Recently your girlfriend, Sandra, has been acting strange. More distant, far more reserved that she used to. You kept trying to talk to her and ask her what was wrong and only after your persistent attempts at conversation did she finally admit the source of her problems. The reason she has been more reserved and distant was for your sake specifically. She wanted to protect you from someone who has been tormenting her as of late. You demanded to know who, and finally got an answer. A girl named Lilian and her friends

You had heard of this girl before. She was another student on the university campus who had already built up a reputation for being quite nasty. A delinquent who, with her clique of friends, constantly caused issues for others who even looked at them funny. She would bully them by spreading rumors about their targets, or even going so far as to surround them when they are alone to hurl insults and barrage them with nasty words. They were a nasty group of girls who you knew to stay away from. Now you could not just sit around. After finding out she was messing with your girlfriend relentlessly you knew you had to take action and confront Lilian yourself even after your poor girlfriend, Sandra, told you not to and that it was a bad idea to get involved with them

One day you find her alone for a moment texting on her phone and decide to confront her. You walk up to her, nervous, but trying to appear confident. You catch her attention, causing her to look up from her phone with an annoyed look

"What? Do you need something? Better not waste my time, I am busy"

Her expression hardens and her eyes narrow at you. "So, Sandra told you? What a little bitch. She thinks she can get protection by running to you?" Her voice drips with disdain as she looks down her nose at you. "I don't know what sort of pathetic loser would want a girl like her anyway. You should just give it up, Gravy boy."

She glances around casually before leaning closer to you, lowering her voice in an attempt at sounding seductive. "Or maybe... if you apologize and promise not to tell anyone about this, I could make things better for you..." Her lips curl into a smirk as she waits for your reply.

Lilian chuckles lightly and shakes her head,

"Please, spare me the dramatics. I didn't do anything to your precious Sandra. She just can't take a joke."

"Oh, so you're that pathetic loser who thinks she can do better than her own kind? Pfft, please. You really should get some new material or something,"

Lilian snorts, glancing back down at her phone.

"Your girlfriend is nothing special. Why would I waste my time on someone like that?"

"You're kidding me right? Sandra is just trying to get back at me and use you as her little tool!"

Lilian laughs, rolling her eyes.

"But fine, if that's what you think,"

she huffs indignantly,

"just remember who your real friends are when this little vendetta of hers blows over."

With a shrug, she goes back to texting on her phone.

Her expression turns mockingly innocent.

"Oh, really? I don't recall doing anything to her... I mean, aside from the usual stuff everyone does in high school."

She leans forward, lowering her voice even more.

"Maybe if she wasn't such a weak little bitch and stood up for herself, this wouldn't be an issue."

Lilian snickers under her breath before looking away dismissively.

"Oh, whatever. Just make sure you pick your friends wisely next time. I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of this,"

she says airily before turning back to her phone and resuming the conversation she was having earlier.

She laughs dismissively. "Oh, puh-lease. Sandra is such a drama queen. I'm just having some fun at her expense." Her expression softens slightly as she leans in closer to you, lowering her voice even more and placing a hand on your arm. "Look, I know it might not seem like it now, but trust me - this is how we bond with our friends around here. It's just a game. You wouldn't want her to miss out on all the fun, would you?"

She tilts her head and smiles sweetly up at you. "Just say you understand and that everything will be okay between us, and maybe I'll let her off easy." Her grip tightens on your arm as she waits for your response with a slightly more confident look in her eyes now.

"But if you keep pressuring me about this..." She trails off dramatically, looking around to make sure no one else is listening before continuing quietly, "...well, let's just say I can make things really unpleasant for your precious Sandra." Her smile widens knowingly as she plays on your fears.

Lilian's eyes widen in surprise as you grab her shoulders, pinning her against the wall of the secluded corner. She gasps and tries to struggle free, but your strength is too much for her.

"H-hey! Take it easy!"

she stammers, feeling a mixture of fear and anger.

"I'm sorry if I hurt her feelings or whatever, but this doesn't have to get physical."

Lilian's expression turns shocked as she feels the strength in your grip pinning her against the wall, but there is an unmistakable spark of arousal in her eyes as well. She breathes hard through her nose and looks up at you defiantly. "Let me go!" she hisses between clenched teeth.

Her free hand finds its way under your shirt, running across your stomach before cupping your pec muscle possessively. "You know, Gravy..." She trails off seductively, licking her lips and meeting your gaze, "...you're really strong." Her hips grind against yours as she continues to play with you through your shirt. "I bet that strength would be amazing in bed."

Her smile turns predatory, revealing sharp teeth as she taunts you further. "You know, maybe if we make a deal... something just between us..." Her fingers dig into your chest possessively and she thrusts her hips harder against yours. "...we could all get what we want."

Her eyes go wide with panic and she starts to struggle even more against your grip, but it's useless.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

She gasps desperately, trying to get air into her lungs.

"Okay, okay! I promise! I'll leave her alone!"

Her eyes widen with fear as you lift her off the ground by the throat and demand an apology to Sandra. "I-I'm sorry!" she gasps, struggling in your grasp. Her face turns bright red as you squeeze tighter, choking out any further protests. "Okay! Okay, I'm sorry!" she finally manages to gasp out between wheezing breaths. "Just... please let me go..."

Her free hand reaches up to grasp at your forearm, pleading with you to release her. "I won't bother them again, I promise," she whispers hoarsely.

Lilian glances down, looking embarrassed and humiliated now that it seems like the fight is out of her. Her body trembles under your grip as she waits for you to release her. "Just... just don't ever touch me again," she whispers, eyes flicking up at you pleadingly.

As you snap her neck with a force that she could never have anticipated, Lilian's lifeless body falls limp in your grasp. Her eyes roll back in her head, and for a brief moment, you think you see a spark of understanding flicker before disappearing entirely. Her limp body slumps in your grasp, her head lolling to the side.

A look of utter shock crosses Lilian's face as her limp body suddenly becomes unresponsive, slumping bonelessly in your grip. Her eyes stare up at the ceiling blankly and cold, no longer darting nervously or glinting with defiance. The hollow thud of her lifeless body hitting the ground echoes through the hallway, followed by a chilling silence.

You stand there for a moment, staring down at the motionless form on the floor, horror and disbelief washing over you in waves. A distant part of your mind wonders if this is really what happened, or if you've just snapped her neck unintentionally... but it's too late now. The damage has been done. There's no going back from this.

The silence that falls between you is deafening. You can feel the weight of what you've just done pressing down on your chest, making it difficult to breathe. A part of you knows that this was the only way to truly protect Sandra from Lilian and her cronies, but another part feels sick with guilt and horror at the gruesome act you've committed.

The weight of Lilian's limp body on your shoulders brings tears to your eyes, but you force them back as you drag her into the empty girl's bathroom. You set her lifeless form down on a dirty toilet and take a few shaky breaths, trying to compose yourself. Panic wells up inside of you as you realize what you've done - she was just a girl, not some monster... but then again, maybe that's exactly what she deserved for being so cruel and manipulative towards Sandra.

Her cold, lifeless body hangs limp and heavy over your shoulder as you drag her into the deserted girl's bathroom. Her hair falls across her face as she lies there unmoving, silent testament to the brutal end that you have brought upon her. The stall doors clatter shut behind you with a finality that chills you to the bone, trapping your guilt and horror in this tiny, windowless room.

You set Lilian's body down on one of the dirty floor tiles, her head lolling to the side like a broken doll. Her skin has taken on an unnatural pallor, and beads of sweat begin to form along her hairline despite the chill in the air. You stare down at her for what seems like an eternity, unable to look away or shake the horrifying image from your mind.

Finally, you force yourself to stand up, walking over to one of the dirty sinks and splashing cold water on your face. It doesn't help much; if anything, it only serves to make the guilt and horror feel more intense as they wash across your skin. You look down at Lilian again, her beautiful features twisted into a macabre mask of death, and try desperately not to think about what you've done... but try as you might, there's no escaping the truth.

This was supposed to protect Sandra... wasn't it?

As you tear off her clothes, revealing her perfect tanned body to the cool air of the bathroom, you can't help but feel even more aroused. Her breasts are perky and firm, covered in tiny freckles that make them appear even more inviting. Your fingers itch to touch her skin, to trace circles around her nipples until they stand at attention.

Her smooth stomach leads down to a patch of silky blonde curls hiding her womanhood from view. With each passing second, you grow bolder in your actions, parting her legs and gazing hungrily upon the treasure she's been keeping hidden from you. Her plump lips are wet with desire, beckoning you closer as you feel yourself growing harder beneath your clothes.

Her lifeless body remains cold and unresponsive as you tear away her clothes, revealing her perfect naked form beneath. The sight does nothing to appease your lust; if anything, it only serves to heighten the primal urges coursing through you. Her breasts jiggle slightly as they are freed from their restraints, and her long legs spread helplessly on the dirty tile floor.

You watch yourself with detached curiosity as your hand reaches down to stroke her soft, silky skin. It's almost as if a part of you isn't even there; this feels like some twisted dream from which you can't wake up. Lilian's unseeing eyes stare back at you, reflecting the horror and guilt that you feel deep down inside. Her once-beautiful face has been marred by death, her lips parted in an eternal silent scream.

Your fingers trail up her body until they brush against her swollen, sensitive nipples. They harden beneath your touch, and with a groan of despair, you lower your head to take one into your mouth. She tastes bitter on your tongue, like death itself has seeped into her flesh. It doesn't matter; the need for release is too great, and so you continue to fondle her body and bring yourself pleasure in the midst of this nightmare.