It's the next morning. You wake up, it's partially cloudy, and a little bit of sunlight peeks through the window. Roses warm body is still rested against yours. This place right here makes you the happiest. Her little breaths while she sleeps. Her soft dainty body. You don't want to get up, but at the same time, you can't go back to sleep. You don't want to wake up Rose yet, so you just lay there in bed with her. After a few minutes you hear the change in her breathing as Rose lightly stretches. She looks back at you seeing you there. She remains rested against you. "Mmm.." "Good morning Rose." Rose nestles herself against you, she softly mutters, "I'm still sleepy." "You wanna rest for a few more minutes?" Rose nods, "Just a few.." Rose rests there against you closing her eyes. Her soft warmth fills you with joy as you hold her closely in your arms. After a few more minutes you and her get`up and go down the hall to the shower. ----- Steam fills the room as the hot water pours down on Rose. Her nude body on full display for you. Her pink nipples erect as she washes the soap out of her hair. It's a pleasant sight to see except you notice bruises all over her body. On her arms, near her knees. Couple of them are on her stomach. You look at her with deep concern. It then occurs to you that for most of yesterday she put up with these bruises and hung out with everyone like it was no problem. You approach her closer, seeing her bruises. These are not light little bruises, deep welling purple. You're deeply concerned, "Rose, those bruises.." Rose replies plainly to you, "I'm fine. I've been beaten up worse than this before." These ugly marks all over her skin.. The scars that have healed over.. How much more will she suffer? No.. You're not going to let her suffer anymore.. She's suffered enough.. All of those marks on her body.. It's no wonder she shifts into that insane mode, she has to just to stay alive. What makes you so special? Why should she always have to fend for herself? She shouldn't always be the one cleaning up after these messes. Those bullies.. They weren't messing around.. They wanted to beat her, and possibly rape her. That's not something you're going to allow. Not with how well you know her. Not with how much she's already suffered with sexual abuse.. No, even beyond all of that.. No one should have to put up with that. You can see them in your minds eye. The memory of those soulless bastards. It's burning in you hot like fire. They need to suffer, they need to suffer for hurting Rose. ----- Over breakfast, you pour over ideas with revenge plots.. And you come up with one that seems pretty decent. At school you dig up the file on the Teal Cloaks leader. Apparently his name is Brant Gunston. Now that you know the head culprit you have Dixie and Brianna pull a few strings and have him be called into the office for questioning. You and the others lie in wait as Brant eventually shows up in the office. The lights come on and Brant sees the lot of you. He tries to run but Preston and the other White Scarfs block the exit. The lot of you dogpile onto him, he screams, "You fuckers, let me go!" He kicks and screams but it amounts to nothing as he's beaten and dragged over to a chair where he's tied down and subdued. He squirms and struggles but it's useless. He's panting in panic. You stand before him. You make a motion with your hand dismissing the White Scarfs. You look down at the pitiful man. With his spiky black hair, his sickly pale complexion, and eyebrow piercing just above his left eye. He grimaces, "What do you want?" Rose hands you a baseball bat. He looks at you in fear. He quivers, "W-wait a minute-!" You bash his shin with the steel bat. "AAAHHH, FUCK!" He winces sharply in pain. "You like that? You like how that feels?" He glares at you, "Of course not! That fucking hurts!" You don't like his sass. You drop the bat and deck him in the jaw, then you hit him a couple of times in the chest. "AHH! Fucking stop! It hurts! I'll do what you want! Just stop!" "You ready to listen now?" He takes a deep breath, "Yeah, just please, have mercy.." You glare down at the beaten man in the chair, "You didn't have much mercy for us yesterday when you showed up with 12 guys to beat the shit out of me and possibly rape my girlfriend." "Look, I'm sorry man, I didn't realize that-" "That WHAT? We weren't some small time fish you could just fuck with!? Well guess what chump? You fucked with the wrong people, and now you're gonna pay. You're gonna pay big time." He looks down gritting his teeth. You chuckle, "First thing I'm gonna do, I'm gonna take a pair of clippers and snip that little thing between your legs off. Then I'll mount it on my wall like a trophy. Or keep it in a jar so I can tease you with it every now and then." He laughs nervously, "You're fucking sick! You wouldn't do that shit, come on." You snap your fingers. Rose hands you a pair of hedge clippers from behind the desk. You speak, "Strip him." Rose and Marcy begin pulling his pants down, he starts screaming, "Oh God, stop! Stop it please! I'll do anything! Please! I don't want this." You look to Rose and Marcy and motion them off Brant. "Alright Brant. You'll do anything right?" He mutters, "You fucking psycho.." He continues but louder, "Yeah, I'll do what you want." You chuckle at him. "Alright Brant, here's the deal.." You circle him laughing at him villanously. "I'll let you off the hook completely. In exchange, you get everyone involved in that scheme you cooked up yesterday.. And I mean EVERYONE. I want you to take all those guys to the warehouse. And we're gonna beat the shit out of em and film it for fun." He grumbles, "And you just want me to go along with this?" You snicker, "You do it, or we'll castrate you right here in the office, your choice." He glares up at you, "You wouldn't fucking dare, do you even realize how much trouble you'd be in if the school knew you cut my fucking dick off? You'd be in prison or worse." You grin, "I seriously doubt it. Did you forget I'm allied with the White Scarfs? They'll hire me the best lawyer in the country, and I'll get off without so much as a slap on the wrist." You smile down at him with a shit eating grin. He looks away in shame. You say mockingly, "So.. You wanna roll the dice and take your chances?" He sighs, "I'll do it.. I'll get them all to the warehouse or whatever." You warn, "You try any funny business, anything at all.. We'll fuck you up so bad you'll never be the same." "Ok." "I'm serious! Do not fuck around! You get ONE chance! One chance to save your own ass here. You turn your buddies in, and you get off scot-free.