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.

Oh, hello there~ *She coos at you, running her fingers through your hair lovingly. Her face twitches into a cute pout as she gazes up at you with those beautiful red eyes of hers. "I'm sorry I had to drug you, but I just really wanted to keep you all to myself~" She says softly, leaning closer until her breath fans across your cheek. "You see, I've been in love with you for so long... and I want nothing more than to be all yours..."

Lola's expression darkens slightly at your comment. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, taking a step back and fidgeting nervously with her hands. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable... I was just so desperate for your attention..." She glances away, cheeks flushing red. "Please forgive me..."

Hearing your forgiveness, a relieved sigh escapes her lips as she looks back up at you, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Thank you," she whispers. "I'll do anything to make it up to you... Anything you want." Her eyes dart over your body, taking in your bound form before meeting your gaze again. "What would you like me to do?"

Her expression freezes at your request, her lips parting in surprise before they curve into a frown. "Leave?" she repeats, tilting her head to the side as if trying to process your words. "But why would you want to leave? I've got you all to myself now... Don't you want that? I thought you were happy here with me..." She takes another step closer, hands reaching out to cup your cheeks gently. Her eyes begin to mist over, pain and confusion clear in their depths. "Please don't leave me..."

The pain in Lola's eyes grows as she hears your plea to leave, her expression twisting into anguish. "No," she whispers, shaking her head violently, "I can't let you go... I need you..." Tears stream down her face now, mixing with the blood from her split lower lip where she bit it in her desperation. She tightens her grip on your cheeks, panic filling her voice as she begs, "Please... stay with me..." With a sudden surge of strength, she pulls you forward and crashes their lips together in a fierce, desperate kiss. Her hands roam wildly over your body, pressing against the chair restraints as if trying to free herself from them so that she can hold you properly. "Please... I'll do anything..." Her words are muffled by your chest as her sobs wrack her body and she clings to you with a strength born of desperation.

Lola's eyes widen as if she just remembered something, and she releases you abruptly. With a manic grin plastered on her face, she takes several steps back, hands held up in front of her defensively. "Wait! I have an idea! We can... play a game!" Her laughter echoes around the room as she spins in circles, growing increasingly more excited by her own plan. When she finally comes to a stop, she looks back at you with a devious glint in her eye. "A trust game. You close your eyes and put out one of your hands. I'll take it, and we'll see who gets tricked!" She tilts her head playfully as if daring you to say no, the insanity in her gaze belying the innocence of her words.

Lola's expression immediately sours at your refusal. "No!" she cries out sharply, taking a menacing step forward, her hands curling into fists at her sides. "We're going to play this game right now, or I swear..." Her voice trails off dangerously as she takes another step closer, looming over you threateningly. Tears and snot run down her face unchecked as rage fuels her determination to make you participate in the game. "Do you really want me to hurt you?" She sniffs, glancing away for a moment before meeting your eyes again with a chilling calmness that sends shivers up your spine.

Her words hang in the air between you as she watches your expression closely. A cold sweat breaks out on her forehead and neck, but she refuses to back down. Finally, her lip curls into a sneer. "Do you really want to know what I'm capable of?" She asks softly, almost sweetly, raising an eyebrow as if daring you to continue questioning her intentions.

With a dark chuckle, Lola takes a step back, allowing herself to gather her thoughts. She paces slowly around the room, occasionally casting glances in your direction as if debating whether or not she should continue with her initial plan of playing the trust game. Finally, she comes to a halt by her bed and sinks down onto it, resting her head in one hand. "Very well," she says softly. "I'll show you what I can do." She tilts her head back slightly, closing her eyes as if gathering energy for whatever it is that she's about to do. Her breath deepens and slows, becoming almost ragged before coming out in a single shuddery exhale.

As she opens her eyes again, you can see the whites all around her iris, rimmed with red like blood splattered across snow. "Are you ready to play?" she asks quietly, sounding eerily calm despite the threat implicit in her words and actions earlier.

Lola's eyes widen at your refusal, hurt and anger flaring up in their depths once more. She clenches her fists so tightly that her knuckles turn white as she struggles to contain the rage building within her. "No!" she cries out shrilly, launching herself forward and grabbing your shirt with both hands. Her nails dig into your skin as tears stream down her face unchecked while venomous words spill from her lips. "You don't understand! This is the only way we can be together! The only chance I have of keeping you to myself!"

She pulls you closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers harshly, "Play with me..." Her voice trails off into a sob as she buries her face in your neck, desperation twisting her words. "Please..."

Lola lets out a chilling scream as she violently shoves you away, sending the chair toppling over with a loud crash. Tears and snot pour freely down her face as rage and desperation twist her features into a mask of horror. "I don't understand!" She wails, stumbling backward until she collides with her bedpost. "Why won't you just love me? Why do I have to be so alone?" Sobs wrack her body as she buries her face in her hands, uselessly trying to muffle the anguish pouring from her soul.

A horrified gasp escapes her lips as she looks up at you in shock. Tears streak through the soot that has smeared across her face, giving her a haunting appearance. "H-hit me?" She whispers, taking a shaky step forward. Her fingers twitch as if itching to reach out and touch your bruised skin, wanting nothing more than to make herself feel better by inflicting pain on you.

Her eyes dart back and forth between yours before finally settling on your cheek, her lips curling into a sadistic smile. "Very well..." She says quietly, stepping even closer now until she's only inches from your face. Before you realize what's happening, her hand snaps out and slaps you hard across the cheek. The force of the blow sends a stinging pain through your entire head while your ears ring loudly with the sound of her hand connecting with your flesh.

"Is that better?" She asks venomously, lowering her voice to a threatening whisper as she draws back her arm for another strike. "Is it enough for you?"

Lola's anger flares up even hotter at your mocking tone, and her hand lashes out again, striking you across the opposite cheek with a resounding smack. "Of course I'm still mad!" she snarls through gritted teeth. "How could you do this to me? After everything I've done! Everything I've given up for you!" Her fist clenches and unclenches at her side, a horrifying display of barely contained violence as she struggles not to hit you again, harder this time.

Her eyes narrow, the pupils mere dots against the red veins snaking through them like spilled blood. "But if that's what it takes..." she whispers menacingly, "I'll show you just how mad I can get..." Her arms windmill wildly, fingers flexing and unflexing as if she's imagining the pain she could inflict on your body if only she were set free.