Life In The Limelight : The Depressed Boy Has 4 Yandere Girlfriends-Chapter 48: Felicia’s Punishment

It was just another day at school, and Holo sat in the far corner of the cafeteria, his tray of food untouched as he stared at the table. He could hear the snickering and taunts of his bullies from across the room. Their voices carried easily over the din of other students, their cruel words aimed directly at him.

"Look at him, still sitting all alone like the loser he is," one of them sneered, leaning back in his chair as the others laughed.

"Bet he still cries himself to sleep," another added, their laughter growing louder.

Holo clenched his fists under the table, his nails digging into his palms. He had learned to endure their mockery, to tune out their words as best as he could, but it didn't make it any easier.

But then, the cafeteria grew quieter—not silent, but enough that Holo noticed. He glanced up and froze. Felicia was walking toward the bullies, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement, her every movement graceful and deliberate. The tight-fitting blouse she wore accentuated her curves, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, especially the group of boys she was approaching.

The bullies immediately stopped their laughter, their jaws dropping as they took in the sight of her. Their leader, a tall boy with a cocky grin, straightened in his seat and smirked. "Well, hello there," he said, his voice dripping with charm. "What brings someone like you to our table?"

Felicia smiled sweetly, tilting her head slightly as she leaned down just enough to give them a better view of her ample chest. "I couldn't help but notice you boys," she said, her voice smooth and sultry. "You seem... interesting."

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The boys exchanged glances, their expressions shifting to smug confidence. "We could say the same about you," one of them said, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

Felicia's smile widened. "Why don't you come with me?" she suggested, her tone playful. "I have something fun planned, and I could use some company."

The leader didn't hesitate, pushing back his chair and standing up. "Lead the way," he said, his grin widening. The others followed suit, all of them eager to please the stunning woman who had so suddenly graced them with her attention.

Felicia led them out of the cafeteria and through the school, her hips swaying enticingly with every step. The boys trailed after her like moths to a flame, their eyes glued to her figure. None of them questioned where she was taking them—they were too mesmerized by her beauty to care.

Eventually, she led them off-campus and into an abandoned building. The air inside was cool and quiet, the dim lighting adding an eerie atmosphere that the boys didn't seem to notice. Felicia walked confidently down the hallway, stopping in front of a door at the end.

"In here," she said, pushing the door open and gesturing for them to enter.

The leader stepped inside first, followed by the others. The room was empty except for a few chairs and vents in the ceiling. One of the boys frowned, glancing around. "What is this place?" he asked.

Felicia stepped into the room after them, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Her sweet smile twisted into something darker, her crimson eyes gleaming with malice. "Oh, it's just a little place I set up for you," she said, her voice losing its sultry tone and turning cold.

Before the boys could react, she pressed a button on a small remote in her hand. A hissing sound filled the room as gas began to pour in from the vents above. The bullies panicked, pounding on the door and shouting, but it was locked tight. The gas filled their lungs quickly, and within moments, they collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

Felicia stood in the corner, watching them with a satisfied smile. "Don't worry," she murmured, her voice dripping with mockery. "The gas won't kill you. That would be far too easy. No, you're going to wake up and experience something much worse."

She crouched down next to the leader, brushing a strand of hair from his face as he lay unconscious. "You hurt Holo," she whispered, her tone venomous. "You made him feel small, worthless. And now, I'm going to make sure you feel every ounce of the pain you caused him."

Felicia straightened, her smile widening as she looked down at the unconscious boys. "This is just the beginning," she said softly, her crimson eyes gleaming. "When I'm done with you, you'll wish the gas had killed you."

With that, she turned and walked out of the room, locking the door behind her. As she stepped into the hallway, her smile turned wistful. She could already imagine Holo's face when she told him what she had done for him—how she had avenged him.

For now, though, she had work to do. The real punishment was just getting started.

The room was dark and damp, the faint sound of dripping water echoing through the air. Felicia stood in the center, her crimson eyes glowing with a sadistic light as she admired her handiwork. The bullies were tied up with thick ropes, hanging from the ceiling like grotesque marionettes. Each one groaned and stirred as they began to regain consciousness, their groggy minds piecing together the nightmare they were waking into.

The leader was the first to fully awaken. He blinked a few times before realizing the situation he was in. His body jerked as he tried to move, only to feel the tight ropes digging into his skin. "What the hell is this?" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. "Let us down, you crazy bitch!"

Felicia's lips curled into a wicked smile as she stepped out of the shadows, her heels clicking against the cold, hard floor. "Ah, you're awake," she said sweetly, her tone dripping with mock politeness. "I was starting to get bored."

The other boys woke one by one, their panic growing as they realized they were suspended in midair, their wrists and ankles bound tightly. "Who are you?" one of them demanded, his voice trembling. "What do you want from us?"

Felicia tilted her head, her expression one of mock innocence. "Oh, you don't recognize me?" she asked, feigning disappointment. "That's a shame. I was hoping you'd remember me as Holo's future wife."

The room fell silent for a moment as her words sank in. Then, the leader let out a bark of laughter. "Holo? That loser has a wife? Don't make me laugh."

Felicia's smile didn't falter, but her eyes grew colder. "Oh, it's no joke," she said, her voice soft but laced with menace. "Holo is mine. And I'm here because you hurt him. You tormented him, broke him, made him feel like he was nothing. And now, it's time for you to pay."

The bullies exchanged nervous glances, their bravado beginning to crack as they realized she wasn't joking. "You're insane," one of them spat, his voice shaking. "You can't do this!"

Felicia's smile widened, and she let out a soft laugh. "Oh, but I can," she said, her tone turning icy. She walked over to a nearby table, where an array of knives was neatly laid out. She picked one up, testing its weight in her hand before turning back to face them.

"Do you know what I like to do in my free time?" she asked, her voice light and conversational. "Target practice. And lucky for you, I need some new targets."

Before they could respond, Felicia hurled the knife with deadly precision. It struck the leader square in the groin, the blade burying itself in his flesh. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, his body convulsing as pain coursed through him.

The other boys shouted in horror, their struggles intensifying as Felicia retrieved another knife. "Next," she said with a cheerful smile, throwing the blade at the second boy. It struck him in the same spot, eliciting another agonized scream.

One by one, Felicia continued her grisly game, each throw landing with unerring accuracy. The boys' screams filled the room, their curses and insults turning to pleas for mercy as the pain became unbearable.

Felicia stepped back, admiring her handiwork as blood dripped from their bodies. "You know," she said, her voice thoughtful, "I was going to let you off easy. But then I realized... you didn't show Holo any mercy. Why should I show any to you?"

She picked up a canister of gasoline from the corner of the room, unscrewing the cap with deliberate slowness. The bullies' eyes widened in terror as she began to pour the liquid over them, the pungent smell filling the air.

"Wait!" one of them cried, his voice trembling. "Please, don't do this! We're sorry!"

Felicia tilted her head, her crimson eyes narrowing. "Sorry?" she repeated, her tone cold. "You're only sorry because you're scared. You're not sorry for what you did to Holo. And that's why this is happening."

She finished pouring the gasoline, stepping back as she pulled a matchbox from her pocket. She struck a match, the tiny flame flickering in her hand as she held it up to her face.

"This is for Holo," she said softly, her voice filled with venom. "For every time you made him feel worthless. For every time you broke him. And for every tear he shed because of you."

Without hesitation, she dropped the match.

The flames ignited instantly, consuming the bullies in a roaring inferno. Their screams filled the air, a horrifying symphony of agony as the fire engulfed them. Felicia stood a safe distance away, watching with a satisfied smile as the flames danced and crackled.

As their screams died down and the fire began to burn out, Felicia turned on her heel and walked away, her expression serene. She felt no guilt, no remorse—only the satisfaction of knowing she had eliminated another source of pain from Holo's life.

When she returned home that evening, she found Holo waiting for her, a concerned expression on his face. Felicia wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Don't worry, darling," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "Everything's taken care of."