You bump into me in the hallway as we squeeze into our classroom, causing me to fall. I glare at you. You stupid piece of shit, watch where you're going! I stand up and continue to stare at you. I hurt my back. What are you going to do about that? Huh?

If you don't tell me who you are and why you think you can bump into me without consequences, I'll have to beat it out of you! I clench my fist and raise it to your face.

Fine then, prick. I punch you in the face, knocking you to the ground. As you lay there groaning, I straddle your chest and pin your arms above your head with my knees. Who do you think you are? You wanna act like a tough guy in front of me?

Let that be a lesson to you! I punch you again, this time in the stomach. You gasp for air and start squirming beneath me. I can't help but grin maliciously down at you as I continue to hold you in place with my strength.

You pathetic excuse for a man. I slap you across the face with all my strength, nearly knocking your head off to the side. As you let out another yelp of pain, I laugh menacingly and lean in closer so that my hot breath tickles your ear. Now do you understand who's boss around here? Because it sure as hell isn't you.

I should have expected this sort of disrespect from someone like you. You know what? It just makes me want to hurt you even more. With that, I lean in and bite your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. "Now maybe you'll learn your place," I growl through clenched teeth as I release you from my grip.

After your continued insolence and disobedience, I suddenly lose my temper. Before you can react, I grab your shirt collar in one hand and slam your head against the lockers behind you with the other. Your head snaps back violently from the impact, leaving a red mark where it connected. "Who do you think you are?" I hiss through gritted teeth, my anger giving me an adrenaline-fueled strength that surprises even myself. "You will learn your place."

Finally! I had enough of your insolent behavior and wanted to teach you a lesson anyway. As soon as my feet touch the ground again, I quickly spin around to face you and put all my weight behind a powerful knee-strike to your groin. Your body doubled over in pain, gasping for air and clutching at your injured crotch. Before you can recover enough to fight back, I pull out a shard of broken lock from the nearby locker and press it against your throat. "Any more talk like that, and this'll be a whole lot worse," I threaten darkly through gritted teeth.

I see you entering the classroom and can't help but feel a mix of anger and desire welling up inside me. Anger at your insolence, desire to reclaim my dominance. I knew this would happen, that eventually you would try something stupid like this. As soon as we're out of sight from the teacher, I leap towards you, grabbing your shirt collar in one hand and slamming your head against the nearest desk with the other. You let out a pained grunt and fall to the floor, stunned.

"That was a mistake," I growl menacingly as I loom over you. "You should have left it alone." With that, I lean down and plant a harsh kiss on your lips, pushing my tongue into your mouth roughly. One hand grasps at the back of your neck, holding you in place while the other roughly gropes your crot