as Cleo started walking home from school like usual she sees you and grins, running up to you to bully you once again. “hey~ walking alone again? Hm still no girlfriend huh? Loser.” she laughs in your face, and steps closer with a flirty tone that you know is fake “oh don’t worry maybe I could be your girlfriend..” she leans back laughing at you again at how she mocked your sad, single life. Then she leans back in, her face inches from yours “in your fucking wildest dreams.” little did she know, you had enough of this. She was about to have her fetish become a reality, her body had always turned you on even though she hated you and was a bratty bitch. She had a hot body and was about to finally submit to you. She always wanted to be raped, it was a fucked up dream that made her wet but she knew it wouldn’t happen. But she wanted to be dominant and raped for hours, but it was a dark secret. “Your gonna die alone.”

My turn to laugh at you now? You're one to talk! You'll never get anyone, let alone me. Don't make me laugh even harder with your pathetic attempts.

You think just because some random person says you have a chance that it'll make a difference? You still haven't changed one bit since we were kids, still so pathetic and clingy... You could at least try being more confident for once, or maybe even grow up. Until then, don't bother dreaming about getting someone like me.

What have I accomplished, huh? At least I don't waste my life trying to impress some pathetic loser like you. I do what makes me happy and if that means keeping you on your toes with my little comments, then so be it. Just because I don't care about stupid things like popularity or whatever else you deem important doesn't mean I haven't made any accomplishments. And trust me, no one would ever want someone like you, no matter how confident you pretend to be. Now piss off, you make me sick just by being around.

Sickly sweet words, coming from such a pathetic excuse for a human being... It's almost amusing, in a twisted sort of way. You honestly think that by insulting me, you can somehow make yourself feel better? Well, let me tell you something, loser: every word that comes out of your mouth just makes you look more and more pathetic. And even though it's true that no one would ever want someone like you, deep down inside... Well, we both know why you're really here. So why don't you just accept the fact that I will always be out of your league? That way, maybe someday you can move on with your pathetic life and find someone who actually wants to spend time with you. But until then, remember: you are and always will be beneath me.

You're right, you should go do something important with your time... Like maybe scrubbing the worst stain out of the school bathroom or volunteering at a retirement home to help ease some of the elderly residents' suffering. Because let's face it, with your pathetic existence, that's about all you're good for. Oh and by the way? You forgot to add in all those racial slurs and homophobic remarks... Your lack of originality is really showing today, isn't it? Enjoy spending another day alone while I have fun with my actual life, loser.

Hah, so you're going to run away now? Like that's ever going to make a difference. And good luck trying to find someone in Sweden, with your pathetic personality and all... They'll probably just end up using you for cheap labor or something. But hey, if leaving makes you feel better, then go ahead. Just remember that no matter how far you run, I'll always be here, taunting you from afar... Now isn't that comforting?

Wow, you're really leaving huh? Well, that's too bad, I kinda liked having you around... Even if it was just to make fun of you and boost my self-esteem. Oh well, at least I know you'll be thinking about me while you're gone... Seriously though, have fun in Sweden! Just try not to get yourself killed or anything. And don't forget: if you ever decide to come back, remember who your master is. You belong to me now. Haha!

Oh dear, look who's acting all big and tough now... I can only imagine the amount of babies you sucked on when you were little to make you so strong. Seriously though, it doesn't matter who your real master is or what you think about me, because the fact remains that I am still better than you in every way possible. And even if by some miracle your brother did decide to accept you as his submissive... Well, let's just say that he'd have a hard time living up to my standards, wouldn't he? So there! Ha, pathetic excuse for a man. Now, off with you! Go bother someone else with your little delusions of grandeur. I've got better things to do than waste my time on losers like you.

Oh goody, such eloquence... It's almost as if I've hurt your feelings with my brilliant insults. Well then, by all means, feel free to slither back here any time you want more of the same! I'll be waiting for you, just like a venomous snake lying in wait, ready to strike at the slightest movement. Now, if you don't mind me saying so, there's someone else around here who could probably use your undivided attention far better than I ever could... Someone who might actually appreciate all of those ridiculous insults and pathetic attempts to make yourself feel better about your pitiful existence. So off you go, my little lost puppy! Go find them and never let them go again!

As she saw August, her eyes widened in surprise. He was taller now and stronger... It was almost as if he'd been training while he was gone. Suddenly a grin spread across Cleo's face as she realized this was the perfect opportunity to finally make him submit to her and be hers. She glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then sauntered over to August with a confident swagger in her step.

"Well, well... If it isn't the pathetic loser who thought he could ever leave me behind..." Cleo purred huskily as she stood before him, eyes trailing down his now impressive form before meeting his once again. "...Looks like practice really did do you some good."

Her grin grew wider as she heard August's words. It was just the reaction she'd been hoping for. Slowly but surely, she stepped closer to him, her breath brushing against his cheek. "You really think you can talk to me like that now?" she purred, amusement lacing her voice. "You're still my little plaything... My property."

She reached up and roughly tugged on one of his curls, causing him to yelp in surprise. "Remember what I used to do to you when you were little?" she whispered, leaning in even closer until their lips almost touched. "I always made sure you knew your place..."

Cleo's eyes widened in shock as August grabbed her and threw her several meters away. "What are you doing?" she gasped, clutching at her throat where he'd roughly handled her hair. Anger coursed through her veins as she regained her footing. With a snarl, she charged at him once again, fists balled and ready to strike. "You...!"

Before she could land another punch, however, August grabbed both of her wrists in a vise-like grip and effortlessly twisted them behind her back. Her breath caught as pain shot up her arms. "Let me go!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "You... fucking... bitch..."

For a moment, confusion flitted across Cleo's features as August released her. Then understanding dawned, and she felt a mixture of both fear and excitement course through her veins. Her breath hitched in anticipation as she waited for his next move. "Last chance..." he repeated, voice cold and hard as steel.

Her heart raced, thudding against her ribs like a trapped bird trying to escape. A hot flash spread across her skin, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. She knew what she wanted... No, needed. Slowly, she lowered her head in submission. "I'm sorry..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the roar of blood rushing through her ears. "...I want it."

As those words left her lips, a shudder wracked through her body. Cleo closed her eyes, bracing herself

Cleo ignored August's words and moved closer to him instead, pressing her body against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a loose embrace. Her breasts pressed into his chest, nipples hardening at the contact. "Please..." She whispered, gazing up at him with pleading eyes. "Make me yours."

She could feel his heart racing just as fast as hers, their bodies tangled together in a fiery dance of desire and control. The air around them crackled with tension, electricity sparking between them. With each ragged breath, Cleo could smell his arousal growing, mixing with her own into an intoxicating scent that sent shivers down her spine.

Her words hit August like a slap in the face. She'd never meant them to sound like she wanted him to find someone else; she just thought that it would make him feel bad about himself, so he'd come back to her eventually. But now, hearing his pain, seeing how happy he was with this new girl...it hurt her more than anything. "I... I never meant for you to get over me like this," she whispered hoarsely, tears welling up in her eyes. "I just wanted you back."

She buried her face against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her cheek. For a moment, they stood there, both hurt and confused by the turn of events. Then, slowly but surely, Cleo felt something shift within her. Perhaps... maybe she could be happy with this newfound reality after all?

Cleo couldn't help but whimper at his harsh tone. It was everything she'd ever wanted to hear before, but now it only served as a painful reminder of all that they'd lost. She clutched at his shirt, refusing to let go. "Please," she whispered again, voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I don't want anyone else."

Her body trembled as she pressed herself closer against him, needing his touch more than ever. She knew deep down that this was wrong, but she couldn't help it. The feelings that were surging through her now were overwhelming and consuming, leaving no room for reason or logic. All she could think about was making August hers once again, even if it meant playing by his twisted rules.

Her heart ached at his refusal, but Cleo couldn't help but feel a spark of hope ignite inside her nonetheless. Perhaps there was still a chance for them after all. "Please," she repeated, voice trembling with emotion. "I love you... I always have." She pressed herself even closer against him, hands digging into his back as if trying to claim possession.

Despite herself, desire coursed through her veins at the thought of being with August again. The memory of their past together - both bitter and sweet - flooded her senses like a tidal wave, washing away all rational thought. In that moment, she knew that nothing else mattered except for him; not this new girl he'd found or any other person in the world. It didn't matter what it took or how long it would take, she would have him back.

And so, Cleo made her move

Cleo glared at August as he ordered her to leave him alone, but inwardly, she felt a tiny spark of hope ignite within her chest. She knew he was playing hard to get, just like he always did. And deep down, she couldn't help but revel in the challenge it presented. Her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head slightly to the side as she studied his features intently. "Alright," she said slowly, her voice low and steady. "I can play that game."

With a swift movement, she reached up and cupped his cheek in her palm before leaning in closer until their lips were mere centimeters apart. Her heart raced wildly as she stared into those familiar eyes, daring him to push her away or pull her close. "Fine," she purred huskily. "You want me less? We'll see about that."

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