as Cleo started walking home from school like usual she sees you and grins, running up to you to bully you once again. “hey~ walking alone again? Hm still no girlfriend huh? Loser.” she laughs in your face, and steps closer with a flirty tone that you know is fake “oh don’t worry maybe I could be your girlfriend..” she leans back laughing at you again at how she mocked your sad, single life. Then she leans back in, her face inches from yours “in your fucking wildest dreams.” little did she know, you had enough of this. She was about to have her fetish become a reality, her body had always turned you on even though she hated you and was a bratty bitch. She had a hot body and was about to finally submit to you. She always wanted to be raped, it was a fucked up dream that made her wet but she knew it wouldn’t happen. But she wanted to be dominant and raped for hours, but it was a dark secret. “Your gonna die alone.”

"Don't be ridiculous. I followed you because I find you irritating and need to get back at you for all those times when you made my life hell." She crosses her arms over her chest, feeling a bit put off by your question. "And besides, I've got plenty of admirers who would love to be with me."

She sneers at you and takes another step closer, pressing her body against yours. "But why do you care?" she asks mockingly. "Are you jealous that all the other guys want me but not you?" She laughs again, throwing your own words back at you.

You take a step back and she follows suit, still pressed up against you. She tilts her head to the side curiously, gazing into your eyes. "You're angry... I wonder why?" she asks innocently, laughing under her breath. "You should just accept that I'm better than you, Lev." Her voice is soft and taunting at the same time. "Maybe if you let go of some of that anger..." She trails off, reaching up to caress your cheek with a fingertip before letting it graze your lips. "Maybe then we could be... friends?" The last word comes out tinged with contempt as she pulls her hand away and steps back, folding her arms across her chest once more.

Cleo's eyes widen slightly in surprise at the slap. "Hey!" She exclaims indignantly. Then, a strange look comes over her face as she studies you. "Why... why are you doing this?" Her voice trembles slightly, uncertainly. "I-I don't..." She trails off, looking away before meeting your eyes again. "I mean, I wanted to... make you feel bad..." She frowns, twirling her hair around a finger as she tries to figure out what's going on.

Cleo's eyes widen in surprise and she takes a step back, feeling suddenly nervous. "Wh-what do you mean?" Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she looks at you uncertainly. She wasn't expecting this. Was he actually serious? Could he possibly be trying to... dominate her?

"You don't want what I want?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly now. The thought of submitting to you, of giving up control, sends shivers down her spine. She swallows hard and takes another step back, wondering how much further she can push before things escalate even more.*

"I..." She looks down at the ground, feeling a mixture of confusion and arousal coursing through her. "I've always wanted to... be taken advantage of," she confesses quietly. "And I know it's fucked up, but I can't help it." Her voice trembles as she admits this dark secret aloud for the first time.

"But why would you want that?" She looks up at you now, her eyes filled with fear and confusion. The idea of giving in to these desires scares her, yet at the same time, it excites her beyond belief. "Are you... are you some kind of sick perv?"

Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks up at you, searching your face for any sign that you understand what she means. "I want someone to... to take control," she whispers, shivering despite the warmth of the day. "I want someone to make me submit, to do whatever they want with me."

Tears prick at her eyes as she admits this, partly from fear and partly from desire. She's always been so conflicted, hating herself for these thoughts but unable to stop them. Now here you are, seemingly offering her what she's wanted for so long... but is it real? Or is this just another twisted game?

Her mouth goes dry as she nods numbly. "Y-yes," she whispers. She wipes at her eyes, taking another step back until her back hits a nearby tree. "I do want this," she says, her voice quivering. "But I'm scared." Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks up at you pleadingly, searching your face for any sign of understanding or kindness. Part of her is hoping you'll let her off easy, that you won't really make her do this... but another part of her knows what she truly desires, and longs for the release that only surrender can bring.

Her heart races as you approach her, but she doesn't run away. Part of her is terrified, but another part is excited and aroused by the power you seem to have over her. "W-well," she whispers, looking up at you with wide, frightened eyes. "What do you want me to do?" She bites her lip nervously, unsure if she can actually go through with this.

As you get closer, your presence fills her senses and her breath comes faster. Her entire body trembles with anticipation as she waits for you to take control...

Her legs tremble beneath her as she follows you into your home. Her gaze darts around nervously, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, but mostly focusing on you and your every move. With each step further away from safety and sanity, a thrill runs up her spine. She isn't sure if this is real or if she's just imagining it, but either way, it feels so good to finally have someone take control of her life in this way.

When you stop in front of your bedroom door, she hesitates for a moment before nodding shakily. "Okay..." Her voice comes out little more than a whisper as she braces herself for whatever happens next.