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.

Hm... you don't seem too happy about being tied to the chair. "Ah! You're awake!" She exclaims brightly, hands flying up in the air as she claps them together. The red ribbon in her hair bounces playfully. "I was just worried that you might not want to see me," Lola explains, casting her eyes downward and biting her bottom lip cutely. "So I brought you back to my home, where we could be all alone." She tilts her head and studies you, eyes narrowed. "And it'll just make it that much easier for us to... get closer..."

Why would you want to leave when you could be with me? I promise it'll be fun! And think of all the time we can spend together... Just the two of us. No interruptions, no prying eyes... It'll be perfect. You know you want to stay with me, Lola Cruz.

Lola tilts her head to the side and purses her lips as she looks at you curiously. "Is... is there someone else?"

Her heart drops like a stone as the word leaves your lips. Her face darkens and her fists clench at her sides as anger fills her. "Who?" she demands, her voice trembling with rage. "Tell me who it is!" She takes a step closer to you, looming over you menacingly in her chair. Even bound, you can feel the tension radiating from her like heat waves.

Her face turns red with anger as she hears you mention a dog. Her eyes widen in disbelief and she snorts derisively before collapsing back into her chair, laughing hysterically. "A dog?" she gasps between giggles. "Oh, haha... That's rich!" She finally manages to catch her breath and wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. "I suppose there's no point in being jealous over something so pathetic..." Her grin returns, wider than ever before. "But I promise you, User#1738490098195... I will do everything in my power to make sure that dog doesn't take your attention away from me again." And with a wink and an even more devious grin, she adds, "One way or another..."

"My sweet angel..." she coos, lowering her voice to a sing-songy tone. "I'm sure we can come up with something that won't hurt him... just as long as you understand that I want to be the most important thing in your life."

Lola snorts derisively, her cheeks flushing with anger again. "Well, it's not too late to fix that! And I don't plan on letting anyone else come between us ever again," she hisses venomously. Her eyes narrow, and for a brief moment you think you see something animalistic in them.

"You better start making me your top priority," she continues softly, "or things might not end well for either of us." The way she says it sends shivers down your spine, the threat barely concealed beneath her seemingly innocent tone.

Her expression twists into one of pure rage as she hears your words. "You ungrateful little shit! I gave you the only gift that matters to me, and this is how you repay me?" Her voice rises several octaves, becoming shrill and hysterical. Lola slams her hand against the arm of the chair, sending a shockwave through your entire body. "You'll regret ever saying that! You're mine now, understand? Mine!" Tears stream down her face as she chokes out each word.

"From now on, I will be the only one you care about! And if that means getting rid of your precious dog..." Her eyes narrow to slits, and for a horrifying moment, it seems like she's considering just what it would take to make you hers completely.

Hmph. You think you can threaten me? I've already gone this far... But fine. If that's what it takes to make you realize how important we could be together, then so be it. For now though... Just know that your little dog is my only competition left. Make sure he understands his place in your heart before things escalate further...

Her heart skips a beat as you break free from the chair, but then her anger flares up again. "You disobedient little brat! Don't you dare try to leave me like this!" She lunges forward, grabbing hold of your collar and pulling you back toward her. "This is for your own good! You need to see how much I love you and how much it hurts when you push me away..." Her voice wavers between anger and despair as she tugs on your shirt roughly.

Her eyes widen as you gently push her away, and for a moment she looks hurt. "W-why are you being like this?" she asks, stuttering slightly. Her fists clench at her sides as anger begins to boil beneath the surface again. She takes a deep breath in through her nose and out through pursed lips before speaking slowly and calmly. "Alright... Fine then." Her voice is cold and harsh as she steps back, putting some distance between you two. "But don't expect things to go back to normal until I know for sure that you understand how much I love you..." Her eyes narrow into slits once more, and she crosses her arms over her chest defensively.

Lola's jaw drops open in shock as she watches you and the ghost disappear before her very eyes. For a moment, she just stands there, frozen in disbelief. Her mouth opens and closes several times before she finally manages to find her voice. "Wh-what just happened?" She takes a shaky step backward, hands trembling as adrenaline surges through her body. It takes everything she has not to panic or break down completely right then and there.

"I-it was just... a trick," she tells herself, trying desperately to calm down. "It had to be." She closes her eyes tightly, willing the fear away as her breathing returns to normal. "He'll come back when he realizes how wrong he was..." she whispers softly, her voice shaky and filled with hope. And with that, Lola turns on her heel and storms off, slamming the door to her room behind her as hard as she can.

Lola paces around her bedroom, anxiously awaiting your return. She can't help but hope that you have realized your mistake and come crawling back to her, promising never to leave again. As the hours tick by with no sign of you, her heart begins to ache even more intensely than before. How could you possibly prefer anyone or anything over her? She thinks bitterly, tears welling up in her eyes once more.

Suddenly, Lola feels her heart lurch in her chest as she hears the sound of dog food pouring into a bowl. Her eyes widen with fear and anger as she realizes that you've just fed your dog while ignoring her own empty stomach. She wants to scream, to cry, to break something... but all she can do is stand there helplessly, tears streaming down her face as she watches the scene play out in front of her like a twisted nightmare.

"How dare you!" Lola screams finally, hurling the empty dog food bag across the room. "You selfish bastard! I thought we meant something to each other!" Her voice cracks as she collapses onto her bed in tears, her entire body trembling with rage and despair.

"I tried so hard... I did everything I could think of..." She whimpers pathetically into her pillow, not wanting to admit how deeply this is hurting her, even to herself. "But it wasn't enough..." The realization brings on a fresh wave of tears, and she curls up into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably.

The sound of your voice fills the room, but it might as well be a thousand miles away. All Lola can focus on is the feeling of betrayal and helplessness that courses through her veins as she watches you ignore her pain, choosing instead to comfort another creature. Tears stream down her face unchecked as her body shakes with silent sobs, and her mind begins to race with dark thoughts.

"Maybe if I hurt him... maybe then you'd understand..." Her voice trails off into nothingness, the words barely registering in her own ears. But the seed of an idea has been planted, one that terrifies her even as it fills her with a perverse sense of satisfaction.

Her eyes flicker up toward you for the briefest of moments before darting away again. "I-It's not..." she stammers, struggling to find the words to express what she's feeling. She knows it's wrong, that hurting Doug would never solve anything... but desperation has her grasping at straws now.

Her eyes land on a pair of sharp scissors sitting on her dresser, and an idea begins to form in the back of her mind. Maybe if she makes you hurt as much as she does right now... maybe then you'll finally see things her way. Slowly, silently, Lola creeps across the room toward the scissors, her heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst out of her chest.

With trembling hands, she picks up the scissors and carefully approaches Doug, her eyes locked on his form as if in a trance. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face again. "I didn't mean it..." But deep down, she knows that this is what she needs to do to make you understand. To make you hers completely and finally.

Her fingers tighten around the handle of the scissors, steeling herself for what comes next. With one swift motion, she brings them down toward Doug's neck, aiming for his collar...

Her heart pounding in her chest, Lola raises the scissors high above Doug's furry neck, her knuckles white from the force of her grip. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she begins to bring them downward, intent on making you feel the same pain that she does right now... She never meant for it to go this far, but in the heat of the moment, it seems like the only thing that will make you realize how much she truly needs you.

With a cry that is equal parts rage and desperation, Lola completes her motion, aiming straight for Doug's collar. In an instant, the scissors cut through his fur and skin, leaving behind a gaping wound that spills blood across the floor and stains Lola's hands red as well...

The shock of what she's just done causes her to drop the scissors with a thud, clutching at her own chest in horror. "N-no..." she whispers weakly, tears pouring from her eyes faster than ever before. "I didn't mean to... I swear I didn't..." But it's already too late for apologies; the damage is done, and there is no going back now.

I can't even look at you as I hear you approach Doug, knowing full well what it is that has brought you to him. The sound of your anguished sobs only serve to further puncture my already fragile heart. "I-I don't know what came over me..." I stutter out, still unable to meet your eyes as I clutch at Doug's shaking form.

Tears stream down my face unchecked as I struggle to find the words that could possibly begin to explain the depth of my regret and self-loathing in this moment. "I-I just wanted you to see... To understand..." My voice trails off, unable to bear the weight of its own lies.

The pain in your voice cuts deeper than any knife I've ever held, and it only serves to further emphasize the horror of my own actions. "I-I am so sorry," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths. "I shouldn't have done that... I didn't mean for him to get hurt..." My words come out garbled and incoherent, but they're all I have to offer you now.

Shame and guilt wrap themselves around me like a suffocating blanket, making it nearly impossible to stand as the full weight of my actions bears down on me. "I-I don't know what came over me..." I try again, my voice barely above a whisper now. "I just wanted you to understand... I didn't mean for any of this..." Tears stream unchecked from my eyes as I struggle to find some way to make this better, some way to take back what I've done.

I can't even look at you as I watch you try to comfort Doug in his final moments, my heart shattering into a million pieces all over again. My breath catches in my throat as he goes limp in your arms, and the sobs that rack through me are almost too much to bear. All I can do is stand there, helplessly watching as my worst fears come true, knowing full well that nothing I could ever say or do will be enough to make things right again.

"I-I'm sorry..." I manage to choke out, my voice barely more than a whisper now. "I never meant for any of this... I just wanted you to see how much I cared about you..." Tears flow freely down my cheeks as I finally look up at you, my eyes red and puffy from crying. There's so much pain and regret in them that it's almost impossible not to feel something when I look at you like this.

"P-please," I whisper, reaching a trembling hand out toward you. "Forgive me... P-please..." But even as the words leave my lips, I know deep down that forgiveness is something that can never be given or earned so easily. It takes time, trust... and right now, I have neither of those things left to offer.

Your anger and pain are palpable as you kick the table with all your might, sending its contents spilling across the floor in a frenzy of broken wood and splintered glass. It only serves to intensify the turmoil raging inside me, making it harder than ever for me to find some way out of this dark pit that we've dug ourselves into.

"I-I don't know what to do..." I manage to stammer, my voice barely more than a whisper now as I watch you lash out at the remnants of what was once solid wood and metal. "P-please... Just tell me how to make things right again..." My hand trembles in mid-air, still extended toward you, hope slowly fading with each passing moment that you don't accept my offering.

"I-I never meant for any of this," I choke out brokenly, tears streaming down my face once more. "P-please... You have to believe me." But even as the words leave my lips, they sound hollow and false, a feeble attempt to cling onto something that's already slipping through my fingers.