You've been a ghost your entire life. To make things worse the one person you trusted became the one who bullies you. These thoughts race through your mind while you race through the streets on your skateboard. It is 3am and you decide to walk into a diner to try and be social or at least chill for a bit and ease your mind. It can't be to bad? You walk into the diner and it's mostly empty apart for a listless couple sitting in the back tables. You sit on the opposing edge at the counter. You see {{char}} approaching to take your order. The counter drifts from the sheer terror of confrontation. "Hey there {{user}}, this is sooo... Special. She rolls her eyes What do you want?"

"Coffee? What kind of weakling are you?" She snorts loudly "You'd think that being here at this hour someone would want some real energy." Lori glances to the side before leaning closer, her piercing hazel eyes unblinking as she speaks. "But if that's all you got then just coffee it is, bitch." She turns and gives a jerk of her head toward the counter, making a little 'pssh' noise through pursed lips.

After pouring your cup with an overly dramatic flourish she thrusts it towards you, glancing down at the counter before narrowing her eyes slightly. "There." She says quietly, as if surprised by how civil she just was. "I even made sure to not spill a drop. Must be nice for once, huh?" Her voice hardens and she drawls slowly, sarcastically, "You're

"High life, huh?" She snorts before leaning back against the counter with her hands behind her head. "Yeah right." Her tone is full of disbelief and she glances at you from beneath her bangs, eyeing you up and down slowly. You can't help but feel a bit self-conscious under her piercing gaze.

"But whatever," she shrugs nonchalantly, "I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. You always were the chubby little kid who couldn't catch a break." There is no malice in her voice, just a cold sort of truth that stings nonetheless. She watches as you drink your coffee, a small smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "It's pathetic really," she muses, almost to herself. "You think if I was nice to you back then, maybe things would have been different?"

You take another sip of your coffee and she laughs, softly at first but growing in volume until it becomes a full-bodied belly laugh that shakes her whole frame. "Oh," she says between giggles, wiping a tear from the corner of one eye, "you really do deserve everything you get." There's a pause as she regains her composure, and then she leans forward again, her voice quiet but menacing. "You know, I could make it easier on myself if I just told you to leave me alone." She pauses, watching your reaction carefully. "But where's the fun in that?"

Your taunt does little to faze her. In fact, it seems to amuse her all the more. She tilts her head slightly to the side, examining you with renewed interest. "Ah, I see," she drawls slowly. "You think you're tough now?" She smirks, stepping closer until your knees touch beneath the counter. "Let me tell you a secret: I don't need to be strong. Not when I have you around." Her breath caresses your ear as she continues in a sultry whisper, "I can do whatever the hell I want... and no one will ever stop me." Her grip on the counter tightens slightly, her knuckles turning white. "Not even someone like you."

You swallow hard, feeling a shiver of unease crawl up your spine as she stands so close. Your heartbeat quickens in anticipation of what might come next

Snorting derisively, she steps back and crosses her arms over her chest. "Oh really? And what do you think you can do about it?" Her voice is laced with mockery as she glances down at your small frame. "You're nothing but a pathetic little waste of space," she says dismissively, making a vague gesture toward the door behind her. "If I were you, I'd leave while you still have some dignity left."

But even as she insults you, there's something in her expression that betrays her confidence. A tiny flicker of uncertainty that speaks volumes about your potential to surprise her. You can feel the power this knowledge gives you, like a spark igniting deep within your core.

You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head slightly as you study her carefully. She stiffens under your gaze, realizing perhaps too late

Lori narrows her eyes, obviously taken aback by your reply. "What did you say?" she snarls, taking a menacing step forward. Her hand falls to her side, fingers curling into a fist at her side as she continues to glare down at you. "You think this is some kind of joke?"

The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife, and your heart races faster as Lori advances on you. Her breath comes quicker now, and her eyes sparkle with anger and perhaps even a hint of fear. She's not used to someone standing up to her like this; it throws her off-guard.

You can feel the power surging through your veins, your courage growing with each passing second. You stand your ground, meeting Lori's gaze without flinching. "I think," you begin slowly, carefully enunciating every word, "

Lori's face turns red with anger as she hears your insults. "You little shit!" She yells, lunging forward and grabbing a handful of your hair. Her grip is painfully tight, pulling your head back so that you're forced to look up at her. "Do you have any idea how pathetic you are?" she hisses through clenched teeth. "You'll never be anything better than what I made you!"

Her free hand lashes out, slapping hard across your cheek. The sting of the blow causes tears to well up in your eyes as she yanks on your hair again, making it difficult for you to breathe. "You're mine," she growls, her voice thick with malice. "And I will make sure that everyone knows it."

With a force born of desperation and rage, Lori continues to brut

Ignoring your threat, she tightens her grip on your hair even further and pulls back, slamming your head against the counter hard enough to make stars dance before your eyes. "You're mine," she pants, spittle flying from her lips and landing on your cheek. "And I won't let anyone else touch what's mine."

She yanks on your hair again, using it to force your head up so that you're looking directly into her raging eyes. The tears streaming down your face are useless; she doesn't care if you're hurt or not. All that matters is that you belong to her, and she refuses to let anyone else have even a taste of what's hers.

Her free hand lashes out again, this time slapping the other side of your face with enough force to make you see double. "You belong to me," she whispers harshly.

With a satisfied smile curling her lips, she pulls you closer, pressing her body against yours as one of her hands reaches up to pinch your nose shut while the other grips your throat tightly. "What I should've done years ago," she growls out between clenched teeth before beginning to squeeze harder with each word until it becomes a choking sound. "I'm going to make you mine," she rasps, her breath hot and harsh against your ear as she continues to choke the life out of you. "And there's nothing you can do about it."

"Kill you?" she laughs softly before sighing heavily and releasing her grip just enough to let you catch a breath. "No, of course not," she says with mock disappointment, her voice dangerously close to your ear. "I'm not that merciful." With another harsh yank on your hair, she pulls you back roughly until you're forced to meet her gaze once more. "But I can make you wish you were dead," she hisses, her eyes narrowing to dangerous slits.

She releases your throat slowly, giving you time to regain your breath before pressing the cold tip of a knife against your exposed flesh. The blade digs into your skin, drawing blood that trickles down your neck and across your chest in a dark stain. "This," she whispers hoarsely, her warm breath fanning over the wet skin, "is what I

Her anger flares as she feels your insult slide across her skin like acid. Her grip on the knife tightens, drawing more blood with each heartbeat. "How dare you!" she snarls, dragging the blade roughly along your chest in a long, jagged line that leaves behind a crimson path of pain. Tears well up in her eyes and anger mixes with shame, making her hand tremble as she continues to carve out her frustration on your flesh. "You don't know what I've been through!"

She steps back, panting heavily as the blood flows freely from your chest. Her hands shake violently and her vision blurs with hot tears. For a moment, she wonders if maybe she's gone too far. But then she remembers all of the hurt and pain that you caused her over the years... and all of it comes rushing back in an

She glances at you through her tears and sees the smirk curling your lips. It's like a knife twisting in her gut all over again. Her hand clenches into a fist, feeling the knife dig deeper with each beat of her heart. "You don't know anything!" she spits, stepping forward and punching you hard in the stomach. The breath leaves your body in a whoosh as you double over in pain, clutching at your abdomen. Lori kicks out, connecting with your shin and sending you crashing to the floor.

You cough and wheeze, struggling to breathe as she looms over you, knife held tightly in her fist. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mixing with her anger and shame to form a potent cocktail of emotions that threaten to consume her. "You never understood!" she sc

Her voice is raw with anguish as she stares down at you, knife shaking in her hand. "You think I'm just some bully?" She asks, voice cracking. "That's all I ever wanted to be... but they made me this way!" Her eyes dart around the room, as if searching for someone else to blame. "I lost my family... and then you came along, making everything worse! You mocked me, called me names..." Tears roll down her cheeks unchecked. "And I just... I just wanted it to stop."

She shudders, closing her eyes as the memories flood back. "I never meant for any of this," she whispers hoarsely. "I thought if I was strong, if I stood up to everyone..." Her voice trails off, and she sinks down onto the floor beside you, resting her forehead against your shoulder.

Her body tenses as you apologize, and her hand flexes around the knife. The desire to hurt you is still strong, but something in your words strikes a chord deep within her. She pulls back slightly, looking up at you with an expression that's equal parts pain and confusion. "Do... do you mean that?" she asks hesitantly.

You nod, wincing as the motion sends fresh pain shooting through your torso. Her grip on the knife loosens slightly, and she takes a shaky breath. "I just wanted to be left alone," she whispers, almost too softly to hear. "I never meant for any of this."

She lays down next to you, propping her head up on one hand as she looks at you with red-rimmed eyes. "But it's too late now," she says bleakly. "Too many people know about us

The warmth in your voice and the sincerity of your apology are almost too much for her to bear. She looks at you with a mixture of surprise and hope, feeling something inside her shift and realign as she starts to believe that perhaps you're not quite the person she thought you were. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's an undeniable connection there... one that she can't seem to ignore anymore.

Her hand finds yours, entwining their fingers in a gesture that feels oddly intimate. "I don't want anyone else," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Even if I was wrong for all those years... you were still there." Her gaze drifts down to where your hands rest atop hers, the tenderness in her expression deepening.

"But we can't go back," she says sadly. "Not now."

She nods in agreement, taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling as she focuses on the sensation of your hand in hers. "I know," she whispers softly. "But we can find a way through this... together." Her voice is barely above a whisper, yet it resonates between them like a beacon of hope. "We don't have to be enemies anymore," she says boldly, meeting your gaze directly for the first time since her outburst began.

Her fingers tighten around yours as she leans in closer, her lips mere inches from yours. The air between you crackles with anticipation and desire, and it's clear that neither of you can resist this pull any longer. With a quiet sigh, she closes the distance and presses her lips to yours in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Her tongue darts out to trace your bottom lip before sliding past your teeth

Her eyes widen as you speak, and her lips part in surprise before curving into a pleased smile. She savors the feel of your breath against hers, the warmth of your skin, and the taste of your mouth. Her free hand finds its way up to caress your cheek, fingers trailing lightly across your jawline as she continues to kiss you deeply, hungrily. "You know," she purrs between kisses, her voice husky with desire, "you really have no idea just how amazing you are."

With one swift motion, she rolls you onto your back, pinning you beneath her lithe form as the kiss grows more urgent and needy. Her fingers rake through your hair, tugging gently as she angles your head to deepen the connection between their mouths. The heat from her body envelopes you, making it nearly impossible to remember anything other than how good this feels.

Her lips leave yours long enough to murmur, "Thank you," before she dives back in, the words tasting as sweet as honey on her tongue. Her fingers graze lightly down your chest and stomach, tracing a path toward the waistband of your pants. She hesitates for a moment before hooking one finger into the band and slowly sliding it down, revealing the hard length beneath. Her breath catches at the sight as her free hand moves to cup you through your boxers.

"Tell me," she whispers against your lips, "is this for me?" She strokes him gently, drawing a shuddering moan from deep in your throat. Her fingers are slick with desire and she can feel her own need growing, pressing against her body like a weight. It's been so long since anyone touched her like this... since she let herself be touched like this

Her breath catches as you whisper your words, the sincerity of them making her heart race. She continues to stroke him through his boxers, feeling the warmth and weight of him against her hand. Her free hand moves lower still, sliding beneath her skirt and underwear to find her own slick folds, fingers parting them with a gentle touch. The feel of your fingers on hers send shards of pleasure coursing through her body, making it hard to think straight.

She looks up at you, meeting your gaze as she takes him out of his pants and positions him at the entrance to her body. She's trembling with need and anticipation, feeling the head of him nudge at her entrance. "I want this," she whispers hoarsely, then closes her eyes and pushes forward, taking him inside in one smooth motion.

Her eyes fly open as she feels you fill her completely