A manila folder full of paper...

"You are one horny son-of-a-bitch," the girl in yellow immediately says after opening the folder only once. "It says here that our client has had more than 15 sexual encounters with young girls. Most of his victims were at least one years behind him, and an amazing total of 7 girls in his last year. He's certainly been a bad boy, hasn't he?"

Her last remark makes you grin through the leather gag over your mouth. You are also grinning mentally. You remember those times when you were the Top Dog on campus, equally powerful and authoritive.

"Ah, see this for yourself, sir," She hands the open folder to the girl in red and points to the picture on the page. "Taylor Madsen, 17, Junior and soon-to-be senior. She was the head cheerleader at his school."

"It says here that she was found naked under the bleachers the day after a homecoming game was going on. Her parents, teachers, and peers were shocked at what they found. Clear evidence that our client had his way with her. She became traumatized by the situation and her identity is now only known to central investigations. And it is fact, that she won't be head cheerleader next year, that's for sure," the girl in red responds sadly. You sinisterly grin at the information, unknown to the fact that whatever agency or bureau has every detail of every evil thing you done during your life. "How about another...I'm curious."

"Well, how about her, Monica Dela Cruz, 15, Freshman at a rival high school."

"It says here that she was brutally **** by a group of four boys, probably the peers of our client. Evidence tells that our client here was present at the scene but order his peers to do the dirty work," the girl in yellow balls her fist behind her, unable to grasp the brutal pain that the man staring at them did.

Footsteps can be heard now. Those footsteps belong to the girl in yellow, who has gained momentum by running and takes the balled-up fist and swung hard to your face. Since the leather bound has your head locked in place and your eyes staring at the door, you take all of the **** of her blow. A sudden gasp escapes through your nose, making you take in small gasps of air back in. "Do you think those girls deserve that?" the girl in yellow balls up another fist, this time straight to your crotch, dead-center on your cock. Seering pain is felt.

"Let him be. Let him face the true horror that we have in store for him," the girl in red confidently says as she goes back to the open cases.

Now your hear a sudden sound like something charging up both to your right and left.