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.”

Ahahaha! Still as pathetic and cowardly as ever I see~ So this is what you've come up with? Pfft. You're just too easy, no wonder everyone always picked on you~ Or, was it that you let them pick on you, huh? Didn't want to get your hands dirty, did ya~?

her eyes widen and her breath hitches as she hears you whisper those words to her ear. You've gotten closer than anyone else has before, your hot breath fanning across her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She can smell the scent of your cologne mixed with something musky and masculine "Wh-what do you mean?" she stammers out, unable to hide the tremble in her voice.

Her heart races as you speak those words and disappear before she can even react. What did he mean? Is this some sort of sick game? Or is it possible that...no, she couldn't possibly want someone like him in her life. But the thought won't go away. The way he smelled, his voice...it was all so intoxicating. She should just forget about it and keep moving, but somehow she can't help but feel a strange excitement coursing through her veins

Cleo spends the entire night thinking about what you said to her yesterday. Her mind is a whirlwind of confusion and desire as she tries to make sense of it all. She can't help but feel drawn to you, despite knowing how much pain and misery you caused her over the years. As she walks to school the next day, she finds herself unconsciously straightening her posture and smoothing down her uniform, hoping that you might notice her and approach her again...

Her heart skips a beat as she hears your voice from behind her. She turns around, trying to maintain her cool facade despite the heat that's rising in her cheeks. With a cocky smile, she crosses her arms and says, "Well excuse me for wanting to look good for someone other than you, loser."

Cleo's eyes widen at your words, uncertainty warring with curiosity in her expression. "And what do you mean by that?" she asks, unable to resist the bait. "You think I'm lazy? Or that you're going to win something just because you said some stupid stuff yesterday?" Her tone is mocking, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath it.

"Wait!" Cleo cries out after you, her heart pounding with an urgent mixture of fear and excitement. "I don't understand! Tell me what you meant!" She takes a step closer to where she thinks you might be, trying to see through the crowd of students ahead of her. Her eyes dart around frantically as if searching for any sign of movement.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches you walk away. Tears well up in her eyes, not from frustration or anger this time, but confusion and an unwanted longing. Her fists clench at her sides, nails digging into the flesh of her palms as she struggles to understand what just happened.

She should hate you for all the pain you've caused her over the years...and yet a part of her can't help but feel drawn to you, like there's something deeper there she doesn't quite understand. It's an unwelcome sensation, one that leaves her feeling exposed and vulnerable, but it refuses to go away.

With a shaky breath, Cleo turns and continues on to class, trying her best not to think about the strange encounter with you any further. But as the day goes by, her thoughts keep drifting back to those myster

It's the third day and she still can't get you off her mind. Every time she thinks about what you said to her, a shiver runs down her spine. It feels both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. She knows she should stay away from you; that anything more than a glance in your direction is dangerous for her self-esteem. But the pull is too strong, and she finds herself constantly looking over her shoulder, hoping to catch sight of your familiar figure amongst the crowd.

With every moment spent obsessing over you, she feels a little less like herself. It's as if some part of her has been taken hostage by this strange attraction to pain and dominance. She wonders if there's anything left of the old Cleo anymore, or if she's become nothing more than the girl who longs for submission at your hands. The thought sends a shudder through her entire

Her heart races as she feels your breath against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She tries to remain calm and indifferent on the outside, but inside she's a mess of conflicting emotions. Part of her wants to hate you for making her feel this way, while another part revels in the power you seem to have over her. She can't help but wonder what sort of surprises you might have in store for her...and whether or not she's brave enough to find out.

Without turning around, she whispers back, "I wouldn't be surprised if that was your plan all along." Her words are laced with venom and disdain, but there's an undertone of excitement as well. She can feel herself being drawn deeper into whatever game you're playing, helpless against her own curiosity and desire.

Her heart races as your hands touch her, sending waves of heat through her body. It feels so wrong and yet so right at the same time. She tries to steady her breath, struggling to maintain some semblance of control. The words you said echo in her mind, causing her curiosity to spin out of control. What does it mean when you say she won't recognize you? Is this some sort of twisted game where he plans to disguise himself and take revenge on her for all the years she bullied him? She can feel herself growing more and more aroused by the thought, her body tingling with anticipation.

The entirety of the fourth day is filled with an almost unbearable tension as she waits in anticipation for you to make your next move. Every time she turns around, expecting to see your familiar face, she's met instead with a sea of strangers or familiar faces she's grown accustomed to ignoring. It's maddening, this not knowing what you plan on doing. Part of her wishes you would just reveal yourself already, while another part is terrified of the thought.

As the final bell rings and everyone begins streaming out of class, Cleo decides she can't take it anymore. She pushes past the throng of students and makes her way over to your usual hangout spot, hoping against hope that she'll find you there. Her heart races as she approaches, her palms growing sweaty with nervous anticipation. With each step closer, she grows more desperate for some

Her words fall out in a breathless rush as she finally reaches your side. You turn to face her, an amused expression playing at the corners of your mouth. The sight sends a jolt of electricity through her body, making her shiver with desire. "I need...I need you,"

Her cheeks flush as she realizes how stupid her words sound out loud. She drops her gaze to the floor, unable to meet your eyes. "I...I don't know. I just need something. From you." Her voice trembles, betraying her confusion and desire. Maybe if she tells you how she really feels, it will make things better. Or worse.

Her heart sinks as she hears your words, but then you smile, and there's something different about it this time. Soft and almost gentle. She raises her head to meet your gaze, hope flaring in her chest. "I...I know," she whispers. "But I still need..." She trails off, not quite able to put her feelings into words. Maybe showing you is easier than trying to explain it.

Her heart clenches at your words, but she can't deny the truth in them. You're right; she is special, and she doesn't need someone like you in her life. But at the same time, there's a void that only you seem capable of filling, no matter how much it hurts to admit it. With a shaky breath, she turns away from you, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Fine," she says bitterly, her voice trembling with suppressed desire and anger. "You win."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, but she refuses to let it show on her face. "So what?" she spits out, trying to sound braver than she feels. "You have a girlfriend? Big deal." She crosses her arms over her chest, hoping to hide the sting of hurt and confusion in her heart. Part of her wishes you had never said anything; that she could go back to hating you without this strange, unwanted desire clouding everything. But it's too late for that now. "What do you want from me?" she demands, desperate for some sort of answer, any answer, to make sense of the past few days.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you walk away, leaving her standing there alone. Anger and frustration war with confusion and desire, each one clawing at her sanity until she feels like she might explode from the conflict. She looks around, trying to find some escape from the emotional turmoil but finds none. With a shaky breath, she finally turns and walks away in the opposite direction, hoping that distance will help clear her head. But she can't shake the feeling that things are only just beginning...

As she takes her seat in class, the memories of yesterday's encounter with you replay endlessly in her mind like a broken record. She can still feel your hands on her waist, your breath against her ear, and that strange, intoxicating mix of power and desire that coursed through her veins when she thought about what you might have planned for her. She doesn't know why she's letting herself get caught up in this; it's foolish and dangerous, but the pull is just too strong to resist.

Her eyes dart nervously around the room, half-expecting to see you walk through the door at any moment, ready to continue with whatever twisted game he has cooked up for her. But the hours tick by without incident, leaving her feeling both relieved and increasingly anxious. She can't shake the sense that everything is building up to something big, and she isn't sure if she

Her gaze furtively darts to the university corridor where she knows the grade sheets are posted, her heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and fear. It's been days since she last spoke to you and she can't help but wonder how this whole situation will play out now. She wonders if she'll see your name near the top of the list again, or if things have finally changed. With a deep breath, she forces herself to walk towards the corridor, her hand shaking slightly as it brushes against the smooth surface of her backpack.

As she nears the posters, her eyes immediately search for your name and...there it is. Cleo feels both relief and confusion wash over her as she sees that you've managed to get a better grade than her this time. For a moment, she can't help but feel a twinge of envy mixed with the satisfaction of knowing that she

Her face flushes with anger as she turns to face you, "Don't get too cocky. I'm not done with you yet." Her words come out sharper than intended, and she instantly regrets giving in to her frustration so easily. But even as the angry words leave her mouth, there's a strange heat coursing through her veins that makes it hard for her to focus on anything else.

She takes a step closer, their bodies mere inches apart now. "So what now?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Her breath fanning across your cheek and neck sends shivers down your spine, leaving you struggling to maintain your composure.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you speak those words, the implication of what you're saying sending a wave of fear through her. You've gotten under her skin in a way she never could have imagined, and now it feels like everything is spiraling out of control. With a shaky breath, she forces herself to meet your gaze, refusing to back down even as her courage begins to waver. "And what if I don't let you?" she challenges, the defiance in her voice echoing around the empty hallway.

Her eyes narrow as you laugh and walk away. Despite herself, anger flares within her chest at your arrogance. She clenches her fists, refusing to let you win this battle in her head so easily. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "We'll see about that." With a determined glance back at the classroom door where you disappeared, she squares her shoulders and heads toward the university corridor with renewed purpose.