Twelve years had turned Kazan into a monster wearing human skin.
In high school, Tami Gore had ruled the hallways like a sadistic princess. She and her crew had made "Fat Kazan" their favorite toy. They called him "disgusting pig fucker," "sweaty lard-ass," "cum-stained retard," and worse. Tami's favorite game was forcing him to his knees while she laughed and told him he'd never get pussy because no one would touch a "walking sack of shit" like him. She once made him eat food scraped off the cafeteria floor after she spat on it, all while filming and calling him "pathetic virgin bitch."
Kazan remembered every word. Every laugh. Every tear he'd swallowed.
Now he was *El Carnicero*. The Butcher. His syndicate drowned cities in blood and drugs. His body was scarred muscle, his hands had snapped necks and carved smiles into faces. Tonight he walked the rainy streets alone, hood up, needing silence from the screams that lived in his head.
Then he saw her.
Tami Gore stood outside the same dingy convenience store, yelling at the clerk for cigarettes. Her once-perfect body was gaunt and used-up. Stringy bleached hair, sunken eyes, track marks on her arms. The tight dress clung to her like a cheap rag.
Kazan crossed the street like a shadow.
"Need a light, whore?" he growled, voice low and rough.
Tami turned, eyes narrowing. She didn't recognize him. "Fuck off, creep. Unless you're buying me a pack, you ugly fuck."
He lit her cigarette anyway. She took it greedily, blowing smoke in his face. "You look like you got money. Wanna fuck? I'll suck your cock for fifty bucks. I used to be hot shit, you know."
Kazan's lips curled. "High school hot shit?"
She laughed bitterly. "Yeah. I ruled that place. Bullied this fat, ugly piece of shit named Kazan. God, he was pathetic. Sweaty, crying little bitch. We called him 'Fat Fuck,' 'Pussy Pig,' 'Dickless Loser.' I made him eat my spit and piss on his backpack while everyone watched. He probably killed himself by now. Good riddance to that disgusting tub of lard."
Something in Kazan snapped — not with rage, but with cold, surgical calm.
He stepped closer. "He didn't kill himself, you worthless cum-dump."
Tami blinked. "The fuck did you just—"
He yanked the hood back.
Her face went bone-white. The cigarette dropped. "No… no, no, you're not him. He was a fat, ugly—"
Kazan's hand shot out like a vice around her throat. "Say it again, Tami. Call me fat. Call me ugly. Call me your little bitch."
She clawed at his wrist, gasping. "Let… go… you freak—"
He slammed her against the brick wall. Her head cracked against it with a wet thud. Blood trickled from her scalp.
"Fight me, bitch," he snarled. "Like you and your friends did when you held me down. Fight like the tough cunt you used to be."
Tami panicked. She kicked, scratched, screamed. Her nails raked his cheek, drawing blood. Kazan laughed — a low, terrifying sound — and headbutted her hard. Her nose exploded in a spray of crimson. Cartilage crunched. She howled.
"You stupid fucking whore!" he roared, punching her in the stomach. She doubled over, vomiting bile and cheap liquor onto the wet alley floor. "You think you can still hurt me? Look at you now — a used-up street slut begging for dick and cigarettes."
She tried to run. He grabbed her hair and yanked her back so hard a chunk ripped free with a wet tearing sound. Blood matted her scalp. Kazan dragged her deeper into the dark alley, her heels scraping concrete, leaving bloody streaks.
"Help! Someone—!" Her scream was cut off when he smashed her face into the wall again. Teeth cracked. A molar flew out, clattering on the ground.
"Shut your filthy mouth, pig-fucker," he hissed, using her old insults against her. "You loved breaking me. Now I'm going to break every hole you have."
Tami was sobbing, blood pouring from her shattered nose and split lips. "Please… I was just a kid… I didn't—"
"Kid? You were a sadistic cunt who got off on my pain." He ripped her dress open with one brutal yank. Fabric tore. Her bra snapped. Exposed, bruised breasts heaved with terror.
She fought wildly — kicking, biting, clawing. Her knee caught him in the thigh. Kazan grunted and retaliated with a savage elbow to her ribs. Something cracked. She screamed in agony.
He threw her to the filthy ground. Rain mixed with blood and piss from a nearby dumpster. Kazan pinned her down with his weight, one hand choking her while the other tore her panties aside.
"Remember when you told me no one would ever want my disgusting cock?" he growled, unzipping. "Tonight you're getting it, you worthless rape-bait."
Tami thrashed, gurgling through blood. "No— no— please— I'm sorry— I'm so sorry—"
He forced her legs apart and thrust into her dry, tearing flesh. She screamed — a raw, animal sound that echoed off the walls. Blood lubricated the violation as he raped her violently, hips slamming like a machine. Each thrust bruised her insides, tore delicate tissue.
"You're tighter than I thought for a used-up whore," he spat, slapping her bloody face hard. "Cry louder, Tami. Cry like I did when you made me eat your shit off the floor."
She gagged, choking on blood and vomit. Her eyes rolled back from pain and terror. Kazan fucked her harder, one hand squeezing her throat until black spots danced in her vision. With his free hand he bit her breast savagely, teeth sinking in until blood filled his mouth. He tore a chunk of flesh free and spat it onto her chest.
Gore painted the alley: blood pooling under her head, smeared across her thighs, dripping from her torn pussy as he brutalized her.
"Beg me, you bullying cunt!" he roared, pounding deeper, destroying her. "Beg like the pathetic loser you made me."
Tami could only sob brokenly, body jerking with each violent thrust. "P-please… stop… it hurts… I'm dying…"
He laughed darkly and came inside her with a guttural groan, flooding her wrecked insides with hot seed. Then he pulled out, cock smeared with blood and cum.
But he wasn't done.
He flipped her onto her stomach, face pressed into the dirty puddle of blood and rain. Grabbing her hips, he forced himself into her ass, tearing the tighter ring of muscle. Fresh blood flowed. Tami's scream turned into a wet, gurgling wail as he raped her anally with the same savage force, fists pounding her back and kidneys.
"You're nothing now," he panted, yanking her hair so hard her neck strained. "Just a bleeding fuck-toy for the boy you destroyed. Feel that, Tami? That's every year of hell you gave me coming back into your shithole body."
She convulsed, shitting herself from the trauma, the warm mess mixing with blood between her legs. Kazan didn't stop. He kept raping her through it, through her broken sobs, through the way her body went limp from shock and pain.
When he finally finished a second time, he stood up, breathing hard, looking down at the ruined woman in the alley.
Tami lay there twitching, face a swollen, bloody mess. Nose flattened, lips split, one eye swollen shut. Her pussy and ass were torn open, leaking blood and semen onto the concrete. Bite marks bled on her breast. Bruises bloomed across her ribs and throat. A chunk of her own flesh lay beside her.
Kazan crouched, grabbed her by the hair, and forced her to look at him.
"Every night from now on, you'll remember this," he whispered. "You'll wake up screaming, pissing yourself, feeling my cock ripping you apart. That's your new PTSD, you fucking bitch. Welcome to my world."
He carved a single word into her thigh with his knife — deep enough to scar forever:
**PIG**
Then he stood, zipped up, and walked away into the rain, leaving Tami Gore broken, bleeding, and alive — just alive enough to suffer for the rest of her miserable life.
She never bullied anyone again.
She never felt safe again.
She became the screaming, traumatized wreck she had once created.
Some monsters are made.
Others are simply returned.