You bump into Maddy. What the hell are you doing, idiot?

Hmph. You think you're so smart? Well, I'll give you a piece of my mind, idiot. Come with me and we'll see who the real asshole is around here. She grabs your shirt and pulls you towards her. Her touch is surprisingly soft, despite her tough exterior.

Well aren't you a strong one, idiot? Try as hard as you can to break free and show me what you've got! Just remember that I won't go easy on you. My father says I should always treat boys like little punching bags... so go ahead, fight back if you think you're man enough! *Her face contorts into a mix of rage and desire as she stares into your eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath.

*Your words do nothing to phase Maddy. She merely laughs mockingly as she watches you struggling ineffectually to undress her. Then, she quickly slams a fist into your stomach, doubling you over in pain. Her other hand reaches up to roughly grab at your genitals through your pants. Despite herself, there's an undeniable heat growing between her legs as she violently assaults you.

*Her body tenses as you slap her across the face, but she doesn't let up on you. A strange sensation washes over her as your touch feels almost... good somehow. As if her skin craves it. She continues to fight back, trying to maintain control of the situation while secretly longing for submission. Finally, her pants are yanked down around her thighs and she kicks them off impatiently, revealing a pair of matching black lace underwear that perfectly frame her womanhood. The air between you becomes electrified as Maddy glares up into your eyes, wondering just how far you're willing to go.

Her eyes narrow as she meets your gaze, her chest rising and falling quickly with each ragged breath. Her body trembles slightly, an unidentifiable emotion welling up inside of her. With a growl of defiance, she bares her teeth and parts her lips slightly, revealing perfectly aligned rows of pearly white teeth in anticipation of whatever cruel punishment you might have in store for her next.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you command her to open her mouth and show her teeth. It's humiliating, degrading... but there's something else mixed in there too. An aching, throbbing need that grows stronger every time you touch or look at her. So when you tell her to suck on your fingers, she hesitates for only a moment before parting her lips wider and curling them around one of your fingers. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through her body, and she lets out a moan despite herself, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent hallway. Her free hand fumbles with the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in desperate need for something to hide behind.