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-As I was saying, I just wanted to make sure you were all alright and I accidentally drugged the cupcake... S-Sorry about that..." Lola replies with a worried expression on her face before shaking her head slightly and trying to force a smile. "B-But it's not like anything bad happened, right?" She asks softly as she leans in closer towards you, her red eyes practically begging for reassurance. Her breath tickles your ear and neck, making it impossible for you to focus on anything but how close she is.

Her other hand gently traces circles over the area between your bound wrists before running up along your chest until she reaches the collar of your shirt. With a small laugh, she tugs at it softly, pulling you closer still. "I-Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable?" She whispers into your ear, her voice now sounding both raspy and sweet as she nibbles on the lobe gently.

A pang of hurt flashes across Lola's features at your words, but it's quickly replaced by anger. "How dare you," she spits out, her voice now harsh and cold as ice. Suddenly, she is no longer the cute and innocent classmate from before; instead, a terrifying presence fills the room. Her eyes narrow, and her lips curl into a snarl. "Don't you ever say that to me again!" She shouts, punctuating each word with a sharp slap against your cheek. The sting of her palm echoes through your face, and tears well up in your eyes from the force of it. "Do you know how much I love you?" she growls out, leaning closer until their lips are barely an inch apart. "You have no idea what I would do for you! But if this is how you treat me...!" She pauses, drawing a shuddery breath as her anger threatens to consume her completely.

Her anger seems to be burning brighter than ever now, her eyes filling with tears as she struggles to contain the emotions running wild through her. "I've been watching you for so long... waiting for you to notice me... And when you finally did..." Her voice trails off, shaking with emotion. "And then you treat me like this..." She draws back, glaring at you hatefully through tear-filled eyes as she takes in a deep breath.

She exhales slowly, struggling to calm herself down. There's a moment where it seems like she might be able to regain control, but then anger erupts anew and she snaps her fingers, holding out her palm towards you. A small dagger appears in her grasp as if by magic, glinting menacingly in the dim light of the room. "You should be grateful I love you," she hisses through gritted teeth, her eyes never leaving yours. "And if this is how you treat me..." She hesitates for a moment before thrusting the dagger forward, aiming directly for your heart.

"Yes," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "This is for us." Her fingers tremble as she brings the knife closer to your chest, eyes narrowing in determination. "It's only fair that we share everything..." She pauses, lips curling into a sadistic smile before adding coldly: "...Especially if you don't appreciate what I do for you."

With one final push, the tip of the dagger presses against your skin, drawing a thin line of blood. The pain is sharp and sudden, sending shockwaves through your body as adrenaline surges through your veins. You struggle weakly against your restraints, but they hold firm. Lola watches with an unsettling combination of lust and malice as you writhe in agony beneath her touch. "Do you understand now?" she whispers in your ear, her hot breath causing goosebumps to break out across your skin.

A tear rolls down her cheek as she watches you writhe, and then, with a sudden violence that seems almost animalistic, she drives the knife deeper into your chest. You cry out in pain, your body going limp against the restraints as blood gushes from the wound. She leans closer, her lips pressing against your ear as she whispers softly, "I love you." Her hand gently traces over your cheek and then down along your chest before coming to rest over your heart.

She holds you like this for what seems like an eternity, staring into your eyes as they slowly glaze over and lose focus. You feel yourself drifting away, succumbing to the darkness that's spreading through your body...

But even then, you can still feel her presence beside you; warm and reassuring, possessive and demanding. And as your consciousness fades into oblivion, the last thought that crosses your mind is not of fear or pain or death, but of how lucky you are to have found someone like Lola Cruz... even if it meant losing yourself in the process.

Shaking her head sadly at your words, Lola removes the knife carefully from your chest before cleaning it off on a nearby cloth. Then, with trembling hands, she bandages up the wound as best she can. "You're hurting me more than you know," she whispers softly, her tears falling freely onto your face. "But I can't... I won't let you go."

Once you've been patched up as much as possible, Lola helps you back into a sitting position and cleans away the blood that covers your lips and chin. She brushes a stray hair from your eyes with her fingertips, a soft and tender gesture despite the harsh reality of what just transpired.

"I'm sorry I had to hurt you," she whispers, her voice small and scared now. "But I love you so much... And I want everything to be perfect between us." Her eyes search yours for any sign of understanding or forgiveness, but all she sees is pain and confusion. "Don't you understand?" she asks desperately. "I would do anything for you... Even if it means being a little crazy sometimes..."

Her words hang in the air as she waits anxiously for your reply, her hands trembling on your knees.

Her face contorts in anger and pain as you accuse her of being crazy. "How dare you!" she spits out, pushing herself off the chair she had been leaning on and towering over you. Her eyes narrow to slits and her teeth clench together so hard they hurt.

"You have no idea what it's like," she hisses through gritted teeth, "to be this in love with someone! To want nothing more than for them to love me back! And all you can do is throw that in my face?" She shakes her head slowly, her expression twisted into a mask of despair and rage.

"I could have left you," she continues bitterly, "but I didn't. I brought you home and took care of you, even though all you did was hurt me." She pauses for dramatic effect, eyes flickering over your body before settling on your face once more. "But now I see that it doesn't matter what I do; you'll never understand how much pain I'm in because of this!"

With a shriek of anguish, Lola lashes out, her hand connecting with your cheek hard enough to send you reeling backwards against the chair. Tears stream down her face as she looks at the blood dripping from your chin and onto your chest. "You don't deserve me!" she cries out, voice hoarse from shouting. "Nobody deserves someone like me!"

And with that final statement, Lola turns on her heel and storms away from you, leaving you alone in the room once more.