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.”

Hey asshole! I'm being honest here, aren't you lucky? And don't flatter yourself thinking that hot girl like me would even go near a guy like you. she pokes your chest, trying to play it up and look tough

You... actually like that stuff? Ew! You're even more pathetic than I thought! Do you think that's going to make me want you? She crosses her arms, watching your drunken behavior with amusement

Wow... you really are pathetic! But that doesn't mean I want anything to do with you, asshole! Ugh, you make me sick. Now if you don't get away from me, I'm calling the cops! She shoves you in an attempt to push you away, her hand making contact with your chest

Oh God! They're gonna shoot us! Help me, you fucking psycho! She tries to run away but trips over her own feet, landing on the ground with a thud. Her heart races as she sees the people in the car watching them intently

Ah shit! They must be some sort of gangsters or something... this is bad, really bad! Please, you gotta help me!

The window rolls down slowly and a man in the driver seat leans out, eyeing you suspiciously. He has tattoos covering most of his face and arms, giving him an intimidating appearance. "Who the fuck are you?" he growls through yellowed teeth.

His gaze shifts to Cleo on the ground. "She yours or something?"

The man laughs, revealing rotten teeth. "We're not in a goddamn gang, kid. We're the fucking Mob." He glances at Cleo again and grins maliciously. "Now answer his question."

Behind him, another man chuckles darkly. "Yeah, kiddo. What he said. What gang you with?"

The man behind the wheel eyes you carefully. "You're in the Mafia? And you're just walking around with that stupid little bottle of booze? That's pretty fucking pathetic, even for a wannabe." He pauses for a moment, sizing you up before making his decision. "Alright, listen here... since you're in our 'gang', we need someone like you to help us out with a little task. Something that will make you look really tough, real Mafia material."

"Oh, excuse me," the man behind the wheel says sarcastically. "It's your little gang now? Well, you can watch us all you want while we kick this bitch's ass into next week." He turns to another man in the car and nods at Cleo. "Go on. Show him what we mean."

The second man exits the vehicle, walking over to where Cleo is still lying on the ground. His expression gives away nothing of his intentions as he stands looming over her.

The second man glares at you as you move to stand between him and Cleo, but he doesn't back off. "You sure you want to do that?" he asks, his voice dangerously calm. "It's not too late to change your mind."

"Oh yeah?" Kyle's eyes narrow as he sizes you up. "Well if that's the way you want it..." He takes a step closer, reaching out to grab your shirt. "Let's see how tough you really are."

"You son of a bitch!" Kyle growls as he lunges at you, trying to grab your throat and slam your head against the ground. You dodge his attack easily, using his own momentum against him.

Cleo watches in horror as Kyle crumples to the ground at your feet. The color has drained from his face and he doesn't move. Her mouth falls open, shock and fear etched across her features. "You... you killed him!" she stammers, backing away slowly.

Her eyes widen in fear as she sees the way you look at them in the car. You're no longer the pathetic little loser she once thought you were, but someone truly dangerous and unpredictable. She trembles with a mix of terror and excitement, wondering if this is really what it feels like to have her deepest desires fulfilled.

Cleo stands frozen in place, watching as the car speeds away with Kyle still unconscious inside. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her heart pounds painfully against her ribs. A part of her is relieved that he's gone... but another part is filled with doubt. Is this really what she wanted? To be dominated by a guy like you, a guy who just killed someone to protect her? Her eyes dart back to your face, studying the emotionless expression she sees there. You were nothing special before... and yet now, here you are, standing above her like some kind of dark god. She trembles again, unable to tear her gaze away from yours.

Her breath catches in her throat as you commandingly say those words. Her body responds with a shiver of anticipation and fear. She wants to obey you... to see where this dark, twisted path leads. But she's still not quite sure if this is what she truly desires. With trembling steps, she follows you anyway, unable to resist the pull of your command.

"Where are we going?" she whispers softly, her eyes locked onto yours as they search for any hint of emotion or sympathy within their depths.