Ira's stomach twisted. She prayed — over and over — it wouldn't be her turn. Wouldn't be Rina's. Wouldn't be Alina's—
Ren emerged, dragging Alina by the wrist.
Alina fought like a trapped animal — nails raking Ren's arms, drawing blood in long red lines. She kicked, cursed.
Ren laughed, delighted. "Damn, this one's fierce! Scratching me to hell!"
She struggled, twisting and kicking, unwilling to give up.
"You make me sick. All of you. Disgusting fucking monsters."
Ren laughed,"Kai! Look at this little whore! She is a fucking wildcat! Clawing, cursing—look!"
Ren slapped Alina making her mouth bleed.
Alina kept screaming with bleeding mouth,
"All of you. Disgusting. You will rot in hell ! "
Girls were shocked to see how brave she is to shout at them like that.
Kai stepped forward slowly. Alina spat blood-flecked saliva at his shoes.
"You make me sick," she snarled up at him. "All of you. Walking piles of rot."
The balcony went deadly quiet. This time it was Kai.
They say the girl he fixes his gaze on has only one fate—death.
And she just spat blood at his feet.
Kai's expression didn't change, but something in his eyes turned blacker.
"Beg me," he said ordering. "Beg me to fuck you. Say the words."
Alina screamed—high, broken, furious. "Never."
"I'd rather die than beg in front of trash like you."
All the other girls were dead silent. Worried what might happen now!
Kai sat low on the ground before her, one knee folded beneath him while the other was raised, his boot planted firmly against the floor. The position made him look steady, grounded — controlled.
He leaned forward, closing the distance without hurry.
His hand shot out. Fingers twisted in her hair. Yanked her head back so hard her neck arched roughly—the tendons in her throat stood out.
"Beg. Me."
Kai said, "Beg me to fuck you or you will die today."
She stared up at him, eyes blazing.
Then she spat in his face.
A wet slap of saliva on perfect skin.
"Never!"
Kai wiped it slowly with two fingers. Then smiled — the coldest smile any of them had ever seen.
"You deserve to die."
He looked at the others. "All of you. No mercy. Take her apart."
They fell on her like starving dogs.
Alina screamed — raw, furious, unbroken even as clothes tore, hands pinned her, bodies forced themselves on her. One after another. Sometimes two at once. Bruises bloomed instantly. Blood smeared thighs. Her voice cracked into sobs, then silence, then broken whimpers.
The other girls on the balcony watched in frozen horror. Some vomited over the edge. Most just shook.
Ira's vision blurred with tears. Her best friend — the girl who'd held her when she cried about her family, the innocent girl who lost her sister, her world to the monsters— was being destroyed ten meters away by the same monsters.
Zara gripped Ira's left arm. Rina her right.
They knew how much Ira loved her bestfriend. She always stood up for her no matter how risky the situation was.
"We can't do anything," Zara hissed. "If we move they'll do the same to us. Please, Ira. Stay still."
Rina begged,
" Please Ira. Don't make any move. For us atleast."
Ira's heart shattered anyway.
When it finally ended, Alina lay crumpled on the floor—naked, bloodied, limbs splayed at wrong angles. Breathing in shallow, shattered gasps.
Kai came walking towards her bloodied body.
He crouched beside her. Voice almost gentle.
"If you don't want more… be a good girl. Jump."
Then he stood up, moving away.
Slowly, trembling — Alina pushed herself to her feet. Legs buckled twice. She caught herself on the metal. Blood dripped from between her thighs onto concrete. Every movement agony. Skin torn. Body violated beyond words.
She crawled to the balcony doorway. Pulled herself up on the railing.
Her back was to them; they could see every bruise, every red handprint, every smear.
She looked down at the courtyard.
Then she stepped forward.
No scream.
Just the sickening crack of her naked body hitting concrete two stories below — limbs splayed wrong, neck bent, blood pooling dark under her head. Upside down.
The school froze. A collective gasp rose from every window.
Kai stood. Brushed invisible dust from his sleeve.
"She spoiled the mood. Let's go."
The brothers followed without a word. Footsteps echoed down the hall, then stairs, then gone.
The surviving girls stumbled back into the classroom. Some collapsed crying. Teachers appeared — too late, useless.
Ira didn't move.
She stayed on her knees on the balcony.
Staring at the blooded ground where Alina was raped, staring at the railing where Alina had stood.
Her best friend.
Alina.
The girl who lost her sister to these same monsters. Who still smiled anyway. Who understood Ira when no one else did.
And the memories came—unbidden, merciless, beautiful.
Their first conversation in the library.
The rooftop conversations, the sketches, the hummings.
The afternoon sunlight catching Alina's short dark hair on the rooftop stairs while Ira sketched her mid-hum.
The tiny pressed jasmine flower Alina tucked behind Ira's ear one morning at the rooftop, whispering, "So you remember me even when I'm not there."
Late-night calls when nightmares came—Alina singing softly until Ira's breathing evened.
The double portrait Ira drew: Alina and Lana side by side, both singing, both glowing with light Ira had tried so hard to preserve.
Alina's tearful whisper on the stairs: "You're my best friend…. You make me feel the world safe for me."
Every moment flickered behind Ira's swollen eyes like lantern slides in a burning room.
Ira's shoulders shook.
The balcony was empty now.
The monsters were gone.
But Alina was gone too.
Gone.
Raped. Broken. Forced to choose between more hell and a two-story drop.
Ira's body locked rigid.
She did not cry.
She did not scream.
The ultimate pain is shook that makes one a statue of stone.
Fear burned away from her.
What remained was hatred.
Pure. Black. Deadly.
Hatred for Kai.
For Damon, Lucas, Leon, Victor, Ren, Vernon.
For every breath the Krossvales still drew.
She didn't want them dead— she wanted them erased in the worst way.
She wanted them screaming until their throats tore raw, until terror hollowed their eyes and left nothing but pleading.
Not quick bullets or merciful blades. She wanted them to feel it. Every second. Every breath. She wanted death to crawl over them slowly, to press down on their ribs until their screams cracked and their throats bled.
She wanted their skin split open like torn fabric. Wanted flesh ripped away in savage strips, heat and blood and agony lay bare to the air. She wanted the wet tear, the choke of pain — to echo long after their filthy bodies stopped moving.
No mercy. No clean endings.
Only ruin.
Only suffering.
To be continued.....