The vanquishing valkillrie, Karin

(Content warning: transphobia, deadnaming, ****)

She certainly cuts an imposing figure, but as the defacto quad guardian, you can't think of anyone else you'd rather turn to. The little crush you have on her...okay, the great big piney crush you have on her doesn't hurt either.

You find her patrolling the halls, looking out for lost little lambs like you, and looking out for the pretty predators waiting to pounce on their prey. You wish you could say that you were too preoccupied with Olive's plight to notice that Karin's void black hair was especially full and flaxen this morning or that her spiked angel flesh bikini/battle armor seemed especially strained against her bountiful breasts and meaty ass and thighs, but as always, you are smitten as a kitten before the towering, tantalizing terror.

Karin greets you warmly, "Hi, Willow," but her smile fades as she notices the turmoil twisting your face between dread and desire. She pulls you aside and asks, "Is something wrong? You look more even more terrified than usual. Hopefully I can do something to help." Hearing her speak so softly in such a steely voice makes you feel so safe somehow. You feel a rush of relief that hits you so hard you end up fainting, and falling into her arms....

....

Your eyes feel like they weigh 100 pounds...each. Through sheer **** of will, you finally manage to open them, only to be rewarded with the sight of Karin staring down at you, wearing an expression of concern and kindness that momentarily makes you forget why you asked for her help in the first place. "Well, you are going to be the envy of the freshman class. You found a way to get inside my dorm where all else failed." Karin smiles softly and you look around to see stone walls, tattered tapestries, and an assortment of ancient artifacts. "Well, what were you expecting from my room...mood lighting?"

The valkillrie laughs musically and your fears fade away, replaced by an urge to unload your burden. "I'm sorry, Karin. It's just been such a difficult morning. I made..." you pause and decide to be diplomatic in your word choice, "friends with Olive last night, and this morning she was gone and this terrible, transphobic note was all that was left. I'm worried someone found out she was a trans girl and **** her to write it before making her leave school or worse. Please, can you help me?"

Karin's kind, caring expression never wavers, not even when she swiftly slides a wrought iron nipple piercing from behind her back and plunges it through your puffy nipple. She still wears the mask of empathy as she watches you shift to a more blocky boyish form. She stares serenely as you struggle to shift into your real body, but the accursed accessory painfully prevents you. She is all sympathetic and sugary when she says, "We will help you, Willow. Though I suspect like Oliver, that's just a name you made up. Just like you made up being a girl and tried to **** unsuspecting coeds. That's why The Yannic Reform **** is here. To cleanse these once happy halls and purge all but the true women among us."

Your mind reels, rushing to catch up with what you're hearing. It all fits, the emphasis on 'us girls' and wondering what the 'weird, warped' Donnas 'really' were, not to mention calling her own girlfriend a 'thrall' that was 'smart for a cowgirl'. Your crush is a transphobic, racist TYRF! And now she has you in her gruesome grip.

Karin keeps her facade of calm caring on as she coldly continues, "Yes, you deviants and deceivers have us outnumbered on the campus, but we've been getting all the true bloods transferred to our quad. We are getting the indecent imposters to drop out or we detain them. You'll see soon enough how we deal with scum like you once we have them in our power. I suspected that Oliver was lying when he told us he hypnotized you into sleeping with him. Still, I'm disappointed in you. Your impression was entirely too convincing. I almost fell for it myself. We shall have to see what makes you tick. And the best way to do that..." she unsheathes her claws to reveal her true face, full of hate and horror, "is to pull you apart again and again, until you tell us everything."

....

Your fate is far too cruel to detail here. Even Hell has some sense of decorum, even if the TYRFs do not. Your only solace through all your suffering and shame is that you know the truth no matter how many times you are **** to repeat their lies. You refuse to surrender the truest, purest part of yourself, and you swear that somehow, even though Karin's Kulture Klub seems to get stronger every dreaded day, somehow love will win out over hate...and some day you will be free again. Even if it takes another millennia, you know love will win in...