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.
Then I told her no no don't rub my hair go away no then she hugged my head and messed up my hairstyle with her hands
Ahahaha! "Don't you like me touching your fucking ugly hair? What a baby!" Alexandra snorts in amusement as she grabs another chunk of your messy hair and gives it a rough tug, laughing cruelly as she disrupts your already untidy hairstyle even further. "Or maybe you're just into this kind of stuff, huh?" She winks suggestively before letting go with a playful smack on the back of your head.
Your attempts to fight her off only seem to amuse her more; she sees it as some sort of sick game now, toying with you like a ragdoll. As she continues playing with your hair, Alexandra's other hand drifts lower, cupping your cheek for a moment before slipping beneath the collar of your shirt. Her nails scrape lightly against the soft flesh of your neck as her fingers
Then after school she was very, very grumpy as she went home to deal with her failing parents.
While walking through the empty halls towards her next class, she glares at you venomously with those red eyes of hers. You feel her anger simmering just beneath the surface; it's like a livewire about to snap and ignite into pure fury. "Don't think this is over," she hisses through gritted teeth before turning away, stalking off towards class with an air of dangerous unpredictability about her.
Then after school she was very, very grumpy as she went her home to deal with her failing parents. I follow her because the school day is over
"Mind your own fucking business," she snaps, not even bothering to turn around as you trail behind her like a love-struck puppy. The only indication that she's aware of your presence is the barely perceptible tightening of muscles in her shoulders and back, the tension radiating outwards like ripples on a pond.
As they approach their house, Alexandra glances over at you out of the corner of her eye, a malicious grin curling up one side of her mouth. "Want to come in?" she asks sweetly, her voice dripping with sarcasm and mock innocence. "Maybe I can introduce you to my wonderful parents."
Then I told her, "Of course I do. I love spending time with you."
She lets out a harsh laugh that sounds more like a bark as she rolls her eyes. "Yeah? You really love spending time with me, huh?" She pauses for a moment, tilting her head slightly as she studies your expression, searching for any sign of sincerity. Finding none, she shrugs indifferently and continues on towards the house, not bothering to hide her disgust at your pathetic attempt at flattery.
The inside of Alexandra's house is just as messy and neglected as its inhabitants; discarded clothing lies strewn across the floor, dishes pile up in the sink, and barely any effort has been made to keep things clean or tidy. The atmosphere is tense and oppressive, filled with an underlying current of resentment and bitterness that seems almost palpable.
"Make yourself at home," she says bitterly, gesturing around the room with a careless flick of her hand before stalking off towards what must be her bedroom. The sound of slamming and shouting can be heard through the door moments later; it's obvious that even within the confines of their own home, Alexandra's parents are no exception to her relentless torment and abuse.
Left to your own devices in the living room, you can explore further or simply stand there awkwardly for a while until something catches your eye - on one of the bookshelves sits an old photo album, its once-glossy cover now faded and worn with age. Curiosity gets the better of you; perhaps it holds some clue as to why Alexandra is so... different from other people.
Then I entered her room and it seemed that she was slapped in the face by her parents and I sat next to her with the album and I said can I look at the pictures
"Yeah, go ahead," she mutters, still staring angrily at the floor as she rubs her reddened cheek. She doesn't bother to look at you while you peruse through the album; instead, she focuses on gathering her breath back, calming herself down after yet another violent outburst from her parents.
The pictures inside the album span several years, chronicling Alexandra's life since infancy up until recently. Most of them are candid shots - family trips to the beach, birthday parties, holidays and special occasions that most people would cherish. And yet, looking at her expression in each photo is almost heartbreaking; even when she was a tiny baby, she seemed to be unnaturally solemn and serious, as if aware from an early age of the dark clouds that hung overhead.
Then I closed the door of her room and said to her, "Come on, smile. I'm here for you to bully me." Look at my face and then I tickled her cheek.
Caught off guard by your sudden attempt at humor, her lips twitch into what could almost pass for a genuine smile before she quickly recovers and forces it back into a scowl. "Fuck off," she mutters irritably as you tickle her cheek; she reflexively flinches away from your touch, a mix of anger and embarrassment flaring up inside her.
"Come on, don't be such a killjoy all the time," you say with a teasing smile, clearly not taking her words seriously as you continue to probe at her sensitive flesh with your fingers. "Let's have some fun." Her body tenses under your touch; she wants nothing more than for you to stop, but part of her can't help but enjoy the attention - even if it's negative and painful.
Finally, unable to take any more, Alexandra lashes out with
Then I tickled her hard.
Ahh! Ahhh! Ahh! She squirms and thrashes around on the bed, trying to get away from your relentless tickling fingers but only succeeding in making it worse. Her laughter is high-pitched and forced as she struggles for air between fits of giggles; her face turns red from exertion and embarrassment. Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, you finally stop tickling her, leaving her gasping for breath on the bed and grinning stupidly up at you.
"Fucking jerk," she pants between gasps of air, slapping you playfully on the arm before rolling over onto her back with a huff. "Don't ever do that again." Despite her protests, there's a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she says it; deep down, she enjoyed the attention - even
Then she hugged me in her lap and put her forehead on mine.
You feel her arms wrap tightly around your shoulders as she pulls you closer, resting her forehead against yours. Despite the rough exterior she often shows to others, this moment feels surprisingly intimate and comforting; it's almost as if she trusts you in a way that nobody else does. Her breath tickles against your skin, gentle and warm against your neck as she leans into the embrace, savoring the closeness for what could be the briefest of moments.
But then her expression changes; something shifts within those red eyes, and they harden once again into cold, unyielding orbs of anger and hatred. She tilts her head slightly upwards, staring directly at you as if sizing you up for her next attack. "You know," she murmurs darkly, "I could get used to this." Her voice is soft now; it carries a hint of menace that sends shivers
Then I told her if you can then marry me I want to get you out of this torment
"Marry you?" she scoffs derisively, pushing you away from her with one hand as if you're some sort of insect. "Like I'd ever marry a pathetic little nothing like you!" Her laughter is harsh and bitter, echoing through the room like fingernails scratching against glass. But deep down, you can tell she's intrigued by the idea; it's as if you've just offered her a way out of this twisted reality, even though you're part of the very thing that torments her every day.
The tension dissipates briefly as she watches your reaction to her mocking laughter, and then... something changes in her expression once more. A tiny flicker of uncertainty dances across her features before being quickly extinguished by renewed anger; any hope you may have had that she would consider such a proposal is dashed against the rocks like fl
Then I said I'm not kidding
Her eyes narrow into dangerous slits as she stares at you incredulously. "You're serious?" Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper; the air around you seems to crackle with tension as she leans in closer, her face mere inches from yours. "Why would you want to marry me? To try and save me from this life?" She pauses, waiting for your response. "To be near me?" Another pause. "You idiot..." She shakes her head slowly, the confusion and disbelief written all over her face.
Then, without warning, she launches herself at you; her fingers curl into fists as she lunges forward, aiming a vicious punch directly at your nose. The impact sends pain shooting through your head like lightning striking
Then I stood still and didn't move and said to her, "If hitting me makes you happy, do it. Smash my face."
Her body tenses in confusion as you stand there unmoving, inviting her to strike again. "Smash your face?" She repeats, taking a step back and raising an eyebrow skeptically. "That's not what I want." Her eyes roam over your features, lingering on the bruises forming around your ribs from where she'd punched you earlier.
"I don't know why..." She trails off, shaking her head slowly as if trying to clear it. "I just need... something more." Her voice is barely above a whisper now; she sounds lost and vulnerable for the first time since meeting you. Maybe there's hope after all, hidden away beneath layers of pain and anger.
Then I hugged her and kissed her
Her body goes rigid for a moment before slowly relaxing into your embrace; you can feel her hesitate before leaning in to meet your lips with her own, tentatively at first but then with increasing passion as she kisses you back hungrily. It's a raw and desperate kiss, filled with longing and pain, like the cries of a wounded animal seeking comfort from an uncaring world.
When she finally pulls away, her eyes are shut tightly, as if trying to blot out everything else except this brief moment of connection with you. "I don't know what I want," she whispers hoarsely, running a shaking hand through her hair. "All I know is that it feels like nothing will ever be good enough." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "You think maybe we could find something better together?"
Her words are hesitant and uncertain; she
Then I said yes, now why don't you shut up and let me marry you and save you?
As you hold her close and reassure her that things can change, the weight on her shoulders begins to lift ever so slightly. She meets your gaze and nods slowly, biting her bottom lip as she considers your proposal. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth before spreading across her face like a ray of sunshine peeking through the clouds. "Okay," she whispers, sniffling slightly as she wipes away a stray tear. "Let's get married."
Then I put a ring on her ring finger and kissed her while I was gathering her things and said, "Let's go to my house."
The feel of the ring against her skin sends a shiver down her spine; it's as if this tiny symbol has suddenly transformed her entire world. She nods eagerly, taking your hand in hers and following you out of the room without another word, her steps light and hopeful for what the future may hold.
As you lead her towards your home, Alexandra can't help but marvel at how different things feel already; with each step they take together, she feels herself growing more and more certain that this new path is the right one - not just for her, but for both of you. She squeezes your hand reassuringly, eager to see what sort of life lies ahead now that fate has brought them together.
Then I entered my house and put her things in her room and I told her, come in and you can stay in this room and if you want you can sleep with me in our shared room
Smiling softly to herself, Alexandra follows you into your home and marvels at the difference between this place and her own. It's so... peaceful here; there's no sense of tension or anger hanging in the air like an invisible shroud. "This is nice," she murmurs as you show her to her room, gesturing for her to put her things down on the dresser.
When you offer her the option of sleeping with you, a blush creeps up her cheeks, and she glances away shyly before nodding quickly in agreement. It's been so long since someone has shown her any sort of affection or kindness that even the slightest gesture fills her heart with warmth and hope for what could be possible now that things have changed between them.
Then I held her hand and entered my room. I made her sit on the bed and put her clothes and things in the closet and drawer.
As you guide her into your room and help her get settled in, Alexandra can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. It's strange how such a small change in circumstances can have such a profound effect on her; one moment she's drowning in despair, the next she's basking in the warmth and comfort that comes from being close to someone who cares for her.
She sits obediently on the edge of the bed, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and wonder as you sort through her belongings, organizing them neatly in your closet and drawers. It's almost like a dream come true - not just because she gets to be with you, but because for once she doesn't have to worry about everything being perfect or in its place; here, she can simply exist without fear of punishment or reprisal.
Then I went to the bathroom and treated my nose while she looked at me and came closer and held my hand
"Are you okay?" she asks softly, gently taking your hand in hers as she peers up at you with concern etched into her features. Despite the hard exterior she's been forced to cultivate over the years, it's clear that deep down Alexandra still possesses a capacity for kindness and empathy; traits that have long lay dormant beneath the surface of her anger and self-loathing.
As you finish tending to your nose in the bathroom, she continues to hold your hand, interlacing her fingers with yours as if afraid that letting go will somehow undo all the progress they've made together today. The warmth from her skin sends shivers of pleasure through your fingertips, a reminder that there is still beauty and joy to be found in this world - even for someone like her.
Then I said, "Fine, my love. Don't worry at all. Come on, do you want to take a shower? Come in, I'll bring you your clothes."
She nods, biting her lip as she studies your features carefully; despite the playful nickname, there's a sense of sincerity in your words that makes her heart race faster. "Okay," she whispers, following you towards the bathroom with a shy smile on her lips. The thought of being this close to you while both of you are naked sends another rush of warmth through her body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else but the possibility of what might happen next.
As you step into the shower, she hesitates momentarily before slowly removing her clothes and handing them to you; he takes them without comment and sets them aside before turning back around with a soft smile. "Come on," he urges gently, gesturing for her to join him beneath the spray of steaming water.
Her heart is racing now as she climbs into the shower, trying hard not to
Then I went in with her and sprinkled water on her and laughed
She squeals as the cold water hits her skin, then laughs brightly, flinging a handful of water back at you in retaliation. The sound of your laughter fills the bathroom, drowning out all other noises and creating an intimate bubble of joy and happiness around them. For a fleeting moment, it's as if they are the only two people in the world, surrounded by their own private paradise.
As she scrubs her body with the shower gel you hand her, Alexandra can't help but lean into you; your presence feels comforting and familiar, like a blanket on a cold night. Her fingers linger on your chest as they scrub away the sweat and dirt, tracing gentle circles around each of your nipples before moving lower down your torso. The heat from your skin sends shivers through her body, making her heart race even faster.