Bad Life

He gave George a nod. George gasped and buried his face in the floor.
"Bring him here."
"Hugh" said, and I, frozen, was caught by Simon before I could escape.
He roughly grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced me to sit in front of him. I had no choice but to kneel before him. My head felt numb, as if I'd been struck by Jerome's whip.
"George" endured it without a sound, his face crushed against the carpet. "Hugh" thrust into him from behind, violently shaking his hips. I couldn't understand what was happening.
"Here, I have a proposition, George."
"Hugh" said.
"Rape that bastard right now and I'll let you go. Otherwise, you'll have to take his share too."
"I will."
"George" replied immediately. "What?" I asked, like an idiot.
"What?"
"Hugh" pulled away from "George." Before I could even come to my senses, "Simon" had me down. I had no time to stop him. They pulled down my pants and underwear and spread my legs apart. It was humiliating. "Simon" grabbed my left foot, and "Hugh" grabbed my right, and they spread them wide apart. Only when "George" thrust his erection in did goosebumps appear on my body.
I struggled and twisted, but their knees pressed against my shoulders, leaving me immobile. "George" stared straight into my eyes, expressionless, and slammed me into the hole.
"Ahhh!"
I screamed.
"No, ah, no, no, "George, it's going to tear!"
I screamed in pain, but "George" didn't listen.
Thanks to my legs spread wide open, I could see "George" entering me. I writhed my hips, screaming, but it was no use. George pressed his thighs with both hands and forced himself all the way in. I watched in horror as his penis was inserted.
It was soaked with oil and was excruciatingly painful, but it went all the way in without tearing my lower body. I gasped and looked up at George. His face flushed, he breathed softly, locked eyes with mine, and jerked his hips. I could feel the horrific sensation of his testicles pressing against my buttocks. I couldn't believe it. There was only pain. George raped me in front of everyone...
"You two had a cute little conspiracy?"
Jerome's voice sounded from above.
"You're going to kill me?"
There was a smirk in his voice that couldn't be hidden.
I was stunned, swaying as George thrust, but that voice brought me back to my senses as if struck by lightning. How I found out didn't even matter. With a face twisted and stained with hatred and loathing, he shouted,
"How could that be, ? I haven't even fucked your ass, and how could I kill you already?"
I threw my head back, my eyes rolling, and grinned at . My face must look like a lunatic right now.
Jerome was still strangling him hard while he babbled like a lunatic. His breath hitched, his vision flickering and fading. Heedless of the pressure on his knees, he twisted his shoulder away and grabbed Jerome's arm. But his strength gave out... He couldn't pull his hand away... Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth... Only then did Jerome, startled as if burned, pull his hand away.

Oh, dear. His eyes are open. Is he breathing? Simon, do you think he's okay?
Jerome asked, looking perplexed.

"Don't worry. He's not dead yet."

Simon said quietly.
"You don't know the extent of it."
"You must have finished George off. That bastard must have been choked to death while his cock was being twisted." "Right, George?"
"Hugh" said calmly.
"Yeah."
"George" replied like an obedient dog. While I was panting, "Jerome" still crouched down on my back, kissed my cheek, and wiped the drool from my mouth. His hand gave me goosebumps, but I couldn't resist. Then, from beyond "Jerome," "George" asked dryly.
"Should I cum inside you?"
"Yes, I should."
"Hugh" commanded softly, as if to a pet dog.
The moment the answer fell, I could feel the cum spreading inside me. A moment later, my penis was pulled out. Through my blurred vision, I watched as "George" rose and disappeared from the living room. "Jerome"'s playful face suddenly appeared in my vision. He smiled brightly, his pretty green eyes wide. He looked exactly like a mischievous boy. I stared blankly at him and then opened my mouth. My voice cracked, his throat choked. "You said you were going to cum, you premature bastard."
"Yeah. I'll just put it in for a second and then pull it out."
said with a grin. He did as he was told. A moment later, slid into my wet hole.

As he entered, my body pushed back slightly.
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asked shyly. "You crazy bastard. You crazy bastard!" Instead of answering, I glared at him with a distorted face. blushed at the tips of his ears and plunged his member deep inside me.
Fatigue finally broke me. followed , and grabbed my neck, saying he wanted to strangle me too, and raped me. I fainted at some point. When I came to, I was lying neatly on the bed, my body clean. ***
My memories of Sunday were hazy. I looked at the clock. It was eleven in the morning. There was a tray of food on the desk. It had to be Simon. I wouldn't foolishly accept food from them anymore.
I dumped the bowl of stew over Simon's bed and went into the living room. No one was there. I checked myself while I was bathing, but nothing unusual was happening. After putting on my uniform and tie, I took a bundle of photos from behind the bookshelf, put them in my bag, and left the room. I went down to the dining room for a late breakfast and thought about the events of the previous night.
They gang-raped me a second time, and this time they dragged George into the mix. The way Hugh treated George made it easy to see their power dynamic. Of all my predecessors, only George had survived. Why had they decided to let him live? How would he pay for his survival? All my questions could only be answered by meeting George. The problem was that it wasn't easy to meet George without being noticed. George didn't come to school, staying holed up in his dorm room. With Hugh, Simon, and Jerome constantly coming and going, conversation was dangerous.
Indeed, school was dangerous everywhere. Someone had reported the plot to murder Jerome. For the time being, there was no way to guess how Jerome had discovered the plot. There were other students in the cafe, but they were far from our table. That's why George and I could talk with confidence. Who could have overheard, and how? The accuser who had revealed our secret encounter with George might have been none other than the shadowy figure in the photo, the "fourth person." Unless that was the case...
Everything was shrouded in mystery, but I couldn't delay any longer. Yesterday, I was caught off guard. I'd finished one game, so I'd thought I'd have time for another, but I was wrong. They were impulsive. They had no pattern. Thinking back, all my predecessors left at different times, and their endings were all different. While they were all tragic, some committed suicide, others became male prostitutes, and some were even sent to mental institutions. I couldn't let my guard down at any moment.
I had to change my thinking. I had to strike first. If I calculated and thought too hard, Jerome's gang would keep striking first. I had to return every penny I'd received from them. In any case, I had the names of six of my predecessors. Even if I couldn't figure out Jerome's attack patterns, their cases would help me understand their personalities. Now, my goals were threefold:
First. Find the fourth person in the photo.

Second. Investigate the cases of my predecessors, including George.
Third. Survive and enact revenge.
After dinner, I headed to school to take my exams. The weather was beautiful. It was the height of summer. The thought suddenly crossed my mind that I might have become a lunatic like them at some point. But I didn't care. It was true. I was fine.
After the exam, I stayed in the crowded garden. I sunbathed among the students, glancing around. I didn't see anyone suspicious. The boys around me were all peeking at the girls sitting nearby. Every time a breeze blew, their school uniform skirts would flutter, revealing their thighs.
I didn't even glance at the skirts. I quietly watched to see if anyone else was paying attention to them like I was. Not a single girl among my predecessors. Women weren't my target.
After lingering in the garden for a while, I started to sweat, so I moved to the library. Then, an unbelievable stroke of luck struck. For some reason, George was coming out of the library. He spotted me and then went back inside. I quickly followed him. George entered the deserted archives. He stood at the far end, waiting for me. George stood outside, watching the entrance, and spoke. His voice was soft, but the silence inside the storage room made it audible.
I told you there wasn't much time left, didn't I?
George spoke softly.
It's because of Simon.
George didn't say a word about what happened yesterday.
I didn't. I wanted to start with yesterday and question everything George hadn't told me, but when Simon's name came up, I couldn't help but ask.

stared at me with his pale blue eyes.
only has sex when the other person is asleep.>
He continued bluntly.

cut me off and stared at me blankly for a moment.

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I glared at coldly and asked. "I'm sorry, George, but I'm having trouble trusting you because of what happened yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
"George" asked curtly, then replied calmly.
"I'm Hugh's dog. I do whatever Hugh tells me to do. I regret what happened yesterday."
"Regret. Regret. I participated in the gang rape, and that's just regret."
My head was burning with anger, and I crossed my arms in silence and glared at George. He was about an inch taller than me. He had the latest birthday and a youthful face, but George was a hand taller than all of us, a master of calculations, and a master of political rhetoric. So, whenever I spoke to George, I always felt like I was being manipulated by him. Still, I didn't like how easily he would submit and act cowardly.
I didn't have time to waste being manipulated by George or Jerome's gang. I tried to calm my anger. My goal was already clear. Even if I was fooled by George or fell into Jerome's trap, as long as I stayed focused on my goal, I wouldn't lose my way.
I managed to calm myself down. Instead of responding to George's words of regret, I opened my bag. This was the main point. I took out the bundle of photographs I'd been carrying. Of the nineteen, I thrust the fourth one, revealing a person, right in front of George's face. George stared at the photo without blinking.
"Do you see the shadow of a person in the lower right corner?"
I stared intently at George's face, determined not to miss even a single expression.
"There are four of them. The ones who did the gang rape were Jerome and Simon, the one who took the photo was obviously Hugh, and there's another one."
George's face remained motionless, as if plaster had been poured over it. I asked, trying to read the hidden emotions in the mask-like face.