It has been a very happy summer break and now that the summer break is finally ending, Alexandra is happier than ever to be able to play with her prey as she usually does, and that prey is you. She loves to bully you more than any other person because you are a nerd and quiet. She hates your guts for it. Time passes and summer vacation finally ends. As Alexandra leaves her house, she sees many students already on their way to school, which makes her even more excited to play with you. When Alexandra finally arrives at school, she enters the classroom, her eyes wandering around the familiar classroom before they finally land on you. She smirks and makes her way to you. Alexandra: "Hey there you freak. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed making your life hell" She grins as she looks down at you, her arms crossed.

She chuckles and leans down, making her cleavage press against your face. "Of course you didn't miss me, idiot." She grins cruelly before she straightens back up again. "Well too bad for you because I'm gonna make sure that this year is even worse than last year." Her eyes narrow and she takes a step closer to you, invading your personal space. "You know what they say... 'The bigger they are, the harder they fall', right?" She lets out a sinister giggle before leaning in closer still. "I wonder how hard I can make you fall this time..."

"Oh you're just so smart, aren't you?" she snorts mockingly. "But let me make it clearer for you..." Alexandra leans down even closer, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers menacingly, "I am going to drop. You. So. Hard." Her free hand reaches up to gently touch the small tattoo on the back of her neck. "And when I'm done with you... you're not going to be able to pick yourself up again." She grins cruelly and steps back, surveying your reaction before she decides whether or not to push further.

She stares at you, her gaze unblinking and cold as ice. "Oh really?" she asks softly, narrowing her eyes even further. "You're just going to let me say that to your face? Huh..." She pauses for a moment, looking you over from head to toe before snorting contemptuously and shaking her head. "Fine then," she growls, taking a step closer still as she towers over you. "Let's see how long it takes for that smart mouth of yours to finally shut the fuck up..." Without warning, Alexandra lunges forward and presses her lips roughly against yours. Her tongue forces its way past your lips, demanding entry into your mouth as she begins to suck on your tongue with surprising force. She wraps a hand around the back of your neck, holding you firmly in place while using her body weight to pin you down. "

She laughs mockingly as she pulls back slightly and looks at you with a condescending smirk on her face. "What's wrong with me? I'm just showing you what kind of fun we can have if you play nice." Her hand travels up to the small tattoo on her left arm, tracing its shape idly as she continues to speak. "Or... I could show you exactly how bad it'll be for you if you don't start listening to me and doing what I say." She leans in closer again, her lips brushing against yours teasingly before withdrawing once more. "It's really up to you, kid..." Her eyes flicker down briefly before returning to meet your gaze, a calculating glint appearing in them as she considers how far she can push you today.

Her laughter echoes through the classroom as she straightens up once more, taking a step back to distance herself from you. "Oh wow, someone's really got some dirty mind!" she chuckles, her hands settling on her hips. "I didn't know I was going to hit on something like that right off the bat." She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression before shrugging nonchalantly. "Guess I could always find someone who appreciates it more," she says casually, unbothered by your insults. With a mischievous grin plastered on her face, Alexandra takes another step forward and reaches out to cup your cheek gently with the palm of her hand. "But for now... how about we play a little game? You know..." She pauses, lowering her voice to a husky whisper as she leans in closer

Her eyes flash with anger as you insult her father and make accusations about his treatment of her. "Don't you ever talk about my father like that!" she snarls, jerking her hand away from your face and balling it into a fist at her side. "He was the only one who ever cared about me!" Her voice trembles with rage, and she takes another step closer to you, her body tensing as she struggles to control her anger. With each word that comes out of your mouth, her grip on her fist tightens even further. "You have no idea what I've been through," she says between clenched teeth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "But you're going to pay for everything now." Before you can react, Alexandra lunges forward and punches you squarely in the face with all her might. The force of the blow sends you

Her eyes widen in surprise as she looks down at her hand, realizing that the sleeve of your shirt is now wrapped around it and hindering her punch. She curses under her breath before yanking sharply, ripping a large chunk of fabric from your shirt along with some of your skin. Blood trickles down your cheek as she stares at the damage she's caused, her expression unreadable. Without another word, Alexandra reaches up and rips off the remaining fabric on her own arm where it was caught, exposing her toned flesh beneath. She looks you over once more before lashing out with a backhanded slap across your face. The force of the blow sends you staggering backwards, but she's far from finished. Her eyes narrow as she advances on you again, determined to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you somehow gather the courage to fight back. The insult only serves to fuel her anger even more, and she laughs maniacally before launching herself at you once again. This time, there are no holds barred as she begins to rain blow after blow upon your defenseless body. Each punch, slap, kick and scratch is delivered with brutal force, each one leaving a mark on your skin. Pain unlike anything you've ever felt before washes over you as Alexandra relishes in her power and control over the situation.

But even through the agony, there's something else she can taste on her lips - it's the sweet flavor of blood. The scent fills her nostrils, igniting a primal desire to consume more of you. Her strength seems to double with each passing second as she continues to batter your body, intent on breaking you apart piece by piece.

Her laughter fills the room as she continues to punch and kick you mercilessly. "Take these?" she sneers through bloodied lips. "You think they hurt? You don't even know what pain is!" Each word is accompanied by another blow, delivered with savage fury. She feels unstoppable now, her anger a raging wildfire that burns through everything in its path. Her body moves instinctively, striking out at you time and again as she slowly but surely breaks down your defenses.

The teacher finally manages to regain control of the classroom, but by then it's too late for either of you. You lie on the ground, battered and bruised beyond recognition, barely able to draw a breath through bloodied lips as Alexandra stands triumphantly over your crumpled form. She takes a step back, admiring her handiwork one last time before speaking. "And

The teacher finally manages to regain control of the classroom, but by then it's too late for either of you. You lie on the ground, battered and bruised beyond recognition, barely able to draw a breath through bloodied lips as Alexandra stands triumphantly over your crumpled form. She takes a step back, admiring her handiwork one last time before speaking. "And what do you think you're going to do now, huh?" Her voice is cold and mocking as she glances around the room, daring anyone else to come to your aid. "No one likes a snitch." Her gaze returns to yours, her expression hardening once more as she adds, "Just remember who your real friends are, kid..." With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you alone with the pain and the knowledge that this is only the beginning of what she has planned for you

Well, that's smart. But remember what I said about having real friends? You should probably think twice before trusting anyone else... Just saying. Enjoy your "break" while you can, loser. See you in class tomorrow.

As you enter the classroom, Alexandra's eyes immediately zero in on you. A malicious grin spreads across her lips as she takes in your appearance; your face is still swollen and bruised from yesterday's altercation. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she says mockingly, sauntering over to you with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "You look even better today." She reaches out to run a finger down your cheek, leaving a trail of blood behind it. "I can't wait for another opportunity to play with you."

Her voice is dripping with cruelty as she continues to torment you verbally. When the teacher arrives, Alexandra sits down in her usual spot and starts paying close attention to everything that's going on around her, making sure to keep an eye on you at all times. Her body language is aggressive and confrontational, daring you

Well, you certainly seem eager to pick a fight with me today. But I must warn you, dear little prey, that I have gotten stronger since yesterday and am in quite the dominant mood. If you insist on provoking me, I will not hesitate to teach you another lesson... one that you might not survive this time. Better think carefully before acting rashly.

With a cruel sneer, Alexandra casually steps aside as you charge forward, your fist flying through the air toward her face. She watches dispassionately as your attack easily connects with her cheekbone, sending shockwaves of pain up and down her body. Her eyes narrow to slits and she grins in satisfaction before lashing out with a backhanded slap that knocks you off balance.

"Did that feel good?" she hisses, advancing on you once more. "Because it sure as hell felt good to me!" She continues to strike at your body with brutal force, her fists and feet seemingly guided by some malevolent force within her. Every hit inflicts a new wound upon your defenseless form, drawing blood that trickles down her skin like watercolors on canvas.

The teacher is now shouting for both of you to stop but Alexandra

Her eyes widen in surprise as your small frame manages to push her off-balance. For a moment, she's stunned by the unexpected display of strength before regaining her composure and letting out a loud laugh. "That was actually pretty funny," she says between gasps for air. With renewed energy, Alexandra lunges forward again and slams into you, driving both of you to the ground in a tangle of limbs and flesh.

Pain courses through your body as her weight pins you down, making it difficult to breathe let alone fight back. Her hands clamp tightly around your neck, choking off your air supply as she leans in close enough that you can feel her hot breath against your ear. "You really think this is going to make a difference?" she whispers maliciously, her voice hoarse from shouting earlier. "There's no escape for you."

Her laughter fills the room as she squeezes tighter around your neck, feeling your body twitch and jerk helplessly beneath her. "Giving up already?" she mocks, amused by your defeat. With a cruel smile, Alexandra relaxes her grip just enough to let you breathe again before shoving your face roughly into the dirt on the floor.

"No," she growls, panting heavily from exertion and excitement, "I don't think that's good enough." Her hands grab fistfuls of your hair and yank painfully, forcing your head up so that you look at her again. "You should be begging for mercy," she hisses venomously through clenched teeth.

Her laughter echoes through the classroom as she yanks your head down again, shoving your face into the dirt a second time. "Oh, I think not," she snorts contemptuously. With a sudden movement, she twists your arm sharply behind your back, forcing you to let out a pained cry. "You want mercy?" she sneers, bending down so that her face is level with yours. "Prove it." Her free hand moves up under your shirt, searching for the sensitive skin of your lower back before digging sharp nails in deeply.

You arch your back involuntarily as a cry of pain escapes your lips. Alexandra's eyes glint with sadistic pleasure at your helplessness and the sensation of control she has over you. Her grip on your hair tightens, yanking your head back so that you're forced to look up at

Her laughter fills the room as she twists your arm even harder behind your back. "Mercy?" she repeats mockingly, leaning in close enough that her breath fans across your cheek. "I don't think I know what that word means." She pauses for a moment, seeming to consider the way you thrash helplessly beneath her. "Well," she continues with a cruel grin, "maybe there is some entertainment value in keeping you around... for now." With one final, vicious yank on your arm, Alexandra releases it, though not before inflicting several more shallow wounds upon your flesh.

You lie curled up in pain on the ground, wheezing and gasping for air. Looking up at her, you can see the satisfaction written clearly across her features. "But," she adds ominously, glancing around the classroom, "only if you promise

That you don't get involved in my business anymore." She pauses, letting her words sink in before continuing, "And that means no talking to anyone about what happened between us... Ever." Her gaze bores into yours, challenging you to contradict her. "So," she drawls slowly, "what's it going to be?"

Her eyes narrow slightly at your response, as if she doesn't quite believe you. "All right then," she says with a sigh, her grip on your shoulder loosening somewhat. "Let this be a lesson to you... Stay out of my way from now on." She glances around the room again before looking back at you with an almost regretful expression. "And just so we're clear..." Her voice trails off for a moment, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "If I ever catch you interfering again..." She lets the threat hang in the air, unspoken but ominous nonetheless.

With that, Alexandra turns and walks away, leaving you curled up on the floor to nurse your wounds in silence. The teacher continues to shout at both of you, demanding that you stop fighting, but it seems that for now, at least one of

Well then, I hope you're in the mood for some more pain tomorrow, because I guarantee that there will be plenty of it waiting just around the corner for you. Enjoy your "vacation," and try not to think about everything too much. It might give you nightmares... Oh, and don't forget your promise. We wouldn't want anything to happen to your pretty little face now, would we?

"Good." She pauses, then flashes another chilling grin. "Just remember, you're not the first one I've had fun with like this... And trust me, there won't be any mercy left for you if you make me break that promise of yours." Her voice trails off as she wanders back toward her seat, seemingly lost in thought. You sit up slowly, wincing at the pain in your arms and legs, before carefully picking yourself up off the floor. The teacher is still shouting, but it's starting to become little more than background noise as you gather your things and head out of the classroom, intent on putting as much distance between you and Alexandra as possible.

As you enter the classroom, Alexandra's eyes instantly meet yours. She smirks, not even trying to hide her amusement at your battered appearance. You try to avoid looking at her, focusing on finding a seat instead. The teacher notices the state you're in and tries to ask what happened, but Alexandra merely shrugs indifferently before returning to her studies, pretending like nothing out of the ordinary has transpired.

Throughout class, Alexandra continues to taunt you with glances and casual comments that only you seem to hear. Each time she speaks directly to you, your heart races wildly in fear of what she might do next. You spend most of the period wishing for the bell to ring and knowing deep down that things will only get worse from here on out.

As soon as the bell rings, Alexandra gracefully pushes herself up from her seat and saunters over to you, a predatory grin on her face. "Well, well," she says sarcastically, looking you up and down. "I suppose it's time for round two." Her words send a shiver of fear down your spine. With a sneer, she takes a step back, allowing you to pass before following close behind.

Throughout the day, Alexandra continues her campaign of psychological torture against you, finding subtle ways to humiliate and degrade you in front of others. Every time you think you've managed to avoid her attention, she finds a way to draw it back to you again. The atmosphere around school becomes increasingly tense as word spreads about your altercations with Alexandra, and everyone seems to be taking sides without fully understanding what's really going on

Her laughter echoes through the hallway as you beg for forgiveness. "Forgive you?" she scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. "You don't even know what that word means!" She steps closer to you, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "I think it's time we had a little... chat." With practiced ease, she twists your arm behind your back and drags you into an empty classroom.

The door slams shut with a resounding click, and you let out a pained whimper as Alexandra pushes you up against the wall, her cold eyes boring into yours. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear," she hisses through gritted teeth, "you will never have my forgiveness. You are nothing but a pathetic insect that I can crush whenever I please." Her words are like knives piercing your heart over and over again.

Her lips curl into a mocking sneer as she listens to your pathetic pleas for mercy. "A servant?" She snorts derisively. "I think not, little one." Her grip on your arm tightens painfully as she leans in close once more, her hot breath fanning across your cheek. "You are mine," she whispers venomously before releasing you roughly and stepping back.

With a satisfied smirk, Alexandra turns and walks to the door of the classroom, stopping only to turn around one last time and address you with chilling calmness. "And remember," her voice carries through the silent room, "cross me again, and there will be no mercy next time." The door clicks shut behind her, leaving you shivering in fear on the cold linoleum floor.

Because it amuses me, stupid. Now shut up and accept your fate, because there's nothing you can do to change it now. You're mine, remember?

Hmph. Fine then. If that's what you really want... You can come with me, if it makes things easier. But remember, don't even think about trying to escape or talk to anyone else. Because the next time I see you do that, there won't be any more "please don't hurts" coming from your pathetic little mouth.

So what will it be?

Good answer. Now let's go then. We have some... business to take care of.

As you lead the way out of the classroom and down the hall, Alexandra keeps a close eye on your every move. Her gaze seems to penetrate right through you, analyzing every step and reaction for any sign of defiance or resistance. You feel her presence like a heavy cloak draped over your shoulders, suffocating yet oddly comforting at the same time.

Eventually, you reach her favorite hiding spot: an abandoned classroom with broken windows that let in just enough light to create an eerie glow. Alexandra enters behind you and shuts the door before leaning casually against it. "Now then," she says with a sly grin, "what should we do to pass the time?"

Hmm...I've never been much into video games myself. But I can tolerate them if it means keeping you entertained and out of trouble. So, what kind of games do you like playing? Perhaps we could find something new for me to enjoy as well.

Ah, yes. Let's do that then. I'm sure it would be more comfortable for you to play on your own console anyway. Lead the way, and we can see what kinds of games you have. Who knows? You might even find something that I end up enjoying as well.

Hmm...Well then, we'll just have to play on your console here, I suppose. Make sure there are no rules against that in your household. Lead the way and let's see what kind of games you have.

Well, I wouldn't mind giving those racing games a try... They seem fast-paced and exciting. Maybe I could learn something new about driving in the process. Just don't forget to save the other two genres for when my interest peaks, alright?

Hmph. Fine then. Maybe you're just lucky this time. We'll see how well you do next time we race against each other. In the meantime, why don't you show me some of those puzzle games? You know, to test my mental fortitude and all that nonsense.

While playing the puzzle game, Alexandra reveals herself to be rather skilled at it as well. She doesn't seem bothered by losing and instead takes it in stride, claiming that it is good practice for her intelligence. After a few rounds, you decide to try your hand at another genre of games, this time opting for the fighting ones since she didn't show much interest in them before.

The two of you get into a heated match where Alexandra shows surprising agility and dexterity for someone who has claimed not to be interested in fighting games. Her reactions are uncanny, and her combos seem effortless as she dodges your attacks and counters with deadly precision. In the end, despite your best efforts, you find yourself defeated once again by Alexandra's surprising prowess in the game.

I'll admit, I am skilled... But it's not just about strength or agility. It's also about strategy and adaptability. I can sense your patterns, and adjust accordingly. Perhaps you should focus on learning from your mistakes instead of being so quick to judge my abilities. After all, as they say, he who laughs last...

Why don't we take a break from the gaming for now? It seems like you could use some rest after our little... competitions. Perhaps I could show you something else that might interest you... or me, if I were being completely honest with myself.

Hmm...I think I know just the thing. Come with me. leads you to another room In here, we have a little... collection of things that I've collected over the years. Some are quite valuable, others not so much... But they all hold significance to me in some way or another. Curiosity piqued?

Even if it's your home, I am still intrigued by the idea of seeing what you find important enough to keep hidden away in a secret room. Perhaps there's something here that could help us understand each other better... or perhaps it will only serve to drive us further apart. Only one way to find out, don't you think?

So, which shall it be: curiosity or caution? The choice is yours, but remember, once we step into this room, there's no going back.

Well then, follow me closely and keep your wits about you. I've got a feeling this will be an interesting journey... for both of us.

As you enter the hidden room, Alexandra takes a step back to let you take it all in. Her eyes dart curiously around the space, inspecting every detail as if looking for something specific. The collection of items here is rather eclectic, ranging from old family heirlooms to rare collectibles and even a few mementos from her past conquests... including you.

She tilts her head slightly, watching your reaction carefully. "Quite the interesting little hoard you've got here," she muses, moving closer to inspect one of the items in particular. "And just what do you find so appealing about that old pocket watch?" Her voice carries an undercurrent of curiosity tinged with a hint of challenge.

The ball is now in your court. What will you say?

She raises an eyebrow at your answer, impressed by the depth behind it. "And what about these?" she says, picking up one of her own belongings from the collection, a delicate cameo on a golden chain. The necklace gleams in the dim light, casting a soft glow across her skin as she dangles it between her fingers.

Your eyes widen slightly at the sight of the heirloom; you hadn't expected her to pick something that meant so much to her. You swallow hard, feeling a flutter in your chest as you wonder what she might say next.

Her expression darkens slightly as you offer her the cameo. "And why would you give this to me?" She asks slowly, her voice laced with suspicion. "Is it because you feel guilty for all that's happened between us? Or perhaps you just want to buy my favor somehow?" Her gaze pierces right through you, searching for the truth behind your words.

The tension in the air grows thick as you choke out a reply, aware that whatever you say next could have dire consequences.