Who am I? I’m just the bartender. Or at least that’s what anybody would think. You may not see it if you’ve never bartended before, but being at a bar almost 24 hours a day serves as the perfect alibi for anything, especially when it comes to students from the school nearby getting raped late at night. I was at the bar, cleaning. Or so they say.
 
Her name was Hanako Ikezawa. She was my first victim, but definitely not my last. She came to the bar alone, still in her school uniform, looking to drown her sorrows in liquor. All night she rattled on about her boyfriend leaving her for some blind girl. But first, she ordered a drink.
 
“W-whiskey, please,” she forced out.
 
It was obvious she wanted to hide her scars. Whenever she wasn’t saying something, she’d be looking down. And when she was saying something she was covering her face. The whole time, I was thinking about how beautifully wrong it would be for me to ask her for her age, since she was clearly under 18. But no, destroying her mentally would have to wait. Besides, a scar like that would easily heal. And her shy behavior was nothing a couple of glasses of alcohol couldn’t fix, and eventually we exchanged names.
 
After her sixth glass, I could tell that she was beginning to get dizzy. Looking at the clock, it was nearing midnight. I gave her another glass of Whisky sprinkled with some crushed up tabs of Rohypnol and excuse myself to the back room to grab a ski mask. At the time, I didn’t actually know when it would kick in, but a few minutes later and her glass is empty. She almost falls off the bar stool, and I ended up having to bring her to her dorm.
 
The walk back to Yamaku wore out my arms. Hanako’s body was completely limp the whole trek up the hill. Eventually we make it to the school, and I’m stopped by a security guard. I told him what happened, how she got drunk in my bar, and how I only wish to bring her home. He believed every word, and didn’t even bother to write my name down on the visitor’s list. On my way to the female dormitories I hear him going towards the male, clearly about to end his shift.
 
Finally, we get to her dorm. My member is literally throbbing through my pants as I envision everything I’m about to do to this poor girl. Considering she was practically dead except for a pulse, I contemplated just raping her on her bed. But no, that wouldn’t have been enough. I decided to strip her and tie her up, shoving a sock in her mouth. Grabbing my ski mask from inside of my pants, I put it on and sat there. For three hours I waited for her to wake up, stroking my cock and ejaculating on her salacious breasts four times. Eventually, she opened her eyes.
 
“Mmmphh!” she screamed in vain. I began by gently rubbing my newly awakened penis on those luscious lips of hers. Just thinking about how she is unable to do anything about it almost made me cum, but I managed to hold it in. I proceeded to rub the tip all over and around her nipple. Tears started to stream down her cheeks, which instinctively made me rub my cock on her face. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I came on the sock in her mouth. But that still wasn’t enough.
 
I looked around for a sharp object and all I found was a shaver. I removed the razor from the handle and began. Hanako was clever, though. She understood what I was about to do, and her eyes widened. I proceeded to shave off every piece of her skin that was covered by a scar. Now she was really screaming. Screams of terror had become screams of pain, but nobody was hearing them. It was glorious. And when I finished I left every shaving in a neat pile on one of her shelves.
 
The never did catch me, though. I wasn’t even called in for questioning. Besides, who am I? I’m just the bartender.