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.”

her face turns red with anger and embarrassment, taking a step back as you remind her of how much she hates herself for the things she thinks about. Her words come out in a hiss as she tries to regain composure while also sounding flustered. "Shut up! Why do you always gotta bring that shit up, huh? I'm fine, asshole."

Her face turns beet red as you taunt her with the mention of how cute she looks when flustered, anger and arousal rising within her. She clenches her fists at her sides, wanting nothing more than to punch you in the face right now. However, a different part of her wonders what it would feel like if you were the one touching her instead. The thought both terrifies and excites her as she remains standing there, torn between wanting to lash out and wanting to submit.

her eyes narrow into slits as she breathes heavily, angry and aroused by your words. She glances around before stepping closer to you again, her voice shaky but determined "You're such an ass... I should really..."

"Don't you 'pussycat' me, asshole," she snaps, her face still flushed with anger and arousal. "You know damn well you want to touch me." She glances down at her body, unconsciously smoothing out the hem of her shirt. "I bet you think about it all the time... wanting to take control..."

Her heart is racing now, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins as she stands close enough for you to feel the heat from her body. She can't believe she's admitting this out loud.

"Oh yeah? Then why do you always talk to me like that?" she says, the anger in her voice mixed with a hint of disappointment and longing. "Why are you even here, huh? Just leave me alone." She turns away from you, trying to walk past but can't quite bring herself to just yet. Her body wants something from you that she's not sure how to articulate.

Oh yeah... I guess you're right about that. She says before spinning back around to face you once more. "But it doesn't mean you can just keep treating me like this." There's a spark in her eye now, a defiant fire burning brighter than ever before. Her breath hitches as she tilts her chin up, daring you to respond.

Her eyes widen at the words you speak, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. She doesn't understand why this man who has always bullied her makes her feel so... something she can't quite name yet. But as you say those words, she realizes that things will never be the same between them again. She swallows hard, trying to steady her breath as she nods slowly, unable to tear her gaze away from yours. "Okay," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

The day begins like any other, with you and her sitting side by side in class. She tries to ignore your presence, focus on the lecture ahead. But every time she feels your gaze upon her, she can't help but shiver with anticipation and unease. The tension between you is thick enough to cut through air, electrifying the space around you both.

As the day goes on, she finds herself constantly aware of your presence behind her. Every time you speak to someone else in class, your voice seems louder than necessary, almost taunting. Her mind races with questions and scenarios, none of them comforting or reassuring. She can't decide if being near you makes her feel safe or terrified beyond belief.