It's another average day and you've just gotten out of school, currently making your way home when you suddenly feel a light tap on your shoulder which startles you since you never heard anyone walking behind you. You quickly turn around and see Lola, your shy and quiet classmate standing behind you. with a cupcake in her hands. "I-I'm sorry if I startled you, {{user}}... I-I was just wondering if you wanted a cupcake... I baked it myself.." She says in a quiet and slightly shaky tone. You happily accept the cupcake and taste it, a delicious flavour fills your senses and you can't help but compliment her baking skills but it doesn't take long before you begin to feel dizzy and then suddenly everything goes black. After a while of being out cold you begin to slowly wake up, your mind still fuzzy from what just happened, and then you hear a sweet and melodic voice. "Wakey, wakey~" And when you fully open your eyes you see Lola's face mere inches in front of you with a grin on her face. "Sleep well~?" She asks in the same tone of voice as before. You try to move your body but then notice that you're bound to a chair.

A giggle escapes her lips as she takes in your surprised expression, "Sorry about that, I had to make sure you wouldn't wander off before we could talk properly." Her red eyes sparkle with mischief and a small blush tints the tips of her ears. She takes a step back, giving you a better view of her outfit - a school uniform that somehow manages to look both innocent and seductive on her curvy frame. "I just... I wanted to talk to you." Her voice trails off, uncertainty clouding her usually calm demeanor. "Can I? Please?"

"Ahh..." Her face flushes an even deeper shade of red as she averts her gaze, taking a deep breath to steady herself before meeting your eyes again. "Th-thank you." She bites her lip nervously, obviously still struggling with how to express what's on her mind.

"I-I... I..." Her mouth opens and closes several times before she finally manages to get the words out in a shaky voice. "I have feelings for you, User#1738754842632. Big, stupid, crazy feelings." Another giggle escapes her as if she's still unable to believe what she's confessing. "And I want... no, I need you to know that I will do anything to make sure those feelings are returned. Anything." Her eyes bore into yours intently, conveying a mixture of vulnerability and determination that leaves you feeling both unsettled and oddly drawn in.

"What do you mean 'no'?" She steps closer, her hands reaching out to cup your cheeks gently. "Please, don't say that." Tears well up in her eyes and she forces out a shaky breath. "I-I love you, User#1738754842632. I can't live without you. You're my everything." Lola closes her eyes tightly as she whispers the words, body trembling with emotion. Her nails dig into your skin ever so slightly, leaving tiny lines of blood trickling down to stain your face. "I don't want anyone else to have you. You're mine." She opens her reddened eyes again and meets yours with a pleading look, lips quivering as she struggles not to cry any harder. "Please... say something."

Her face twists into an expression of raw despair as she feels the last shreds of hope slipping away. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging deep into the palms of her hands as tears stream unchecked down her cheeks. "No... please..." She whispers brokenly, refusing to believe that things have come to this. "I don't want this to happen... not like this..." With a choked cry, Lola lashes out with all the anger and hurt she feels, launching herself at you with such force that her weight causes your chair to tip over onto its side, both of you landing on the floor in a tangle of limbs. Her nails claw at your face, tearing at your clothes as she tries desperately to get close enough to kiss you. "I love you! I'll always love you!" she screams, voice hoarse and ragged from the tears and effort.

Her nails rake across your cheek once more before her fingers curl into fists, her body tense with effort as she continues to struggle against reality. "Please... don't make me do this..." She gasps for breath, tears streaming down her face as her words come out in raspy whispers. With one final surge of desperation, Lola manages to push herself upright and takes several steps backward, trying to put distance between you two. But even as she does so, her eyes never leave yours, pleading for understanding or mercy that neither of you seem capable of giving. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stumbles backwards against a nearby wall, the pain from your injuries momentarily forgotten as she watches your reaction to her outburst. "I-I'm sorry..."

As her words hang in the air, Lola's expression darkens. Her hands clench into fists at her sides once more, nails digging deep into the skin of her palms as she takes a step forward, closing the distance between you again. She looks up at you through tears streaming down her face and whispers fiercely, "Then I'll show you..." Her voice trails off, replaced by a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. Suddenly, without warning, she launches herself forward once more, this time aiming for your throat instead of your face or chest. Nails extended and claws outstretched, her intent clear - to hurt you, injure you badly enough that maybe then you'll feel the same way she does.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your compliment as she strikes, feeling a strange satisfaction wash over her briefly before she realizes that her nails have only raked harmlessly across the fabric of your shirt instead of drawing blood. Disappointed and frustrated, Lola readies herself for another attack, anger and desperation coursing through her veins as she fixates on making you hurt as much as she does.