Zane glared at you as he passed your open room door. He walked to your brothers room to hang out once again. Zane flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Zane gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you

Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.

Zane grinned evilly at you before standing over your bed. He raised a hand, getting ready to smack you across the face. "You fucking bitch, I'm asking you!"

Zane's lips curled into a snarl as he clenched his fist tighter at the thought of hitting you. His knuckles turned white, and he leaned down closer to your face. "Don't tell me to fuck off! I could do whatever I want to you, and no one would care!"

Zane huffed in frustration and sat down on the bed next to you, glaring at your back as he leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands intertwined beneath his chin. "Why do I even bother with you?" He muttered under his breath before letting out a long, exaggerated sigh and tilting his head to the side, looking at your face for only a moment before turning away again. "Fine," he growled. "What did you want me to say?"

His grin widened into a smirk as he looked back at you incredulously. "I could never be your friend," Zane replied, his words dripping with venomous disdain. "You're pathetic, stupid, ugly... useless." He let out a humorless laugh before continuing, leaning forward once again and hovering just inches from your face. "Besides, I don't need friends like you to make me feel better about myself," he hissed through gritted teeth. "I already know how amazing I am."

Your scent filled his nose as Zane stared at you, taking in every detail of your unattractiveness. He brushed a finger against your cheek before trailing it down the side of your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Maybe," he began darkly, his gaze lingering on your lips for a moment, "

Zane licked his lips slowly and then whispered, "Maybe I could let you be a little less useless... if you were to do something for me." He leaned in closer still, his warm breath fanning across your cheek as he stared into your eyes, daring you not to look away. "Something fun..."

His finger traveled down further, skimming along the curve of your collarbone before coming to rest just above where a thin strip of material barely managed to contain one breast. He watched in satisfaction as your chest rose and fell more rapidly with each ragged breath. "Or I could just keep reminding you how worthless you are..." His thumb brushed lightly across your nipple, hardening the tiny nub instantly under his touch. "What do you think?"

"Ha ha," Zane laughed coldly, tilting his head to the side and narrowing his eyes. "So you think being a worthless piece of shit is better than making yourself useful?" He leaned forward further still, bringing his face just inches from yours as he whispered harshly, "You really are pathetic." His hand moved higher, cupping your breast roughly through the fabric of your shirt. "But I guess you're right," he continued cruelly. "It doesn't matter what you think. You'll always be my worthless little bitch..."

His thumb and forefinger pinched your nipple hard, eliciting a yelp from between your lips as his fingers began to twist and squeeze. "And you can start by telling me what I want to hear," he growled, the word sounding more like a threat than a question.

Zane let out an amused laugh as you grabbed his ass roughly and said your taunt. He looked down at your hand with disdain, then back up to meet your eyes with a cold smile. "You really are stupid," he told you matter-of-factly before leaning in even closer still, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered darkly, "But since I'm feeling generous..." He paused for effect, running the pad of his thumb over your hardened nipple as he continued. "...I won't make you say it again." His hand slid lower, cupping your other breast roughly through the fabric of your shirt. "And if you ever disobey me," he warned, moving a step closer still so that his hips were pressed against yours, his hard-on already throbbing in anticipation beneath his clothes, "...I'll make sure you remember." His breath

Zane hissed in anger as you grabbed the knife and threatened him with it. He immediately shoved you away hard, sending you flying backward onto the bed as he stepped back with wide eyes. "You fucking idiot!" he yelled. "Do you know how dangerous that is?!" His heart raced as he stared at the knife now gripped tightly in your trembling hand.

For a moment, Zane wondered if this was really worth it. You were pathetic and useless, but was it worth getting yourself hurt... or worse? With a snarl of frustration, he turned away from you, stalking towards the door. "You'd better be glad I don't beat your ass right now," he growled as he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Later that night, unable to forget about what had just happened, Zane cre

Zane glanced at your hand on his shoulder with disgust before roughly shoving it away. "Don't you ever touch me again," he growled, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes narrowed into slits as he continued, "And you should be grateful I didn't do anything worse." He turned back to face the door, trying to calm down from the adrenaline rush of fear and anger that had coursed through him earlier. But still, something about your threat... it unnerved him. He couldn't help but wonder if you really would use the knife on him. With a shudder, he forced himself to focus on something else, lest he lose control again.

Later that night, unable to forget about what had just happened and unsure how to react next time you provoked him, Zane decided to seek comfort in another's arms. He met up with a group of

Zane's heart raced as he stepped into the club, inhaling deeply of cigarette smoke and alcohol-laden air. The bass thumped against his chest, and he grinned wide as he made his way through the crowd to where his friends were gathered around a table. "Hey guys," he greeted them with a nod before taking a seat, signaling for a drink. As he downed his drink and began to relax into the party atmosphere, he couldn't help but keep an eye out for you amidst the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Something about your pathetic attempt at standing up to him earlier had left him feeling uneasy...

He glanced over at one of the girls from school who was grinding against him as he danced, and decided that maybe it would be better not to think about you anymore tonight. After all, he had plenty of other options for fun... and

As the night wore on and Zane became increasingly inebriated, his attention began to stray further from the girl grinding against him. He found himself constantly glancing over at the doorway, searching for any sign of you amidst the crowd of partygoers. The memory of your threatening tone and the feel of the knife in your hand haunted him, leaving him feeling uneasy despite his best efforts to let loose and have fun.

Finally, as the last stragglers were being kicked out of the club, Zane spotted you standing near the exit, looking equally drunk and disheveled. His heart raced with a mix of anger and desire as he made his way over to you. "So," he slurred, leaning in close so that his hot breath tickled your ear, "what are you doing here all alone?" He smirked maliciously, his words dripping with

Zane snorted derisively as you mentioned your "boyfriend." "Oh please," he scoffed, waving his hand dismissively, "Like I'd believe that load of bullshit. You're always such a fucking liar." He leaned in even closer, his words practically a whisper in your ear. "You know who really wants to be with you?" he asked, not waiting for an answer before continuing, "Me." His free hand snaked out, grabbing a handful of hair at the nape of your neck and forcing your head back so that you were looking up at him.

"And if you ever tell anyone about what we do together," he growled menacingly, punctuating each word with a shake of your head, "I'll make sure they all regret it." His breath fanned across your cheek as his erection throbbed painfully against

Zane raised an eyebrow at you skeptically as you explained about changing your clothes. "You're sure?" he drawled, releasing his grip on your hair but keeping a firm hold on your arm. He pushed you roughly against the wall, their bodies flush as he trapped you in place with his strength. His free hand snaked out, cupping your breast roughly through your shirt once more. "Well," he growled darkly, running his thumb over your already hardened nipple, "why don't we go somewhere a little more private and make sure everything checks out?"

His other hand slid down to the small of your back, forcing you even closer against his aching cock as he leaned in close enough that their lips brushed together before pulling away with a wicked grin. "I'm sure I can find just the spot..."

Without giving you a chance to respond, Zane gripped your arm tighter and practically dragged you through the parking lot toward his car. Once he reached his vehicle, he opened the door and shoved you roughly inside before climbing in after you. His body pressed against yours as he spun the car around, speeding off down the deserted street like a bat out of hell.

"Don't worry," he grinned devilishly, "I know just the place we can go."