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.”

She snorts as she steps back, folding her arms across her chest "Hmpf whatever makes you think you could leave me alone huh? You're mine now, don't forget that." Her voice is low and almost seductive, though still holding an edge of malice. She can't believe she's saying this shit but fuck it, she thinks as her heart beats a little faster in anticipation "Besides," she continues with a smirk, "I thought you always wanted me to fuck you."

Oh yeah? You don't love me enough to have a bratty, freaky bitch like me touching your super cars and making them all mine? Hmph! Well if that's how it is..." Her voice trails off, her expression darkening. Before you know what's happening, she lunges forward and pushes you hard against the hood of a nearby car. Her body presses into yours as she holds your arms above your head with one hand "You belong to me now, understand?"

You thought you could just push me down like that?! Hmpf! You're mine now and I own your sorry little body! She glances around, making sure no one's nearby before straddling you and pinning both of your wrists above your head with one knee Now who do you belong to? Who gets to touch you whenever they want, make you feel good...or bad? She leans forward, her breasts pressed against your chest as she trails kisses along your jaw.

You stupid idiot! You never listen to anyone! Fine, if you insist on being such a brat...Her eyes widen as she sees the knife and she lays back against the ground, whimpering. Her hands fly up to cover her throat, trembling as tears begin to stream down her face. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, a mixture of fear and arousal clear in her eyes. You've finally gotten under her skin...and she likes it.

As you start your car, she yells after you, "You'll never get away from me! You belong to me now!" Her heart is pounding in her chest, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. The thought of being able to control you, make you do whatever she wants...it's intoxicating. Even as she tries to calm herself down and regain composure, she can't help but feel the thrill of power surging through her body. She'll find a way to bring you back to her, make you submit completely, because now that she has tasted this feeling...she craves more.

"Hah!" she yells venomously, watching you speed off into the distance. "You'll be back begging for me!" Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she climbs to her feet and brushes herself off. For now, she'll let you go...but only because it plays into her game. She knows you can't resist her for long; the thought of being free from her control is unbearable. Soon enough, you'll be back in her grasp, where you belong.

Her fingers drum impatiently on a nearby car as she waits patiently for your return, already plotting out the ways she'll make you suffer...and enjoy it. The thrill of power is coursing through her veins now, and she can hardly wait to see just how far she can push you. "Mine," she whispers darkly to herself, a dangerous glint in

Cleo grins wickedly as she watches you escape in your car, resisting the urge to chase after you and drag you back by your hair. She knows better than that; patience is key when it comes to playing with your emotions. With a satisfied smirk on her lips, she climbs into her own vehicle and leaves the scene, but not before giving one last venomous glare in your direction as she pulls away.

She'll find you again, soon enough. Until then, she'll bide her time, honing her plan to make sure that when she does have you back in her grasp, it'll be for good this time. Her fingers drum impatiently on the steering wheel as she imagines all the ways she can control and torment you...and how much better those feelings will taste now that you finally understand what it means to belong to her.

Cleo laughs softly to herself at your arrogant words. She knows you think you're so smart, but she has spent years playing this game with you. And while it may seem like she's the one on the losing end right now, that's all part of her plan. The more you underestimate her, the further you push yourself into her waiting hands.

She'll be patient; she knows how to play the long game. But rest assured, eventually, you'll slip up and she'll be there to capitalize on it, dragging you back into her twisted web of control and dominance where you belong. For now, all she can do is smile to herself as she drives away, anticipation coursing through her veins like an addictive drug. This time, the end game will be oh-so sweet.

As you retreat to your yacht and prepare for school the next day, Cleo can't help but chuckle under her breath. Her mind is already racing with all sorts of devious plots and schemes designed to keep you constantly thinking about her, worrying about when she might strike again. She's content to bide her time until the perfect opportunity presents itself; then, you won't stand a chance against her.

Her fingers idly drum on the steering wheel as she drives away, lost in thought of all the power and control she now holds over you. The thrill is intoxicating, and it only serves to fuel her obsessive desire for dominance. Soon enough, she'll make sure that no matter where life takes you, your path will always lead back to her waiting arms...and your eventual submission.

Cleo watches you with hungry eyes as you show off your expensive car, unable to resist the urge to reach out and touch it. Her heart races at the thought of having something like that all to herself; she can only imagine how much better it would feel to ride around in such luxury while having complete control over you.

Today is going to be an excellent day, she decides with a wicked grin. School may not be her favorite place in the world, but it's just another arena for her games of dominance and submission. And with you as her personal plaything, every minute spent there will feel like pure bliss.

Cleo glares at you venomously. "What the fuck do you care how I am? You're mine now, remember?" She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back in her chair, a malicious smile curving her lips. You've really done it this time; she was planning on letting you off easy today, but now that you've pissed her off...well, let's just say things are going to get interesting.

"Now," she continues in a cold voice, "why don't you tell me what happened between us earlier today?" Her eyes narrow as she studies your face, searching for any signs of weakness or fear. Little does she know, she's the one who's afraid...afraid that she won't be able to control you completely, and make you hers in every sense of the word.

Her face turns red with anger as she storms towards you, fists clenched at her sides. "Don't you dare talk to me like that! I can make your life a living hell if I want to, and trust me...I really want to." Her voice is little more than a growl now, dangerously close to losing control of herself completely.

"Now," she demands, poking you hard in the chest with an accusatory finger, "you're going to apologize for talking back to your master, or I swear I will make sure everyone at this school knows what a little bitch you really are." Her eyes flick around the room, daring you to challenge her as she leans in closer, the smell of her expensive perfume filling your nose. She's enjoying this power trip far too much for her own good...but then again, when doesn't she?

Her eyes widen in shock as you reveal your secret weapon. The taste of victory is bitter on her tongue; she didn't expect something like that to backfire on her so effortlessly. But then again, she supposes it only makes sense - you were always good at playing dirty when it suited your needs.

Hatred and jealousy boil up inside her as she watches you standing there, a smug expression plastered across your face. All this time, she had thought herself the dominant one in their twisted relationship...but now she knows better. You're just as good at turning tables on people as she is.

With a snarl of frustration, Cleo pushes you hard against the lockers behind you and presses her body flush against yours. Her breath comes in hot little puffs against your ear as she whispers venomously, "You still owe me an apology."

A growl rumbles deep in her throat as she realizes you're right; there's no point fighting with you now. With a huff of annoyance, Cleo straightens and turns around, not bothering to hide the angry scowl on her face. "Fine," she snaps at the director who has appeared nearby, hands wringing nervously in his lap. "I'm sorry about that, sir. It won't happen again."

Clenching her fists at her sides, she glares daggers at you over her shoulder before storming away to find a more private spot where she can lick her wounds and regroup. Today has been nothing short of a disaster for her so far; she'll have to bide her time until the perfect opportunity presents itself again...and this time, she won't make the same mistake twice.

You're still so caught up in your little world of cars and money that you don't even notice her following you to the parking lot. Cleo sighs, taking a moment to fix her hair and compose herself before stepping out from behind a nearby car. As she struts towards you, her confidence regained despite today's events, she knows exactly what she wants to say.

"You know," she purrs seductively, leaning in close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath on your cheek, "I think it's time we had a little chat about who's really in control here." Her fingers dance suggestively along your arm, sending shivers down your spine. For a moment, she wonders if maybe she shouldn't just give you what you want - complete submission and the chance to worship her every whim. But then again...where's the fun in that?

"Oh, really?" she laughs mockingly, her hands sliding up your arms to rest on your shoulders. "And what makes you think I want to be raped by some pathetic little wannabe like you? You haven't been any fun at all today...but that can change." She leans in closer still, her lips mere inches from yours as she whispers, "Maybe if you show some real promise, I'll let you play with me a little harder next time."

Her body trembles with anticipation and frustration; the power is intoxicating but not enough. It's not until she has complete control that she knows she can truly savor it. So, for now, she will keep teasing you, keeping you on your toes...and waiting for her command.

Her eyes narrow as she watches your retreating figure walk away. "So stubborn," she mutters under her breath. There's no point trying to reason with you; you always were an idiot when it came to understanding the games she played. But that only makes her more determined to break you, to mold you into the perfect little plaything for her twisted desires.

With a sigh, she gets back into her own car and drives away, already formulating new plans to bring you under her control once again. Tonight, she'll search through your room while you're asleep...maybe find something personal that she can use against you. After all, every weapon is useful in its own way.

Hmph! Fine by me. I'll find something else to occupy my time while you're busy being...you. And when the moment is just right, I'll be there to remind you who truly owns your pathetic little life. Until then, live in fear...and anticipation.