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Chapter 42 - Carnation 40

Klavier Baernaise

Oeillet de règne Académie: Male Restroom

Yesterday (10:32 A.M.)

I stared at the signs of the restroom for a minute before finally deciding which one was to my mood today. My vibes connected to the male restroom so I entered without expecting the funky smell coming from it.

"Ugh! Spunk all over the place" I exclaimed and took my time to choose the cleanest stall for me to take my graceful leak.

The last stall was by far, the cleanest, I opened it and went inside. My stomach dropped when I saw that the lock on the door was fucking broken and wet with something sticky.

I jumped up and down before figuring out where to wipe my hand. Going out of the stall, I immediately went out of the stall to wash my hand. The water was not coming out from any of the faucets so I whimpered before grasping my hair, almost pulling my scalp out of my head.

Then I realized—

I didn't wash my hands.

So the sticky shitty liquid coated my styled hair.

I can't help it so I screamed eternally, my hands were shaking as I exited the men's restroom to evacuate to the girl's restroom but then, my eyes witnessed the tall skinny officer (Gendarmerie Chris Bruint) coming my way.

"You're hearing things again, my fat buddy," he said with his radiophone near his right ear.

He was talking to someone on the radio but our eyes met so I took no time and hassled back inside the restroom. Without any choice of escape, I entered the last stall again and hoped for the best.

Footsteps entered the door as much as it entered my eardrums, "I'll go there after I inspect someone first"

Shit!

My hands were shaking as I pushed the door open with all my might. "Sh— Puta!" I exclaimed under my breath as I feel the unsettling feeling on my genitals.

"....goddamnit. I can't anymore"

The feeling in my prostate glands consumed me and as much as I wanted to hold it in, I undid my pants and let the liquid out with my left foot pushing the door close.

Sweat formed on my forehead and they came sliding down my chin. The last drop from my urine bank fell out of the toilet so I quickly pulled my pants up, zipped my fly, and turned around.

...

But—

"Hey, pretty boy..."

There he was, with a big grin on his face.

"There's no need to be afraid... With this body, I can't help but to—"

I tried to push him out of the way but to no avail, he was stronger and was experienced in prisoner's escape tactics.

The slender man brought his hand up and cornered me before pushing the door closed with a back kick. My eyes goggled around the narrow space of the stall but there was no escape.

"Show me that fiery face that you exhibited a while ago... Damn! Now you look like a helpless puppy," he laughed and brought his hand to my buttocks, I slapped it while looking down on the floor.

"Bitch..." he whispered before covering my mouth with his giant slender fingers.

"You act like a superior but when someone strikes at you. You can't do anything about it, huh?" he laughed.

My throat has gone dry and I can't speak, the embarrassment of having my neck sloppily kissed by this stranger is no different from adding lemon to the wound.

I cried, but I cried, even more, when he handcuffed me on the toilet pipes with my back facing him, his hand still over my mouth.

"Let's get this done..." I heard him say.

Hearing him remove his belt churned my stomach; I kicked my legs to stop him from pulling down the cloth covering my behind. But he wasn't having it so he slapped me and pushed me down so I was kneeling on the ground with my face nearly dipping inside the gross liquid in the toilet.

I gave up. And thought about how I wanted to experience this with———————————————

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His slender digits were removed from over my mouth so I took the opportunity to shout and call for help.

Even though, I doubt that someone will hear us from here, the farthest corner of the bathroom.

But then the echo was hopefully loud enough...

"HELP!"

My heart blossomed with a newfound hope when I heard someone entering the restroom. I smiled and tried to stand up but I grunted when he pushed me down before bending down to lick my earlobe, "Stay..."

"Hey, paps! I'm doing an investigation here so I'm going to appreciate it if you keep this restroom occupied for a few hours," his voice sounded so convincing.

I can't scream.

I'm too scared that someone will be in danger if I did.

That old man (Janitor Valdost Moreau) will be hurt if I exposed the officer.

"Officer," I heard the old janitor's voice, "I wanted to say something about the person I saw entering the garden to plant the matches and the oil can"

"What? Must you? At this moment?" the officer sounded so pissed but he complied.

They talked, I can hear their voices but the suffocation from the grotesquely bad smell made my head spin that I could already see my vision like a kaleidoscope.

Before passing out, the image of———————————————

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Clinking.

I heard clinking and it made me awake and conscious. Rubbing my head, I flinched when I saw that the handcuffs were removed and it fell in the toilet.

I stood up, looked around and that's when the widely opened door of the stall showed me a pool of blood outside. The blood-spattered on me when I fell out of balance and kneeled on the floor.

"F- FUCK! SHIT!" I screamed as I made eye contact with the dilated pupils of the two staring at me.

In front of me were two lifeless bodies, they were full of holes. I don't know what was used towards them but it was very sharp, thin but enough to be visible.

I gulped and stood up to check on them. My tears mixed with the blood and I gasped when I saw the cut genital inserted on the officer's ass.

After that, Racquel came rushing inside. She hugged me because she thought I was dead but I hugged her back. That's why the blood got on her...

She left and exited the restroom to get help as I told her to. I stayed there because I was hoping to get one pulse from both of them.

"They are dead..." I muttered as I let the officer's hand drop, "—Fucking dead..."