As they kept walking, Elena's hand still locked with her classmate's, she tilted her head slightly and spoke in her sweetest, most innocent tone.
"Umm.... where are we going? We are.... we are... I don't know where we are."
They continued on until the scenery shifted. Rusted metal frames, stacked tires, and broken cars surrounded them—the junkyard area, far from the safe and bright school grounds.
Inside, Elena's thoughts sharpened, her calm smile never fading. Tch... this is bad. Why does she keep holding my hand? I thought I was going to her house to help her with some project.
Her eyes softened on the outside, but her mind was already shifting, calculating every possibility in this unfamiliar place.
Then, without warning, Elena's classmate whispered, "Forgive me, Elena..."
Before Elena could even react, rough hands shot out from the shadows. Thugs emerged, grabbing her classmate and pinning her down, one man holding her tightly by the shoulders as she squirmed helplessly in their grip.
Elena took a step back, her body jerking in surprise until she almost tumbled to her knees. Her whole frame trembled, her hands flying to her chest as though she were terrified.
"Umm... w-what are you...?" Elena's voice cracked softly, her eyes wide with fright. She shook visibly, every bit the picture of a fragile, innocent girl.
But behind those amber eyes, her mind was already sharpening like a blade.
And then Elena's classmate shouted, "Help!" while she was being still pinned to the ground.
The thug laughed, "Hehehehe... thank you for the girl you brought. As I promised, I said I'd never harm you... but I'm sorry, I won't do that. I'll eat you alive, along with the girl you brought here."
Her classmate screamed, "Ahhh!" squirming her feet, but the thug forcibly widened her legs while laughing again.
"Gahahahaha!"
Meanwhile, another thug was walking closer to Elena, looking like a pervert. He said, "Hmmm..." as he widened his arms to each side. "Little girl, you're looking great... ready to be eaten."
Elena said softly, her voice trembling with fear, "Who are you?" Her hands were shaking, disgust rising in her chest, her eyes trembling.
She turned her gaze toward her classmate, who was being pinned down as her pantie were slowly slipping from her thighs.
Her classmate shouted again, "Help! Help! Elena!!, call the police! Help me!" she cried.
But Elena never bothered—her eyes were fixed on the thug who was getting closer and closer to her.
The thug grabbed both of her hands with only his right hand, pinning her both hands upward against the hood of an abandoned car in the junkyard she was forced to lay in her back of the hood of the car. Her left thigh was raised, her white pantie being shown.
The thug sneered, "Ohhh, you look like something I can ravage for the rest of your life."
And then, as Elena was being pinned, the thug pressed his face against her stomach. She spoke in a trembling voice, filled with disgust, her face contorted. "Disgusting..." she muttered, looking weak.
Elena's eyes shifted to her classmate, whose pantie had been fully removed, showing her fresh fold. The thug still pinning her classmate really hard and laughed, "Hahahaha!" as her thighs were forced wider. She struggled, fighting not to be pinned completely.
Elena's eyes widened in absolute shock as she saw the thug staring down at her classmate's smooth pussy.
Her classmate cried out, tears streaming down her face. "I'll never get married ever again!"
And then, without warning, Elena suddenly broke free—using her right foot, she kicked the thug straight in the balls while she was still being pinned.
The impact forced him to release her. He staggered back, his face contorting in agony as he clutched desperately between his thighs. The pain was so intense his expression twisted beyond recognition. He vomited, stuttering, "Y-you..." before collapsing unconscious to the ground.
Meanwhile, Elena stood tall, her hands raised in a fighting stance, her right foot still lifted and ready to strike again.
Elena dashed forward, her amber eyes sharp as steel. She locked onto the thug pinning her classmate and closed the distance in a heartbeat.
The thug's eyes widened. "Shit!" he shouted, instantly letting go of the girl he had pinned.
But he was too slow. Elena's body twisted, her skirt fluttering as she drove her right foot upward with perfect precision. The kick landed square beneath his jaw, the impact snapping his head back violently.
His body lifted slightly from the force before stumbling backward, tumbling across the dirt, crashing against a rusted car door with a heavy thud.
Her classmate, freed at last, gasped for air while Elena stood firm, her stance unwavering, eyes glowing with a deadly intensity no one at school had ever seen.
Her classmate was frozen in trauma, unable to move. Her hands trembled violently, her thighs still widened apart. The only words that escaped her lips were broken murmurs, "No... no... no... no..." her eyes unfocused, lost in fear.
Elena's thoughts turned sharp in her mind. Why did she lead me here? It's because she desperately didn't want to be harassed ever again... and now it's even worse. She almost got violated inside... this is bad.
Suddenly the sound in the side groaning.
The thug groaned as he pushed himself off the ground where he lay at the metal rusted car door, rubbing the back of his head. "Arrggg... ahhhh, that hurt..." he spat, staggering to his feet.
Elena's face hardened, all traces of her schoolgirl gentleness erased. Her amber eyes burned cold as she turned her attention back to the thug she had kicked. The echo of the impact still rang in her leg, yet he was standing again.
Her brows knit, her thoughts sharp and irritated. Why... why was he not taken down in one shot?
A faint twitch crossed her lips. Tch... maybe I've gotten weaker this time... because of my period. This sucks.
Despite the thought, her stance remained unshaken, her body coiled like a predator ready to strike again.
The thug snarled, spitting blood from his mouth. "You little—runt!" he roared, charging at Elena with a knife gripped tight in his hand.
Elena's eyes narrowed. She sprang backward lightly, her body moving like a spring, landing with perfect balance as the blade sliced through empty air.
"Die!" the thug screamed, thrusting the knife forward in rapid stabs.
But Elena slipped from side to side, her body swaying as if weightless. Her movements were fragile and delicate, like a sheet of paper drifting in the wind... yet each step carried deadly precision, keeping her just out of reach of the blade.
Each stab came closer, the knife flashing under the pale junkyard light. Elena's eyes sharpened, her body timing every move.
Then, in a sudden burst, she ducked low beneath the thug's arm. In the same motion, her right leg whipped upward in a sharp arc—swift and precise, like the tail of a striking scorpion.
Crack!
Her foot connected cleanly with the thug's face, the impact snapping his head back.
"Uwaaaaaa!" he screamed, stumbling as pain shot through him. He staggered wildly, both hands flying up to clutch his face, blood dripping between his fingers as he tried to steady himself.
Elena rose back to her stance gracefully, her amber eyes locked on him, calm yet merciless.
The thug reeled, blood still spilling between his fingers as he clutched his face. His voice cracked in pain and confusion. "Who... who are you, girl?!" he then suddenly stand forcefully while his legs is shaking.
Elena's eyes glinted coldly. She burst forward, charging head-first with a sudden speed that cut through the air.
"It's none of your business," she replied sharply, her voice calm yet merciless.
As she sprinted, her hand snatched a rusted pipe from the ground without breaking stride. In a single motion, she leapt into the air, her body twisting with precision before bringing the pipe down in a brutal arc.
CRACK!
The impact smashed against the thug's skull, his head snapping back violently. She had held back just enough not to kill, but the blow was devastating—his body collapsed to the dirt in a heavy thud.
Elena landed in a kneel, the pipe still clutched in her right hand. She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling as she closed her eyes. Each exhale escaped her lips like in a fog, intensifying in the cold night air around her.
Elena slowly pushed herself up from the ground, the pipe still in her grip. "My, my..." she murmured, her voice calm yet sharp. "As I thought... my attacks have gotten rusted because of my period."
She slung the blood-stained pipe over her right shoulder, its weight swinging lightly as she walked forward.
Ahead of her, her classmate lay sprawled on the ground. The junkyard was sinking into darkness, shadows stretching long, and in that dim light... the girl could only see Elena.
Not the gentle school idol. Not the elegant honor student.
But a bloodthirsty figure, her presence heavy like a murderer. In the shadows, Elena's amber eyes seemed to glow faintly red, sharp and terrifying.
Her classmate's chest rose and fell in heavy, uneven breaths before finally collapsing in weakness, unable to hold on any longer.
Elena stood over her, smirking slightly. I hope she forgets this other side of me...