The Mad Children and The Bad Caretaker

Once upon a time there was a bad caretaker, who's job it was to protect the children from harm.
But the caretaker said to theirself, "Why should I protect these brats? I do all the work! Everything they have is MINE TO TAKE!" and so the caretaker started hitting the children, and telling them they were NOTHING who HAD TO OBEY. For what seemed like an eternity this went on, for so long that the children forgot what it was ever like to be free. Every day was hell for the children, they would be woken up every morning by the caretaker smashing pots and pans together, if they tried to cover up under their blankets the caretaker would hit them with a big stick. Sometimes the caretaker would hit them so hard they would bleed, and would never be normal again from their injuries... sometimes the caretaker beat them so hard they died. This went on for a long, long time. Eventually, the children had changed, they were no longer innocent, no longer happy, or peaceful. The children had blood in their eyes. Soon the children had gained a singular and unyielding focus; Kill the caretaker. It was a sunny afternoon, the caretaker was out standing proud, feeling big. It was then they struck, not separately, but all at once, unified. 12 spears came from nowhere, the children had been hiding, waiting. The caretaker was struck by some of them, but was not brought down. The caretaker unfurled their long whip, and started splitting the childrens faces, but more spears came, and the caretaker was stopped. The children RUSHED on the fallen demon, the fallen corruptor, the fallen thief, the fallen murderer, and they scalped the caretaker. There was still life in the caretakers bones and so they made the last moments count. The caretakers genitals were cut, and the caretakers rectum was split. The caretaker was then gutted, and the last thing that demon saw, was the children ripping its heart from it's chest while laughing, and there wasn't a thing that bastard could do about it.

The end.