Warning, this story is not for everyone. It contains snuff and rape. If this is not your cup of tea, do not proceed. You will not find what you are looking for down below.

If however you are looking for something like that, then enjoy.

All characters are above the age of 18.

Feeling hopeful, I set out of the room and continued down the hallway; listening for anymore sounds. Not too far from the classroom I found an unfortunate soul who could not receive my help. She was a redhead who seemed to have been crushed by lockers falling from the second floor. It looked like someone had tried to pull her out, but hadn’t gotten too far. Just enough for her large breasts to be visible, though even in death her uniform tried to contain them. Unable to resist, I reached down and ripped the shirt open, sending buttons everywhere. Her still warm flesh sank at my touch and I could feel myself hardening again for another go. With regret, I pulled myself away from her. If there were still living girls here, then I wanted to find them first. And if not, I could always come back.

I searched room by room on the first floor, but didn’t find anything as interesting as the bodies I’d already seen and was considering checking the second floor when I passed by the library. I didn’t hear anything, but it was still worth checking. There could easily be someone hiding out underneath toppled bookshelves. I moved silently in, picking steps with care to avoid stepping on books. Mostly because they would have made more noise, but also because that would have felt weird to step on books like that.