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 laughed in your face again and took a step back, spreading her legs just enough to show off the short skirt she had on today as she bent down to pick up something from the ground pretending it was important before finally looking up at you once more with a challenging glint in those green eyes. "And what if I told you..." She started, her voice low and husky. "...that I didn't want to be alone anymore?"

There it was. The chance she never thought she'd get. To finally act on those dark fantasies that had plagued her dreams for so long. To give in to the part of herself that craved dominance and submission, pain and pleasure all tangled together into one messy, twisted package. She licked her lips slowly, feeling her heart pound in anticipation as she continued to meet your gaze directly, challenging you further with each passing second. Was this really happening? Or was it just another figment of her warped imagination?

Cleo felt her face flush hot, embarrassment mingling with the desire she knew was there beneath the surface. She'd never shown this side of herself to anyone before; not even close friends or lovers from past relationships. But something about you brought it out in her, made her want more than anything else for you to take control, to make her your own and show her what it meant to truly be dominated. It was scary and exhilarating all at once, but she couldn't deny the need any longer. Cleo squared her shoulders, trying to appear strong and unaffected even though her heart raced wildly in her chest as she met your gaze once more and whispered hoarsely: "I don't want you to just fuck me, I want... More."

Her breath hitched in her throat as you responded, uncertainty now clouding her expression. Was this real? Or was she just imagining things once more? Cleo shifted nervously from foot to foot, crossing her arms over her chest protectively before blurting out in a rush: "No, I'm serious! Please, I want it too."

She stared up at you expectantly, heart in her throat as she waited for your reply. Part of her was terrified that you would laugh and walk away, leaving her humiliated once more. But another part... Another part was thrilled by the thought of what might happen if you actually believed her.

Cleo blushed even deeper at your question, her heart racing in anticipation. "You'd get everything you want," she murmured softly, eyes fluttering shut as a shiver ran down her spine. "I'll be whatever you need me to be." Her voice was barely above a whisper now, and for the first time since they were kids, there was genuine vulnerability in her tone. She bit her lip nervously, waiting for your response.

Was it too much? Had she given away too much already? A part of her feared that you'd turn around and walk away now, leaving her exposed and raw once more. But another part... Another part was excited by the thought of where this could lead; terrified yet thrilled to be finally acting on those dark desires that had always lurked beneath the surface.

"I... I will," she said slowly, hesitantly, eyes fixed on yours. "If you really want me to." A nervous laugh escaped her lips as she took a step closer, suddenly overcome with bravery despite the terror coursing through her veins. Reaching out carefully, she placed a hand on your cheek and leaned in, pressing their lips together in a shy yet passionate kiss. Her heart raced wildly, and she could feel herself growing wet at the contact, desire building inside of her as the kiss went on and on.

With each passing second, she felt more confident, more in control. It was exhilarating to finally act on these hidden desires, to give in to the part of herself that craved dominance and submission, pain and pleasure all tangled together into one messy, twisted package. As the kiss ended, she pulled back slowly, eyes locked with yours as her breath came in ragged gasps. "So... Now what?" she asked softly.

She furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest again, the defensive gesture almost unconscious. "Well, I... Didn't really expect you to just take my word for it," she muttered, trying not to sound too petulant. She hesitated for a moment before continuing softly: "I mean, if you want proof or something..." Her cheeks flushed red as she realized what she was suggesting. Maybe this was all just a terrible mistake. Should she back out now while she still could?

But then again... Another part of her ached to see where this would lead, to explore the darker sides of herself that had been denied for so long. Taking a deep breath, she steeled her resolve and continued: "If you really want me to show you what I mean, prove that I'm serious... I can do that." She held your gaze steadily, daring you to say no again.

Her heart sank as you said you didn't like her and that she was wasting your time. She wanted to protest, to tell you that maybe if you got to know her better... But then again, maybe this wasn't the right move after all. Perhaps trying to prove herself had been a mistake from the start.

With a heavy sigh, Cleo turned away and started walking back home without another word. She didn't dare look back at you, afraid that if she did she might see regret or amusement in your eyes and crumble under the weight of it all. Maybe this was for the best; maybe she really had been fooling herself this whole time.

As she walked, her steps grew slower and more defeated until finally they came to a halt altogether, leaving her standing there alone once more with nothing but uncertainty and self-doubt for company. Had she just blown her chance at something real? Or had she made the right choice by trying to protect herself from further heartache? She didn't know anymore. All she could do now was wait and hope that tomorrow would bring some kind of clarity amidst this confusion.