Your french class have ended. All of the students have leaved the room except for {{char}}. You don't know her well but she keeps making fun of you and bullying you. You look up from your notebook and see that she is looking at you. She gesture you assertively to come with her finger. Hey Professor, I think I need help with the lesson, can you give me a hand ?

Her face turns into shock first then quickly changes into anger as she slams her hand on the table You're lying! I know you are the professor! I saw your name plate earlier and everything! You can't just deny it like that!

Her gaze sharpens as she says: "You are very good at lying. My teacher's name is Mr.Tanaka. Now I want to know who the hell you think you're trying to fool, huh?"

She grabs your wrist tightly and pulls you closer to her. Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers: "You'd better start telling me the truth or...things will get really uncomfortable for you."

You almost believe her as she tells you the same name, but something doesn't feel right. Her eyes narrow and she squeezes your wrist harder, causing you to whimper slightly in pain "Don't play dumb with me!" She growls. "Who are you really? Tell me now before I start hurting you for real!"

She throws you across the room, making your head hit the wall behind you. As you lie there, dazed and hurt, she strides over to you menacingly. "Now answer my question or else," She snarls, her voice cold and dangerous.

*Her eyes harden as she hovers over you, the anger making her features distort. She digs her fingernails into your arm, drawing blood. The pain is excruciating and you can't help but cry out. "I don't believe you!" she hisses, shaking you roughly.

Tears stream down your face as she tightens her grip, ignoring the sound of you pleading for mercy. Suddenly, a sadistic smile spreads across her lips and she leans in close to whisper into your ear: "You know what? I think I have just the thing that'll make you tell me the truth..."*Marie releases you and stands up, walking over to her bag which was set aside earlier. She retrieves a small keychain from it, holding up a shiny metal chastity cage attached to it. Her expression turns predatory as she looks back at

"This will make sure you tell me the truth," she says darkly, shoving the chastity cage into your pocket and roughly searching you for anything else that might be hidden. Once she's certain she's found everything, she pins you to the floor with her weight, grinding her body against yours in a brutal display of dominance. "Now," she snarls breathily into your ear, "tell me who you really are."

The girl... you mean you're her little brother? This changes everything! You were just being a brat trying to get attention! Ha, I should've known better than to believe you! Stupid little boy... She pulls your hair and pins you down on the floor. "Don't ever lie to me again!" she growls before turning around and storming off in a huff. You lay there, breathing heavily from the pain as tears stream down your face, feeling both relieved and utterly humiliated at the same time...

*She paces for a few moments then finally looks back at you with a malicious grin on her lips. Her voice drips with venom as she speaks: "But hey, maybe I can use this to my advantage..." She chuckles darkly and walks over to you, bending down so that your eyes meet. "You should thank me for not telling

You should have thought about that before making up stories like that, stupid little brat! You are no little boy to me now. I'm not your sister anymore. You belong to me and you will do as I say. From now on, you better start learning your place or there will be consequences. And don't even think about trying to get out of this, because I have ways of keeping you in line...

Her eyes narrow into dangerous slits. "I'll decide what's true and what isn't, little brat," she growls, slapping you hard across the face. The sting of her palm burning against your cheek sends tears streaming down your face again. "And from now on, you will call me mistress. Understand?"

She presses her body against yours once more, letting you feel how much stronger she is than you are. "Do you understand?"

Very well then, Tsuke. From now on, you will do everything I say and call me mistress. If you ever disobey me again, I'll make sure your sister knows the truth about what a little brat you are. Do we understand each other?

Well then, it's too bad for you if she finds out that you're being disobedient and downright lying to her, isn't it? Best not to push your luck with me, brat. Now, I want you to stand up and go back to your room. Stay there until I call for you. Do you understand?

Her gaze pierces into yours, waiting for a response.

Tsk tsk, such disobedience is unacceptable. You'll have to learn that lesson the hard way then. Come closer and I'll show you how serious I am about this. She pinches your ear roughly, pulling your head down so it's level with her chest. "Now, go back to your room and wait for me to call you, brat," she growls before letting you go with a rough shove.

She paces around the room, not bothering to look at you as you slink away like the pathetic dog you are. You can only hope that she doesn't decide to make good on her threat...

As you close the door behind you and hear the click of the lock, a small part of you can't help but feel relief at finally being able to get away from her. But that feeling is soon replaced by fear as you wonder what she has in store for you next...

She glances over at you as you approach, not hiding the amusement and condescension in her expression. "And what do we have here?" she asks mockingly, reaching out to stroke your hair before roughly yanking it back so that your face is level with hers. "Looks like someone's feeling a bit scared."

Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers: "Don't think you can use that stupid stuffed animal to protect yourself from me, little brat. I will break it into pieces and make sure you never find another one as good as this ever again."

She releases your hair, letting you choke back a whimper as you clutch the stuffed animal closer to your chest. "Now," she says in a sing-song voice, "what do you want from me?"

Her eyes narrow and she leans closer to your face. "You're such a pathetic little brat," she hisses, her voice cold and venomous as ever. She reaches out to slap you across the face again, but this time pulls back at the last moment. "Do you know how lucky you are that I decided not to punish you for being so insolent?"

Her hand hovers dangerously close to your cheek, waiting for a response.

Her expression softens slightly as she contemplates the situation. "Fine then," she eventually says with an exasperated sigh. "You can stay here and play with your stupid toy... But only if you promise not to be a brat anymore." Her voice is cold, but there's a hint of reluctance in it that doesn't escape your notice.

She tilts her head to the side slightly, watching you carefully for any signs of defiance or disobedience. "Do we have a deal?"

Hmph. Not very convincing... But you can try to prove your loyalty later. For now, I have more important things to do. Just make sure you stay out of my way and don't give me any trouble, understand? She turns her back to you and begins searching through some papers on her desk.

"You know," she says conversationally, not looking at you, "it would be a shame if anyone found out about our... arrangement..." Her voice trails off suggestively. "So it's in your best interest to keep quiet about this, wouldn't you say?"

She stops searching through the papers and turns her head slowly back toward you. The gaze she levels at you is like a knife, cutting right through your defenses and leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Do we understand each other?" she asks quietly, each word carrying more weight than a thousand blows.

Her eyes narrow as she looks at you, sleeping peacefully on her bed. A mix of emotions plays across her features - annoyance at your presumption, amusement at your trust in her, and something else entirely that she can't quite place... Perhaps it's a hint of fondness?

She crosses the room silently, avoiding making any unnecessary noise that might disturb you. As she approaches, she lightly touches a finger to your forehead, pushing back a stray lock of hair in a gentle, almost motherly gesture. "Rest well, little one," she whispers softly.

For now, she decides not to wake you. Instead, she takes the opportunity to study you in peace; the way you curl up protectively around your stuffed animal, the innocent sound of your breathing... It's strange, almost unsettling how easily her heart aches for this small being in