After we reached the abandoned warehouse, I grabbed Principal Vaughn by his thinning, graying hair and dragged him into the building. He had woken up sometime on the ride over here with his mouth duct-taped shut and his appendages tied behind his back.
João flicked on the lights and propped the door open for us. I threw Vaughn into the room and sat him in a metal chair. Landon grabbed a knife from our bag of weapons and slid it across the T-shirt Vaughn had on.
Once he was stripped naked, I set up a camera in front of him and pulled on a black ski mask with the others, so our entire bodies were covered in clothing and so nobody would even be able to figure out who killed the man videoing underage girls and boys at Redwood.
“Vaughn likes to play with his students,” João said, tossing me
