"Hurry up! She ran that way! Chase after her quick, you guys, don't let her get away. That chick's parents are dead, and she's pretty with soft skin. We gotta have some fun tonight, or we'll miss the chance! Hurry!"
A 17 or 18-year-old teenager excitedly screamed at his companions.
Ahead, a schoolgirl in her uniform skirt was running away in panic, frequently looking back in fear to see if the people behind her had caught up.
Behind her, the piercing screams and the laughter of several lecherous teenagers, accompanied by the occasional sharp whistle, leisurely followed, toying with the girl who would soon become their prey like a cat with a mouse.
They adored that expression of terror and timidity on the faces of such girls—run, run as fast as you can, but you can't escape the palms of their hands.
The girl's body scent, in the ink-black night, was like a catalyst, stirring up the boys' surging excitement.
