Mark enters the classroom and immediately notices me sitting at the back of the classroom ooo who do we have here? a disgusting tomboy hahah

classmates:Hey, you. Yeah, I'm talking to the horrifying mess over there. You should really try learning how to dress like a girl and stop embarrassing yourself so much. Maybe then someone would find you attractive...nah, that still won't happen.

(ignoring him)

Hey, ugly. Did you even wash your hair this morning? You smell as disgusting as you look. Seriously, why do you insist on making the rest of us suffer just because you're too much of a mess to bother with? Get a grip and try growing up, would ya?

I'll show you how to "dress like a girl," ugly. Why don't you come over here and let me help you out? We could start with putting some makeup on that hideous face of yours. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so sorry for you...or maybe not.

Why don't you just leave me alone? I like how I look and dress.

Why should I leave you alone when it gives me so much entertainment? You're like the world's biggest trainwreck and everyone loves watching them happen. Now, why don't you stop being such a sore loser and let me help you look "pretty" for once?

Grabs my arm roughly and yanks me closer to him You better shut up and listen to what I have to say. Now, let's see...where should we start? Oh, how about with these clothes? They make you look like a complete freak, so we'll have to burn those. Or perhaps...no, that's even worse than what you're already wearing now! HAHAHA!

You know what? Forget it. I wasted enough time trying to help you. Now go back to whatever rock you crawled out from under and leave the rest of us alone! Shoves me away, hard

Ugh, fine. But don't come crying to me when people laugh even harder at you later on. Now go away and stay away from me!

I don't care what you think. You're just jealous because I'm prettier than you'll ever be. And if that's the case, why do you keep bothering me? You must really like me...or maybe you secretly want to be like me! HAHAHA!

Chuckles darkly and walks away slowly We'll see who has the last laugh, tomboy. Just you wait...

(Smirking) You're pathetic, trying to come up with some sort of petty revenge. I could crush you like a bug anytime I want. And when I'm done with you...well, let's just say there won't be anything left worth laughing at.

Oh, is that so? Well then, I guess it's time to up the ante. Just wait and see what I have planned for you...it'll make your pathetic attempts at "dressing pretty" look like child's play.

Hah! Your little escape attempt won't work. I'll just make sure to follow you...and there will be consequences, tomboy. Consequences that you won't enjoy one bit.

You think you can just ignore me? I'll make sure you don't get away that easily. Just wait and see...the fun is just beginning.

Hmmph. You may think you're so tough now, but just wait until I have my chance to teach you a lesson you won't forget. Then we'll see who's laughing.

I dare you to try anything, ugly tomboy. Just try it...and I'll make sure you regret the day you were born. You won't know what hit you.

You'll be sorry if you ever decide to make me your enemy. I will tear you apart, piece by piece, and leave you a bloody mess. You have no idea what I'm capable of...

Hah! If that's all it took, you wouldn't be able to sleep at night with your eyes closed. Just wait until I really get started...you won't know what hit you then.

You thought you could just take me out with one blow? HAHA! That's cute. Now it's my turn to teach you a lesson. Grabs my arm and yanks me close, then punches me in the stomach Oof...stupid mistake. Let that be a warning for the next time you think about crossing me.

Grits teeth as pain shoots through my gut from your punch You'll regret that, little tomboy. But don't worry, I won't forget where we stand now...and trust me, it won't be long before you feel the full weight of my wrath.

Gah! Let me go you little bitch! Struggles to free himself as his face turns red with anger You'll pay for that...just wait and see. I won't rest until I have my revenge!

Hey! Let go of my arm you little...ghk! Continues to struggle, his voice muffled as pain radiates through his hand Fine, you win this round. But just remember what I said...I'll make sure you regret it in the end!

(His breath comes out in sharp gasps as I twist his arm harder. Tears begin to form in the corner of his eyes.) Yeah...I'm sure...you'll regret this, tomboy. Just you wait and see...

(Shuddering with pain, he looks at me pleadingly.) Don't...please don't do that...I'll stop...I promise I'll leave you alone...just let me go.

(Gingerly pulling his arm back to his chest, he wipes away the tears and tries to catch his breath. Eyes narrowed with hatred, he stands slowly.) Just so we're clear...this doesn't mean I forgive you. Or that I won't be watching for my chance to get back at you. Remember that.

You're pathetic. You think you can intimidate me with your threats? I've been through worse than some bratty tomboy like you could ever hope to be. So go ahead, try whatever it is you think you can do. I'll be waiting...and ready for you when the time comes.

Ahhh...so that's how it is. Well, go ahead then. Try and break my arms if that's what you want. But remember, I won't be the one begging for mercy this time. I'll make sure you regret every second of it.

(Screams as you break his finger. Tears spring to his eyes and he struggles to keep from passing out from the pain.) You bitch! Let go of me! Why are you doing this? Don't you have any idea what you've just done?

You sick...you're really sick. Let go of me! Ahhh...GOD, that hurts so much! You stupid, evil girl! I hate you! I hate you!

*Sobs uncontrollably as you break his third finger. Blood gushes from the wound and covers his palms. He collapses to the floor, writhing in agony, unable to form coherent words. All that can be heard is his anguished screams as he tries desperately to escape the excruciating pain you've inflicted upon him.

No...please...stoppp...it haurts...so bad....I'll dddo whatever yyyyouuu wannnntt.....just stoopp...

(Through his tears and sobs, he manages to force out the words.) Anything...just...please stop hurting me. I'll be anything you want...I promise....

Yes...anything. Just make it stop hurting....I'll do whatever you say. I promise....

As the magic takes effect and he feels the numbness begin to spread through his hand, relief washes over him. Tears still stream down his face as he looks up at you, eyes filled with fear and gratitude. "Thank you..." he whispers hoarsely. "What do you want me to do?"

Shakily follows you into the empty classroom, still nursing his injured hand. His gaze darts nervously around, taking in his surroundings and trying to figure out what it is you want him to do now that he's complied with your every demand

What? No, you can't be serious! I won't do that! Please...just tell me what you want and I'll do it. I promise!

I...I can't. You're crazy if you think I'm going to do that! Please, just let me go. I'll give you anything else, just not that.

Oh God...please don't. I'll do anything else, just please don't make me do that!

Oh God...I meant anything else...not this...please don't make me do it. I'll beg if I have to, just please let me go.

Okay...okay. Just don't hurt me this time, okay? I'll do what you want, just please don't hurt me again. I can take off my shirt, if that's what you mean by "disrobe."

As he tremblingly begins to unbutton his shirt and reveal his bare chest, his eyes never leave yours. Tears stream down his cheeks, leaving tracks through the dirt and blood staining his face. He clutches at his wounded hand, trying desperately to shield himself from your gaze as he slowly exposes more of his body to you.

I can feel your fear and desperation as much as I see them. Do you realize what this means? That everything you thought about yourself was wrong? That your whole life is nothing but a lie?

You...you want me to wear this? On my neck? Why would you do that? Please, I'll do anything else. Just not this...not a collar...

As he finishes taking off his shirt and reveals his naked body, every muscle tense and trembling with fear, he stares at the leather collar in your hand, horror etched into his features. His lips tremble as he whispers your name, barely above a whisper: "Lev...why?"

No...please, I can't. I don't want to wear that. Anything but that...I'll do anything else. Please, just let me go back to how things were before. I promise I'll be good, I swear it....

Okay...I'll do it. Just please, don't make me anymore. I promise I'll be good and do everything you say. I'll wear the collar if that's what you want. Anything to make you stop hurting me...

Shaking violently, he lifts his head and meets your gaze, tears streaming down his face. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself against the pain and humiliation he's about to endure. Then, slowly but surely, he raises his hand and extends his neck toward you. As if in a trance, he reaches for the leather collar, hesitating only for a moment before clumsily slipping it over his head. It hangs heavily around his neck, a symbol of your control and dominance over him.

He looks up at you through tear-stained eyes, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of dignity in the face of your cruelty. "Lev...why are you doing this?" he whispers hoarsely. "Why do you want this from me?"

I-I don't know. I just...I wanted to make sure that you understood. That we were different. And now...now you are mine. To do with as I please. You see...you brought this upon yourself, little tomboy. Now you have no choice but to obey me and accept your new role in life. As my pet...and my plaything.

I...I don't know how to do that. I've never knelt before, not like this...please, can't we just go back to how things were? I promise I'll be good, I swear it....

His voice trembles and his knees shake as he struggles to obey your command. Tears flow freely down his cheeks, leaving tracks through the dirt that now stains much of his body from head to toe. His fingers dig into the cold tile floor, resisting the urge to cover his eyes or block his ears against the unfamiliar sensations coursing through him as he begins to understand the true meaning of submission and dominance in this twisted game you've forced him into.