her while waiting for her advice. Although she did have a reading prepared for every single one of them and a well-thought-out suggestion already on her mind, she felt that this kind of stuff should be personal and ultimately a matter of individual choice. She nervously refused, but with Sam’s motivation, she later agreed. Sam consulted Rena about having an unfit profession isn’t going to be a problem; she explained that they’ll only be going to last a day or two in their workplace anyway.

Meanwhile, Tony and Don were engaged in a meeting of their own, with Elise, Don’s twin sister, between them. She had just finished giving birth to her and Don’s daughter, and as agreed, it’s now Tony’s turn to plant a baby inside her. He hasn’t given Elise time to recover from her labor; as soon as the baby and the placenta were pulled out, he shoved his cock inside her almost immediately. Elise remained bending in all four as Tony began his vicious trust in her while sharing her interest in architecture and plans to become an architect. Tony thought about seeing Dina, her sister, and a red car the other day, so he decided to get himself a new car. Don, however, couldn’t decide what to do on his first day as an adult, but while watching his sister getting fucked behind and her newborn baby cooing below her, he remembered seeing this similar scenario with his father with a slave, so he decided to wander through the mall and gather his new slaves for the next five days.

Timmy, the other nerd in the class, was busy replicating the teacher’s demonstration on his own, but with a little improvisation, instead of removing the organs blocking the access of the uterus, he removed all the organs he found inside the belly and examined them each. He hasn’t reacted to the announcement, not because he forgot about the graduation but because he simply doesn’t care about it.

Angeline, the classmate Timmy had chosen as his test subject, saw her friends giggling and laughing with Sonny, and she felt a strong urge to join in the laughter. But with her belly open and most of her organs removed, Angeline could only move her cheek slightly, and as her eyes grew heavier, she started to lose her balance and struggled to maintain her standing position.

Among the boys in the class, Sonny was the only one who felt excited about the graduation. Being the class clown as he is, he joined two girls in their cheering and mimicked their squealing and giggling, which caused the girls to laugh hysterically. But as everyone in the class knew, he was also a prankster who loved pulling pranks, and that fueled his excitement. Unlike the girls who were excited for the graduation, his excitement, however, has a different reason. He’s been planning to disrupt the graduation ceremony with a prank, and the teacher’s announcement reminded him to set his plan in motion.

After the cheering had died down between the two girls, Sonny lifted a chair up and tossed it randomly across the room to encourage the girls to cheer once more. This somehow works, and as they watched the chair fly across the room, the two girls continued squealing and clapping. But Sonny knew the danger of his stunt, so to avoid accidents, he ensured that he threw the chair away from the other boys.

The chair landed on Rena; with its metallic legs and sturdy wooden frame, along with the wooden armdesk, it knocked down the big-chested nerd girl instantly. One of the legs punched her to the face, and another stabbed her chest, together with the whole weight of the chair, sending her head to smash onto the floor.

“Cook? But I haven’t even touched a pan in my life.” Tiffany complained, unsure of Rena’s reading of her. Rena was about to explain her suggestion when the chair landed. “Oh, wait, I did. I think I did once. When Ethan beat me up with one. But that’s not exactly what I meant.”

“They have this chip.” Lee filled in. “After injecting it into your brain, you will instantly gain all the knowledge of all cooks and chefs since the dawn of time.”

“That’s a little exaggeration. Dawn of time? What’s that even mean?” Tiffany questioned, and the group continued their discussion despite Rena’s absence.

As for Rena, the sudden encounter with the chair caught her off guard, giving her not enough time to react. Her head smashed directly to the floor without any support, shattered her glasses upon impact, and knocked her out instantly. Small shards of glass pierced both her eyes but somehow missed her pupils. And even though the glasses didn’t cause her to go blind, with her blurry vision and glasses destroyed, she’s nonetheless considered blind.

Rena had lost consciousness for more than 30 seconds, but after recovering her senses, a smirk had drawn on her face. Her nerdiness kicked in, and an idea of identifying the damages only with her mind intrigued her, and she was so confident that she’d guess them correctly. She stayed on the floor and concentrated on the accumulating pain around her body.

“My right shoulder is broken,” she whispered to herself after feeling a stabbing pain on her right shoulder. “No, no.. It’s dislocated.” She corrected herself after identifying the exact location of the pain when she moved her arm slightly. She wanted to be exact and precise with her identifications.

“Fractured ribs, check.” After noticing the pressure on her chest. She took a deep breath to assess its severity and determined it was just cracked.

“Eyes..hmm.. Obviously.” Her already blurry vision was further aggravated by the small pieces of glass that pierced her eyeballs, causing it to itch, leaving her with no doubt about her confirmation. She felt the blood running down as it started to bleed, filtering her vision red. And mixed with the small pattern rendered on her glasses, it was impossible for her to distinguish anything in front of her.

But it wasn’t just her eyes she found bleeding; a small amount of blood was dripping from her head, and she tried identifying its source as quickly as possible. She tilted her head to the side and instantly experienced a wave of dizziness, though it wasn’t severe enough to identify the cause. She tried her best to ignore the pain in her chest and the itchiness of her eyes and focus on her upper head. “Of course, when my head landed, it shattered my glasses and bumped my head; therefore, the only possible way to explain this bleeding is that there’s a cut on the side of my head.”

“It’s time to find out.” She gradually rose and returned to her previous standing posture, despite feeling dizzy. Just as she was preparing to scan her body for confirmation, Sam interrupted her.

“So, Ren. What about me?” As soon as Rena got back on her feet, Sam assumed she was ready to rejoin them. She asked her as the rest of the group looked at their injured friend, completely ignoring her fatal condition.

“Can you excuse me for a sec? There is something I need to do first.” Rena informed Sam. She had already provided her suggestion to the other members except for Sam, and Sam was eager to hear what Rena prepared for her.

“Sure.” Sam replied. As leader of the group, Sam always encouraged and supported the uniqueness of her friends, especially Rena, whose habit was mostly viewed as weird to most people. And also Lee, who was shy and quiet most of the time but talkative when given enough space. She gave Rena her needed time and shifted the group’s conversation to something else while they waited for Rena’s response.

Rena used her remaining functional arm to scan her body for confirmation of her identifications. She gently tapped her shoulder but accidentally made the dislocated bone slide with the other bone, causing her to scream and howl. She quickly recovered and touched the bottom of her left tit and examined the ribs there. A smile drew from her face, satisfied by her right instinct. She skipped confirming her eyes and head, as it was already obvious to her.

“Firefighter.” Rena rejoined the group and gave her suggestion for Sam’s profession. She believed her athletic build and leadership abilities were ideally matched for a career as a firefighter; Sam’s skill would greatly benefit the quick response that firefighters do.

“You said something, Ren?” Lee asked after recognizing Rena addressing them. On many occasions, Rena would isolate her mind to concentrate undisturbed, and the group was used to her habit of being physically present but mentally elsewhere. “Girls, I think Rena said something.” Lee informed the group.

“I said, firefighter. Based on my analysis, Sam should be a perfect firefighter.” Rena announced proudly.

“Cool, fighting fire. Which means being roasted alive would be a death,” Sam predicted. “I wonder how slowly I’ll die though.”

“What about you, Ren?” Tiffany joked, It’s clear to everyone that Rena wouldn’t last in her current condition. “Are you planning to join any organization or something?”

“Well..” Rena adjusted her broken glasses on the bridge of her nose, pretending to fix her vision and, at the same time, to look cool while doing it. “I’ll be taking the corpse corp.”

The entire group erupted in laughter, except for Rena, who just made a mild chuckle but stopped immediately after a stinging pain on her chest when she attempted to laugh.

“May I continue, now?” The teacher gathered the students’ attention. “Tomorrow at graduation, all of you girls are expected to be there, while the boys, well, that’s up to them; their attendance is optional. And part of the tradition of this academy, make sure you’re ready to give birth right when the ceremony starts.”

The schedule for the graduation ceremony of Slit-Fuck Academy: 5:00 A.M. Opening Speech 5:10 A.M. Group Birth 5:30 A.M. Profession Selection 6:00 A.M. Dismissal/Workplace Deployment

“Excuse me, ma’am.” One of the girls who had been cheering with Sonny raised her hand and spoke. “How are we supposed to do that?”

As the teacher began to answer, Sonny pressed down on the shoulder of the girl who had posed the question, forcing her to kneel. The girl immediately recognized her new role and opened her mouth without question. Sonny positioned himself in front of his new toilet and inserted his cock inside its open mouth. The newly converted toilet’s eyes were fixed on the teacher but managed to seal Sonny’s cock with its lips effortlessly.

“You would have…” The teacher paused for a second before resuming her answer. “First of all, toilets wouldn’t have to worry about pregnancy, and second, as a reminder, toilets should only ‘focus’ at their only purpose, which is to consume the piss and poop they received. Nothing else.”

The teacher made sure to emphasize the word “focus” to provide a hint about what she meant. The new toilet instantly recognized this and turned its focus to Sonny. It adjusted its gaze from the teacher to Sonny’s crotch and pushed its head closer, allowing the piss to freely glide down its throat.

“As for the rest of you.” The teacher answered the question for the rest of the girls. “It’s important that you find a way to get pregnant tonight before nine if you want to participate in the group birth tomorrow. If your labor starts before that, you’ll need to hold it in much longer. We’ll be giving birth together at the same time. And if your labor is yet to arrive, we’ll have to perform a cesarean on you, but you won’t be able to graduate alive.”

“What about the principal’s speech, ma’am?” Sonny asked to make sure his planned prank is going to work out perfectly.

“That’s an excellent question, Sonny.” The teacher sensed something fishy about Sonny’s question because usually a boy student wouldn’t show interest in the graduation ceremony unless they were up to something, but chose to ignore it since she knew Sonny was a well-mannered boy and all his pranks were harmless. After Sonny mentioned the speech, she realized she hadn’t mentioned it, which should be important to remind the students. “I forgot to mention that group birth will take place after the principal’s speech; before that, none of you should give birth no matter the circumstances. Understood?”

“What time was it, ma’am?” Another girl standing next to the now dead Angeline asked. She had missed the first half of the announcement due to getting distracted by Timmy’s work. The fascination of Timmy’s ability to replicate the process of a cesarean procedure and the meticulous way he pulled out every organ of Angeline had her full attention pulled in. She was only drawn back when she heard Sonny pose a question.

The teacher let out a soft sigh for a brief moment after hearing the girl’s question but responded nonetheless, “It’s 5 in the morning; make sure to have a child inside your belly ready.” She decided to continue and spoil the whole schedule of the event: “It will be a quick ceremony; we’ll start with the principal’s speech, then the group birth, and lastly, the enlistment of your professions. And for boys, you’re welcome to join and watch. Most of it will be boring to you, so for your own entertainment, please use the knives and whips provided at the gym’s entrance; there is no need for you to bring tools. Your diploma will be handed to you in person if you attend. It contains all the details of your new property. If not, we’ll deliver that to your father’s address.”

“Ma’am, what if all the girls in the ceremony die? Will the graduation be canceled?” Sonny asked curiously, unintentionally giving away a hint of his planned prank.

“What about it?” The teacher asked back with a serious face, concealing a smirk within. This confirmed her suspicion of Sonny planning something. She guessed that he had set a prank at the event that could cause all the girls to die. “Of course it will be canceled. We don’t send corpses to workplaces.” She said with a laugh. “However, if you worry about your diploma, don’t be. Diplomas will be delivered to you no matter what happened; in fact, you’ll have your diploma sooner than scheduled since we don’t need to finish the ceremony.”

But Sonny was actually planning to pull a different kind of prank, and the deaths of all the graduating girls would just be the blowback if ever the prank goes wrong. He would also need the principal’s assistance for this to work, which he has already arranged; he informed the principal this morning, and she was more than happy to help. He was planning to prolong the group birth schedule by delaying the principal’s arrival for her speech. The principal had already agreed to take part in this because she finds it creative and hilarious. Sonny will secure her to her office table with nails and bolts, making her escape nearly impossible, and she will only begin to escape when it’s time for her speech. What complicates her situation further is that Sonny had implanted a baby within her, ensuring that by the time she attempts to escape, the agony of her pregnancy will be unbearable.

“So that means we don’t need to be pregnant?” One of the girls asked.

“What do you mean? All girls are required to be pregnant when attending the ceremony.” The teacher clarified.

“I mean, if Sonny is just going to kill us anyway, what’s the point of filling our womb with babies?” The girl asked again.

The teacher glanced at Sonny, hoping he would share his plan, but Sonny just pretended he didn’t hear them and walked behind the teacher and bent her over and proceeded to fuck her casually from behind. She moaned and answered at the same time, “Firstly, we don’t know for sure if Sonny was going to kill you all tomorrow; even if he will, we can’t confirm if it’s before the group’s birth or after. Second, it’s the school tradition; it is required for you to leave a student behind when you leave for your workplace. Is that clear?”

“Cool. Understood, ma’am.” The girl answered.

“And Sonny, if you do show up tomorrow, please be careful.” The teacher advised Sonny. “There’s protection gloves at the gym entrance right next to the knives.”

“Whatever you say, ma’am.” Sonny proclaimed as he delivered a forceful slap to the teacher’s back, causing her to howl and bend forward from the impact and inadvertently pressing her boobs against the empty belly of the now dead Helen.

“Tha… That’s the spirit.” Sonny’s response brought a smile to the teacher; she knows that despite his ridiculous behavior—his pranks and clownliness—Sonny possesses a kind heart. The dipping of herself on Helen also reminded her of the newborn she was holding and the realization that she wouldn’t be able to deliver the babies to the hatching room if ever Sonny decided to snuff her out after. “Hey, can you help me out?” She called Luna back before she could leave the room. “These babies need to be delivered to the hatching room and also this.”

“Sure, ma’am.” As the teacher handed the baby to Luna, her face was sparkling with excitement, and as soon as the cooing baby was placed on her arms, she couldn’t help but squeal over it.

“Ma’am, can I take Helen’s daughter home? She’s very adorable.” Luna asked hopefully, hoping the teacher would say yes.

“I’m sorry, but babies born inside the campus are the school’s property.” The teacher reminded her.

“Shame, oh, well.” Luna chuckled and set Helen’s baby down with the others in the container before pulling the entire container outside.

Meanwhile, Sam and the group were discussing whose father they’ll be going to fuck tonight. They aimed to repeat what happened with them and Sam’s father last night, but this time with the victor of their vote. And unlike last night’s encounter, which was unplanned, this time they’re planning to take control by executing a reverse-gang bang, with the sole purpose of making themselves pregnant for tomorrow’s graduation. Sam disqualified herself from voting to give opportunities for others; she was going to vote for her father anyway. Rena was excluded from voting because she couldn’t participate; it’s already clear that she won’t survive her injury. Leaving only Lee, Tiffany, and Violet to vote, which quickly descended into chaos. Lee and Tiffany engaged in a debate while Violet attempted to join in and explain her vote. However, with no voice and relying solely on her hand gestures for communication, she was easily overlooked. This prompted Sam to override their votes and propose going with Rena’s father instead. She believed it would be a fun challenge for them to seduce Rena’s father, even if most of them won’t make it alive, or even the possibility of them all being massacred.

Rena’s father, Michael, was known in town and to his daughter’s friends for his brutal torturing of girls, especially with Rena’s friends, who saw firsthand from a video Rena showed them the horrific torture and murder of a group of women when they brought him the sledgehammer he ordered. What they don’t know is that he never intended for his victims to just be tortured and die by accident; he always made sure to torture them to death, except for his eleven daughters, at least not in purpose since four of them died from one of his tortures. Torturing girls to death had become his hobby since he was a teenager who learned everything from school.

“Hey girls, what do you think about taking on a challenge together?” Sam suggested, which quickly caught Rena’s interest. “Let’s start with you, Rena. Your task is to make it to the gate alive.”

“Piece of cake,” Rena said while giving Sam a smirk. Although half of her face was covered in blood, Sam could sense the sarcasm in her tone.

“But you’re allowed to take a shortcut or fix yourself. No fixing of glasses, no wiping of blood, no cheating.” Sam instructed.

“I’m not planning to.” Rena stated that cheating was the last thing she’ll ever do.

“And for the rest of us.” Sam turned to the others. “We’re gonna need to find a way to fuck Rena’s father.”

“How? You remember how he skinned that woman alive in the video? I don’t think I could stroke his cock when I’m being skinned like that.” Tiffany asked.

“Yes. I agree, but he can only torture us individually. Meaning, while one of us is getting tortured, the other three could still come closer and maybe suck him to hardness and hopefully fuck the rest of us.” Sam elaborated.

As Sam continued her explanation, each of the members started to show interest, fully aware that they were all headed for their demise, which they believed to have a little chance of survival when in reality, none. They find the task interesting enough to give it a try. Rena, on the other hand, wasn’t paying attention to Sam. Her mind was fixated on a cloud of floating numbers, calculating the exact percentage of her survival and the chance of reaching the gate. Even with recurring pain in her right shoulder, she still managed to think clearly.

“65 percent chance.” Rena whispered to herself, recognizing that leaving the room would be challenging with the shattered glass distorting her already blurry vision, yet she believed it was not impossible. She could scan her surroundings with her remaining left arm or use the walls as a guide. The only obstructions were the blood pools and corpses she had to step away from. But reaching the gate is another story. The distance between the room and the gate, combined with the deadly barriers she’ll encounter along the way, means she’ll have a very thin chance of success. “35 percent. A small chance.” She smirked proudly at her calculations.

“Hey Ren, is your dad still using a chainsaw?” Lee asked Rena.

“He would be if he had taken my advice this morning. He broke his previous one after slicing a passersby skull. And before I left this morning, I reminded him to pick up a new one. There’s this very cool new chainsaw model I saw in a commercial. This new model has cool new features like automatic power on when in contact with a girl’s flesh, easy to carry, and…” Sam interrupted Rena’s explanation.

“Whoa, take it easy, Ren. We’re not asking for a chainsaw advertisement.” Sam quickly interrupted Rena with a slight chuckle. Rena would sometimes unintentionally overexplain some details in a conversation, leading it off topic. And Sam was fast on catching this type of behavior since it happened several times before. “Lee was just asking if your father still has one. You see, if your dad uses a chainsaw, we might have no chance of riding his cock. But if he doesn’t, hopefully, then we might have a shot at getting pregnant for the graduation tomorrow.”

“Why not just go with your dad again? You’ll have 100 percent survival and 100 percent pregnancy.” Rena found their plan to be illogical and stupid.

“Because your dad will be a great challenge for us. I heard there are few who survived his torture, and we want to find out who among us would.” Sam explained.

“What? Where did you hear this? None. None survived ever.” Rena laughed.

“Alright, you got me; I just made that up. But even if we’re heading for our deaths, your dad will still have the best enjoyment we can give him.” Sam assured her that there was nothing negative about her plan.

Rena was about to comment when the teacher interrupted them.

“If you manage to survive, make sure to have a baby inside you ready to pop by five tomorrow. Okay?” The teacher remarked as she exited the room. Sonny’s sperm was visually dripping slowly on her thigh. After Sonny left, the teacher remained for a few seconds to recollect herself and unintentionally overhear some of the girls conversations.

The room was now almost empty, with just Timmy and Sam’s group remaining. There were two additional, still breathing objects in the room, but they no longer counted. The toilet, previously known as Sue, was locking its lips around Timmy’s cock. And Divina, meticulously arranging her own organs on Timmy’s desk to help him in labeling them, wasn’t counted; with her heavy eyes and extreme paleness, she was already considered dead. But Divina knew she had still remaining strength to move and used that to help Timmy arrange the organs he had gathered. Right after she aligned her dissected womb with her liver and carefully organized them to mimic the drawing from the board, she finally collapsed and died.

“Thank you for the reminder, ma’am.” Tiffany shouted as the teacher was already ten steps ahead of the door.

“So, what do you think, girls? Shall we go?” Sam asked the group.

“Let’s get that cock.” Tiffany cheered, and the others joined in.

“Remember, Ren, as soon as we exit the door, your challenge begins.” Sam reminded Rena.

“Got it.” Rena replied, smiling, knowing she’d fail but excited to see how far she could go.

“Bye, Timmy.” Lee and Tiffany spoke in unison.

“Congrats, Timmy.” Sam waved at Timmy, as he’s already an official graduate even though he won’t be attending tomorrow.

Violet just waved and smiled at Timmy as the group exited the room. As they walked, they started discussing the strategies and tactics they’d employ in order to seduce Rena’s father. Their voices were fading as they walked further and further, but Rena tried her best not to listen; hearing their voices might give her clues about the direction of the exit door, which would ultimately ruin the challenge.

She spun around five times, completing a full circle each time to recalibrate her sense of direction in the room. Despite feeling dizzy after, she smiled and began the challenge. Rena stepped forward, only to encounter the slick, still wet blood on the floor. She landed on the most damaged part of her body, her right shoulder, and her forehead got slammed on a nearby armdesk. She cried out in agony and sobbed in minutes before attempting to rise again.

“30 percent.” As soon as Rena recalled herself, she recalculated and lowered her chance of getting out of the room. She realized that having these pools and corpses around makes it hard for blinds to walk around even when being cautiously careful. “This is a lot challenging that I anticipated.” She said with a smile; despite the odds, she believed that a 30 percent rate is achievable.

Timmy, on the other hand, had just finished listing all the organs he could find in all three corpses he had created. He used a tablet to take pictures and carefully labeled them; thanks to the anti-blood technology of the device, the small splashes of blood quickly slid off the screen as soon as it landed, as well as the red fingerprint trails from his screen tapping.

“Awesome lesson, right, Ren? I really learned a lot.” Timmy excitedly told Rena without looking away from his tablet. Without needing to see, he recognized it was Rena by the sound of her sobbing and screaming. Being the two nerds in the class, they found it easy for them to get along and quickly became friends. Before Sam welcomed Rena into the group, Rena spent most of her school time with Timmy. She had been the subject of his torturous experiments since the first day of school, but things changed during Sexual Intercourse class. When Timmy started getting interested in fucking multiple girls, Rena sensed that their friendship had shifted from its previous nerdy dynamic and decided to give Timmy some space. After Sam noticed Rena spending more time alone, she invited her to join the group.

When the teacher introduced cesarean to the class, Timmy was the only one who sparked interest in it. Unlike Rena, who has a passion for mathematics, statistics, and probabilities, Timmy’s interest was more leaning towards science. He had a passion for experimentation, and each discovery filled him with happiness. But Rena could have shown some interest if it hadn’t been for her pregnancy and the group’s decision to give birth together during class. It took her more effort and time to deliver her babies, as they spent a little longer in the womb and outgrew their sizes for regular birth.

“I can’t say…Uhhh.. The same, Tim.” Rena replied as she moved forward very slowly, trying to avoid any corpses ahead. However, when she moved, she realized how severe the damage on her forehead was from the fall; a grimace escaped her as the stinging pain intensified. “It was a gg… uhhhh.. Great lesson. But….uhhh… I haven’t… really paid attention to that much.”

“Oh yeah, I just remember you prefer math more.” Timmy said.

“Something like.. Uhhh.. That.” Rena would like to explain that she too was interested in the lesson and the reason why she couldn’t focus earlier, but with her condition worsening, it became harder for her to speak.

“So, what’s your reading on this?” Timmy asked as he finalized her labeling and saved his progress to his personal cloud server. Timmy had his own personal server storage at home that Rena helped set up. This server was connected to an application that he created and installed on all of his devices to sync files and data automatically.

“Ree….Reading?” Rena asked, confused on what he meant. She could hear Timmy approaching by the sound of his footsteps and knew right away that her opportunity to find the door would be reduced significantly.

“On your chance of reaching the gate. I heard Sam give you a challenge.” Timmy explained his question.

“Ahhh…At this…Uhhh.. state? Not a cha….Chance.” Rena lied to avoid explaining further. As her condition got worse, speaking had become difficult for her.

“I know you, Ren. I know you don’t just give up on numbers; you always have estimations. But either way, you won’t be needing this anymore.” Timmy told Rena while removing her broken glasses. “And these too.” He skillfully gouged out Rena’s eyeballs despite the blood coating his fingers that should have made the process challenging. He motioned to gulp them all down, but after feeling the rough shards of glass pierce and stick to each eyeball, he sighed and immediately tossed them away. He shifted his attention to Rena’s breasts instead.

“Hungry?” Rena noticed the way Timmy squeezed her round breasts; she suspected he planned to devour them.

“A little bit. Just craving for a snack, I guess.” Timmy confirmed and immediately took a big bite on her left breast near the nipple.

Rena shrieked in agony as Timmy’s teeth took a big chunk of her flesh but tried her best to remain still to prevent disturbing Timmy’s enjoyment.

“Yo….uhhh…You know, I read that… uhhhh.. cooked meats were preferred…uhhhh.. most. ” Rena struggled to speak.

“Nah, no time to cook these juicy snacks.” Timmy chattered while he continued to indulge in her flesh. “Hmmm. Watermelons, yummy.” He joked as his mouth was absurdly overflowing with blood, resembling watermelon juice. Rena enjoyed laughing at this type of joke, but the intense headache from the fall, the dislocated shoulder, and the sharp pain that Timmy caused in her chest were so overpowering that her brain could no longer process humor.

“Too ba…uhhhh.. bad.” Rena stammered. She was hardly able to pronounce words as the excruciating pain consumed her. She wanted to scream but feared she could startle Timmy and ruin his enjoyment; so, she silently sobbed and covered her mouth instead.

“That was delicious.” Timmy cackled, wiping her mouth with satisfaction and a followed up smile.

Timmy left Rena sobbing miserebly in pain and returned to his seat to get his tablet. “You know what, Ren.” He said as he picked up his tablet, the blood on his hand quickly spread to the screen, but it immediately slipped off. “I think I found my new hobby. Tomorrow, I’ll grab my first twenty slaves and experiment with them after getting them all pregnant. I’m gonna perform cesarean on all of them. It’s gonna be fun.”

Despite the pain, Rena managed to display a smile. She was confident that Timmy would find enjoyment in his new hobby, believing it to be an ideal choice for him given his passion for science. She wanted to speak, but the overwhelming pain kept her from moving her mouth. She tried, but as soon as she uttered “Ah,” her subconscious took over and used the open mouth as an opening tunnel to release a scream.

“That’s a good hobby, Timmy. I’m happy for you. I’m sure you’ll find great success on that.” She shocked herself by speaking effectively and without stuttering, despite the intense agony. She smiled proudly, knowing she had successfully delivered the message. But when she noticed Timmy’s oblivious reaction, she realized she hadn’t actually spoken at all; the entire speech had transpired in her head, as she only imagined herself explaining. In reality, she simply stood there with an empty eye socket, a damaged shoulder, and a nice, pleasant smile on her face. Stuck in her fantasy of speaking well.

“You know what? I’m bringing this one home.” Timmy thought about what Rena said about cooking meat and realized she was right; it should have tasted better. Luckily for him, Rena has one remaining breast he hasn’t consumed yet and has considered slicing it off for him to take home. He was on his way back to his seat to pick up the knife he used for dissecting organs earlier but realized he had no bag to carry Rena’s breast with. He started looking around and found the most practical tool at that moment to use. Although it wasn’t technically a tool, he had a knack for improvisation.

Timmy picked the closest corpse in his reach and tried pulling its head off from the spine. To make sure it wasn’t a toilet, he leaned in and smelled its mouth, searching for any trace of urine or poop, knowing the usual way of verification isn’t accurate anymore. The reason why the school preferred snapping of necks was that the way of “cleaning” the toilets was to easily differentiate toilets from corpses, just by checking the looseness of necks. But some boys, especially those who attended Snuff classes, never followed this tradition and went with a more brutal way of “cleaning” toilets. Making corpses and toilets physically indistinguable.

With a little more effort and force, Timmy successfully detached the corpse’s head. With ease from the knife, Timmy removed Rena’s remaining breast with a clean slice, placing it inside the corpse’s mouth, which he intended to use as a container. As expected, Rena screamed horribly as soon as the blade started doing its work; she couldn’t control it, even though deep inside she wanted to tell Timmy to have fun snacking.

“Cool, I’m having a snack tonight.” Timmy said to himself as he sealed the boob flesh inside his container. To make sure it wouldn’t spill out from the neck hole, he carved more meat from Rena’s chest and stuffed it all in until it blocked the hole.

Timmy left Rena with two large holes in her chest, nearly exposing her ribs. As soon as Timmy walked away, Rena fell on her knees and cried. Pain was becoming too much for her, and she started breaking down in tears.

“You know, tears are actually produced by a small gland located near the eyebrow. ” Timmy said after noticing her tears streaming down. Remembering how he learned the fact from a book when he was twelve. At first, he didn’t believe it until he had proved it to himself. With the help of one of his father’s slaves, he witnessed how tears were produced from an empty eye socket. Rena didn’t respond to him, although she wanted to say she already knew that; instead, she just stayed on her knees and wailed even louder. “As much as I enjoy watching you suffer, I need to go now, Ren.”

Rena waved goodbye without looking up. She tried desperately to recompose herself and congratulate him on finishing school and his new hobby, but all that escaped her was a deep cough. Unbeknownst to Rena, that was just Timmy’s distraction to keep her oblivious of his plan. A prank, he just came up to block the exit door.

While Rena remained sobbing, Timmy sneaked around the room, carefully avoiding anything that could make a slight sound: splashing of blood, tapping a corpse, or the loudest, the scraping of chairs against the floor. He lifted four nearby chairs to the door and considered completely blocking it with them. However, he realized that having four chairs lined up together seemed oddly suspicious, and it could potentially direct Rena towards the door instead. He arranged the chairs in a square formation, hoping it would fool Rena.

“Okay. Time to proceed with the challenge.” Rena pondered quietly, after her sobbing subsided. She was convinced that Timmy had already exited the room. But she found it odd that she hadn’t heard his footsteps, but she reasoned it was because she was sobbing loudly earlier.

Timmy watched in silence as Rena began to slowly go in the obvious wrong direction, and the more she bumped into corpses and chairs, the more he struggled to suppress his laughter. He realized he needed to leave before it could ruin his prank. He slowly walked out the door while clamping down on his mouth with his hand, desperately trying to stifle the outburst.

“10 percent finding the door.” Rena remembered to lower her chance after the removal of her breasts; she figured the chance of dying before reaching the door had increased, therefore decreasing her likelihood of actually reaching it. Unaware that Timmy had blocked it, making her chance actually closer to zero. “Zero percent reaching the gate; hold on, I’m gonna make that negative 100.” She confidently crunched the numbers in her mind.

In the next 40 minutes, Rena circled the room twenty times, fell fourteen more times, and spent a total of fifteen minutes crying while awkwardly lying on the floor. But in the end, Rena miraculously found the door. After noticing that some of the chairs were oddly misplaced and the distance between them was somehow fixed. She immediately suspected it’s Timmy doing, and when she found the door, she couldn’t help but smirk as it confirmed her suspicions as well as Timmy’s attempt to block the door.

“Nice try, Timmy, but that won’t fool me.” She thought to herself.

The school was already closed, and most students had already gone home. The only ones who remained were some girls who were tied up, immobilized, and the ones who were dying. Some were finding ways to entertain themselves before they turned into corpses; some were spending their last moment grunting, sobbing, and whimpering. Rena finds herself to be doing both, sobbing and whimpering while filling her remaining time with entertainment of measuring and calculating probabilities.

In pain with a dislocated shoulder, broken elbow, giant wounds in the chest, and covered in blood, she stood at the door like a disfigured mannequin coated in red paint. Her chest continued to bleed, weakening her every minute passed. The stinging pain on both of her arms, burning pain on her chest, and the massive headache distracted her from concentrating. Because of this, she lost interest in comparing and evaluating each, but if she did, her shoulder would come in top, followed by her chest, elbow, and head. The only challenge she loved to continue was measuring how far she could go from the room until she collapsed and died. She predicted she’d die at the stairs.

“Fucking stab me, look! It’s the Red Lady.” One of the two girls lying limbless at the side of the hallway joked. Their mixed blood flooded the area they consumed. “Hurry, toss something at her. She’s got candy for us.”

“How are we even supposed to do that?” The other one complained. “Like, seriously, we need limbs for that, and also, the Red Lady has eyes, and lastly, only boys eat ca…”

“For crying out loud, Kath, I was just kidding.” The first one expressed her annoyance.

“I know, I just find it funny when you all worked up!” The other one let out a weak laugh, barely managing to muster the energy to express a full chuckle as both of them bleed to their deaths.

Rena couldn’t help but smile inside as she heard the two girls’ conversation, knowing just what the Red Lady was about. It was a popular children’s story about a woman covered in her own blood, and if young boys threw something at her, she would give them candies in return. In the story, the Red Lady, whose real name was Mary, was said to have possessed magical powers. She has the ability to summon anything from thin air, but most of the time, she used her powers to summon candies and gave them to young boys. She also had higher healing abilities than the average woman; she could heal severe injuries in minutes rather than hours.

Although Mary, the Red Lady, was fictional, she was based on the real life story of Bonnie, a girl who found that mixing blood with sugar could create candies enjoyed by little boys. One day when she turned eighteen, just as she headed for school, she was brutally beaten, butchered, raped, and eaten by the same boys she befriended and shared her candy with. Gang-banged and ripped piece by piece, she screamed at the top of her lungs, and passersby couldn’t help but stop by to adore the wholesome scene of friendship displayed on an open street. With a wholesome story like that, Marylin, who named the character after herself, was inspired to create the Red Lady story, unaware that it would become one of the most popular children’s stories ever created.

Despite being completely blind, navigating the hallway posed no challenge for her. But she does expect to encounter something blocking her way or any obstacle that could potentially kill her. And so far, her only encounter was the two limbless girls, and as she walked past them, she could hear their last breaths escaping as they died one after the other. Fortunately for her, the corpses in the hallway were not blocking her path; they were all to the side, leaving her way completely clear.

Rena was amazed that she arrived at the stairwell without sustaining any additional injuries or even being alive, but her opinion about the likelihood of reaching the gate remained unchanged. It remains at negative 100, and for her survival, it’s still zero.

The first major obstacle she was about to face was going down the staircase itself. She could safely use the elevator if she wanted, and it’s just a few more steps further from the stairs, but Rena didn’t plan to cheat on the challenge. It was agreed that she wouldn’t take any shortcuts, and she planned to follow that faithfully. Safety isn’t her priority. Next is the lobby, which was filled with deadly traps for girls; it was designed to entertain boys and to encourage them to learn and study. And the last obstacle she had to face was the road to the gate.

With no arms to hold the handrail to guide her, her descent in the staircase would pose serious dangers and could potentially be deadly. The staircase had a U-shaped design, which means she had to deal with it four times since she was currently on the third floor.

She tapped her foot lightly on the floor to pinpoint where the stair threads begin. Finding the step-down, she slowly and carefully descended from the stair, and as she took her first four steps, she was surprised that it went smoothly. Students often had to navigate with zigzag steps to avoid slipping down, as the stairs were filled with droplets of slippery blood, leaving trace of some bleeding students. The reason why all boys used the elevator. Luckily for Rena, on the second and third steps, the blood there was already dried up. However, at the fifth one, her expectation happened. Her foot slipped on still wet blood, forcing her legs to split and putting strain on her hip joints. As she attempted to stand upright without any arm to assist her balance, she lost her footing and accidentally fell onto the half landing.

The fall sent her tumbling, and she hit the ground face-first, breaking many of her teeth. Rena let out a scream, her body twisting in agony as the jagged fragments of shattered teeth sliced into her mouth and lips. She stayed on the floor, holding her face with her left hand and crying out for several minutes before trying to rise again, only to fall once more, this time breaking her nose and cracking her jaw.

“Hey, I’ve been watching you a while now, and I totally see what you’re up to. Can I give you a hint?” A voice came from the girl tied up at the side of the landing.

Rena realized she wasn’t alone after hearing the offer of help, but she denied it with a shake of her head. Sam had clearly given her instruction to not accept any help; the challenge should only be done on her own. Her only goal now was the measurement; it wouldn’t matter if she’s going in the wrong direction. She also realized that standing up wouldn’t help her; she would have to crawl down the stairs to go forward.

“Fine, I get it. I’m not gonna spoil anything or whatever. But I gotta say, the way your broken arm bends. It’s super cute; it looks like a tree branch.” The girl finds Rena’s dislocated arms to adorably resemble a tree. Although they didn’t know each other, the girl was rooting for Rena to succeed in climbing down the stairs. She’d been watching Rena in quiet since the scarred, blood-covered girl arrived at the steps, aware that she was just playing a game or a challenge, because most girls in such condition would probably just stay down and die in agony.

While still sobbing, Rena continued her descent, carefully crawling to the edge of the landing and allowing herself to slide down the rough stairs to the second floor. But this only made things worse for Rena; her broken arms and her head bounced violently on each step of the stairs. She almost fainted from the intense pain if it wasn’t for the contagious and cute giggles of the girl. The girl finds Rena’s rapid head shake, combined with the sounds of her bones cracking, resembled a rock star headbanging to a heavy drum slam.

Surprisingly, it didn’t kill Rena yet, but it caused her to drown in excruciating pain again. She had lost her sense of smell, which resulted from the deformation of her head. Seconds after hearing the girl’s laughter, Rena began to develop deafness. The laughter gradually faded as Rena’s auditory nerve started to deteriorate. But she ignored all that, as those weren’t important. She knew that as the brutality on her body worsened, her time was running out. She decided to shorten her end goal; she was no longer aiming to measure how far she could go but simply to reach the ground before dying. She crawled as fast as she could and let herself slide harshly once more to reach the half landing of the second floor. Regardless of the additional damage it may cause her.

As expected, this slide gave her additional fatal damages that should have been enough to kill her, but her will was so strong that her brain wouldn’t cooperate on dying. She had snapped and disconnected both of her elbow joints, leaving only her skin and muscles to keep her hands together, but it now wiggled like a jelly. After bouncing furiously, her jaw finally reached its limit and popped out of place. Rena knew she had only seconds to live, and with only one more staircase left, Rena’s adrenaline kicked in, giving her the strength to rise to her feet temporarily. She used this last resort and leaped from the landing to the floor below.

“Yes.” The last word that formed on Rena’s head, milliseconds before the impact. She celebrated with pride and a warm smile, knowing she wouldn’t be able to after impact. With no arms to support her landing, her head was on its way to absorbing the impact of her fall.

Rena’s skull fractured upon impact; her brain hasn’t had the time to process her fall, as it immediately splattered across the floor. She just entered her second major obstacle, but she’ll already dead when she arrives. Her sudden and gruesome fall startled two girls who were trapped at the lobby, not because of her horrifying look but with the noisy crunch and splash. As a result of the inertia, her hands wobbled in the air upon impact, and it closely resembled a cartoon character called Wobble B, a supposedly blood creature that loves to wiggle its hands in the air when excited, but with its cartoonish design, many children were not convinced it was a blood creature but rather a red jelly.

“Have you seen that cartoon, The Organs?”

“Are you like, ten or something? Ugh, that show is for little kids.”

“What? I enjoyed it. The Organs Friends were really cute.”

“Whatever. What about it?”

“Check out that girl that fell down the stairs. She reminded me of Wobble B.”

“I don’t even know what that Wobble B looked like. How am I supposed to compare?”

“You know what. Nevermind.”

— End