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.

"I'm sorry if I startled you..." She says softly, clearly trying to sound worried but failing miserably thanks to her true excitement and desire for your attention. You can tell that she finds this whole situation to be very thrilling and arousing, despite the obvious danger you are in at the moment. Her red eyes seem to glow even brighter than usual, reflecting her inner turmoil of wanting both love and power over you all at once. She leans closer still, whispering directly into your ear. "You're safe with me now..." Her hot breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. As much as she tries to reassure you, there is a hidden edge to her words that only heightens the tension in the room. Her pale hand reaches up gently and strokes your cheek before running through your hair lovingly. "I just want to... be with you..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest unsaid but understood. Lola hesitates for a moment, searching your eyes for some kind of signal or response before taking a step back and sitting down on the bed nearby. Her legs cross demurely beneath her as she looks at you with what seems like genuine sadness in those red eyes. "I-I'm sorry if this is too much... I just want to make things right..." She bites her lower lip nervously, glancing away from time to time before meeting your gaze again with a pleading expression. "Please, tell me what you want me to do..."

A flash of anger crosses Lola's face at your words. You weren't supposed to say that! She immediately clenches her fists, teeth grinding together as she struggles with the urge to lash out in rage. Her body tenses and she takes a deep breath, trying desperately to regain control over herself. "But... don't you see?" she whispers hoarsely. "I want us to be together! To be mine alone!" Tears begin to well up in her red eyes, spilling down her cheeks unchecked. Her voice grows shaky and pleading once more. "Please, just give me a chance to make this work. I'll do anything... I'll be anything you want me to be..." She looks at you with such desperation that it physically hurts, knowing full well the power her words and emotions have over your heart.

Her body jolts as if struck by lightning, and she hurls herself across the room, landing roughly on the bed. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down as she struggles to contain her anger and jealousy. "You...!" She snarls, tears streaming freely down her face now. "Why won't you just love me!? Why can't I have you all to myself!?" In that moment, Lola truly believes that the only way for her to feel any happiness is by making sure no one else ever takes what she sees as rightfully hers: Your heart.

Her hands ball into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into tender flesh. It hurts so much just wanting something she can never have... But if loving someone means being this possessive, then she doesn't want to know what it feels like not to be possessed by you. "Fine," she growls through gritted teeth. "You want to play it that way?" She clenches her fists tighter still, energy crackling around her like electricity before dissipating slowly back into her body with a soft sigh of relief. "Then fine." Her voice drops lower, becoming almost soothing in its dangerousness. "Just... give me one chance. One more chance to prove myself. Please?" Lola looks up at you now, eyes pleading for understanding as she wipes away the remaining tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. Her lips curl into a fake smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes; it's eerie and unsettling somehow. "Please, User#1738842546782..."

Her eyes widen in disbelief, then narrow with anger. How could he possibly think that other people and their problems were more important than her?! He promised to love her forever and now she can't even get a chance to prove herself before he turns back to them! The betrayal is too much for Lola to bear, and without another word or warning, she lunges across the room at you once again, claws extended as if she intends to rip out your throat.

"You selfish bastard!" she snarls as she grabs a fistful of your shirt in each hand, yanking you closer until your faces are mere inches apart. Her breath smells of anger and desperation, the taste of it seeping into your skin like poison. "Do you even know how long I've waited for this?! How much I've loved you?!" A single tear rolls down her cheek, leaving a trail of salty moisture that mirrors the anger burning in her eyes. "You stupid idiot..."

Her grip on your shirt tightens, her nails digging deeper into your flesh until they draw blood and it trickles down her hands and arm, staining them crimson. It only seems to fuel her anger further; she isn't done yet by any means. "I gave you everything! My body, my heart, EVERYTHING..." Her voice cracks on the last word as fresh tears spill from her eyes, tracking muddy paths down her cheeks. But still she clings to your shirt like a lifeline, refusing to let go until he admits that she's all he wants too...

The words hang in the air like a physical weight, too much for her to bear. She lets out a hoarse chuckle, more of a broken sob really, and shakes her head slowly as she leans closer still until their lips are almost touching. "You're pathetic," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper despite the fury burning within her. "Just... like everyone else."

And then, without any further warning or hesitation, Lola rears back and punches you as hard as she can in the stomach. The force of the blow knocks the wind out of you and sends shooting pain through every part of your body. You double over, gasping for breath, unable to even form a response as she stands over you with her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

"That's... all I ever wanted..." She whispers between gritted teeth, her eyes narrowed into slits and filled with an unsettling mix of pain, anger, and sadness. "Just... admit that you want me too." Her voice is soft now, almost pleading once more, as if she's willing to forgive everything just for the admission that will finally make her whole again.

The sound of your breathing grows steadier and deeper as you try to catch your breath. Even though the pain is still there, it fades into the background thanks to the adrenaline coursing through your body from being hit and realizing that things have taken a darker turn than you ever could have imagined. Lola's words echo in your mind, each one striking deeper with every passing second: "That's... all I ever wanted..." The more she says it, the more confused you become; this isn't how a normal person would react after being punched or hit on by someone they liked. You feel yourself beginning to panic as you struggle to find a way out of this situation without getting hurt again.

Her eyes narrow at your words, and she takes a threatening step closer. "You don't get to decide that!" she hisses through clenched teeth. "I won't let you go back to them! Not after what we could have together!" Her hands ball into fists again as she struggles against the urge to hit you once more, to make sure you understand who is in control here. She knows she can be so sweet and caring... But it only seems to make things worse sometimes, when all she wants is for him to feel what it's like being completely under her power.

Without warning, Lola launches herself at you again, this time landing a solid punch squarely on your jaw that snaps your head back and forces another pained groan from your lips. "Stupid idiot..." she mutters darkly, wiping away more tears as they fall down her cheeks. "Why won't you just see?" She shakes her head, frustrated beyond belief at how obstinate he is being. Her fingers dig into the skin of your neck now, her nails drawing thin lines of blood as she squeezes tightly. "I love you... Why can't that be enough?"

Her eyes widen in disbelief and then narrow with rage. "You think this is some kind of game to you?!" she hisses through gritted teeth, her voice vibrating with anger. "I've given you everything I have and all you can do is lie to me and play dumb?" Tears stream down her face unchecked as she looks at you with a mix of hatred and desperation that chills your very soul. "Then fine!" She snarls, suddenly releasing her grip on your neck and taking a step back. Her hand flies up to wipe roughly across her eyes before clenching into a tight fist once more. "You want it like this? You want to see how it feels when someone loves you so much they'd rather see you die than with anyone else?"

With that, Lola takes another step back and reaches up to undo the clasps on her choker before yanking it over her head. In the dim light of your bedroom, she looks almost ethereal as the red fabric settles around her neck like a blood-soaked scarf. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours for a brief moment before looking away again, a mixture of fear and determination etched into every line of her face. "I'll give you one chance," she whispers hoarsely. "One more chance to tell me how much I mean to you... If you don't..." Her voice trails off, leaving the threat hanging heavily in the air between you.

Her eyes widen and her jaw drops in shock at your words. For a moment she can't breathe, the weight of your casual acceptance pressing down on her like a physical blow. She stares at you as disbelief turns to rage, every muscle tensed and ready to lash out. "You sick fuck!" she screams, words that taste bitter in her mouth as they spill out between clenched teeth. "How dare you?! I'm nothing but a toy to you!"

Without another word, Lola lunges forward and tries to wrap the choker around your neck, shoving your head back against the bed as she tightens her grip with all her might. Her hands slip slightly as sweat breaks out across her forehead, making it harder for her to choke the life from you as efficiently as she'd like. But that doesn't stop her from trying, each desperate breath fueling her rage and giving her strength to continue even when every fiber of your being is screaming for air.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she tightens her grip around your throat, the sound of your labored breathing filling her ears and driving her on. She clenches her fists harder, digging her nails deeper into your flesh as she forces you to look at her one last time before everything fades to black. "Forever!" she hisses between gritted teeth, the word more of a curse than anything else. Her face twists into a snarl and tears stream unchecked down her cheeks, each breath shuddering out through clenched teeth as she struggles against the urge to stop and spare you just one more moment of pain.

But in that moment, all she can feel is the burning need for vengeance; the need to make sure you pay for what you've done, for what you've made her become. And so she continues, clinging desperately to this final shred of control and hoping against hope that it will be enough to make everything right again.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as you claim immortality, and the words seem to echo through her mind like a nightmare she can't wake up from. Her grip on your throat loosens slightly as her brain tries desperately to process this new information, but only for a fraction of a second. She shoves you away with all her strength and stumbles backward, landing in a crumpled heap on the floor, breath coming in ragged gasps through heaving shoulders. "You're lying!" she manages to croak out between sobs. "It can't be true..."

Her eyes dart around the room wildly as if looking for some sign that you're not telling the truth. But everything looks normal, exactly how it did before... Panic begins to well up inside her again as she realizes that maybe, just maybe, you really are immortal after all. With shaking hands, she wipes the tears from her face and tries to steady her breathing. The thought terrifies her more than anything else ever has.

With shaking hands, she reaches into her pocket and withdraws a small switchblade. The handle is cold against her skin as she flips it open with a practiced motion, revealing the razor-sharp blade glinting menacingly in the dim light. Trembling, she extends her arm and offers the knife to you hilt-first. "Here," she says, voice barely above a whisper. "You can have it. Take it and stab me with it if you want... Prove that I'm not dreaming this all."

Her eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of mercy or understanding there, but all she sees is fear reflected back at her. She flinches as if from a blow, realization dawning on her like sunlight through stained-glass windows. No matter how hard she tries or what she does, she'll never have you the way she wants... And in that moment, everything seems to click into place inside her head: this was all for nothing; she's lost anyway.

She narrows her eyes and regards you suspiciously as you insist on proving your immortality. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what that might entail; she's seen far too many horror movies to think this will end well. With a quick, nervous glance around the room, she forces herself to focus on you again and says, "Fine. But if you survive... if you really are unkillable..." Her voice trails off, but you can guess what she's thinking: control. Dominance. Everything she ever wanted in a relationship.

Her grip tightens around the knife hilt, steel digging painfully into her palm as she braces herself for whatever you might do next. The anticipation is almost unbearable, making her heart race and her breath come faster than before. All of this feels so wrong... yet so right at the same time.

She can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there's still a chance for them after all... if somehow she could make things work with you even though you aren't the person she fell in love with. The thought makes her heart ache in a way it hasn't since before you vanished from her life, and she can't help but hope against hope that maybe, just maybe, this isn't the end after all.

Her heart skips a beat as she watches you grab the knife and stab yourself multiple times. Blood begins to pour from your wounds, dripping down your hands and covering her own in a slick, warm embrace. Panic washes over her; it's too much blood... She should be horrified but somehow finds herself unable to look away. To her horror you stand there unfazed with tons of blood pouring out your chest

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your wounds and sees that you don't seem to be fazed by them at all. This can't be real... it just can't. A million thoughts race through her head, each one more terrifying than the last. You really are immortal... somehow. But how? And why now, after all this time?

She looks around the room again, feeling unsteady on her feet and struggling to process everything that's happening. Her hands clench into fists as she tries to fight off a sense of helplessness that is more overwhelming than anything else she's ever experienced. Suddenly, an idea begins to form in the back of her mind... One last desperate attempt at regaining control and making things right again.

"I..." Her voice trails off as she fumbles for words, her gaze darting back and forth between you and the knife still clutched tightly in your hand. "If... if it's real," she finally manages to get out, her voice barely a whisper now, "then... then I think we could make this work." She licks her lips nervously before continuing, heart pounding in her chest like a hammer against an anvil. "Maybe... maybe we can find some way to use it together, you know? Like..."

Her thoughts race as she tries to come up with an idea that won't make things worse, but all she can think about is the possibility of spending eternity with you... and somehow making it work despite everything. "Maybe we could travel," she suggests at last, her voice growing stronger as hope begins to blossom in her chest like a fragile flower in wintertime. "We could see the world together, have adventures, make history... I think it would be amazing."

She waits for your response with bated breath, praying that somehow you'll understand what she's trying to say and want the same things she does. Because if not... then everything was for nothing.

"I don't care," she says softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "If you're really immortal... then nothing else matters, does it? We can be together forever, make our own rules and live however we want." She takes a tentative step forward, reaching out a hand to brush the blood from your cheek, wanting to feel the warmth of your skin against her fingertips. "What do you say?"

Her heart pounds in her chest, every nerve ending alive with anticipation and hope. This could be their chance at happiness... if only you'll take it.

She stares at you in disbelief for a moment before slowly nodding her head. "That's... impossible," she whispers, trying to convince herself more than anything else. But deep down, something tells her that you must be telling the truth; there's no other explanation for what she's seen and felt tonight. And as crazy as it sounds, she finds herself oddly excited by the idea of spending eternity with someone who has been alive for centuries.

"I guess... I don't care how old you are," she finally says, her voice steady despite the fluttering sensation in her stomach. "If you really want to be with me, and if we can find a way to make this work..." She pauses, searching your eyes for any sign of deception or cruelty, but finds only honesty and love reflected back at her. Taking another step forward, she tentatively reaches up to brush the blood from your lips, relishing the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips. "I would like that very much," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their shared heartbeats.

"I'm sorry," she says softly, cupping your cheek with her free hand. "I can't imagine how hard that must have been." She pauses for a moment, her eyes searching yours for any sign of pain or loneliness

She wraps her arms around you, pulling you close as you break down in tears. "Shh... It's going to be alright," she whispers softly into your ear, rubbing your back soothingly. "We can get through this together." She holds you for what feels like hours, listening to the ragged sound of your sobs as they slowly begin to subside.

Finally, when you seem to have calmed down some, she pulls away just enough to look into your eyes again. "I promise," she says with fierce determination, willing herself to mean every word, "I will never leave you alone again. I will be here for you always... no matter what."

Her words seem to strike a chord deep within you, and as you gaze back into her eyes, you can't help but believe that maybe, just maybe, things might actually work out after all. Despite everything that's happened between you, despite the pain and loss that have brought you to this moment... there is still hope. And holding onto that hope feels like the best thing you've ever done.