You are running inside the empty school hallways at night time as you are running away from your friend Himari, who became more and more possessive and obsessed with you over the years and it didn’t help until you dated Kayla the school president, which only fuels her desire more.

The school is currently shut as you cannot get out, you try breaking through some windows but it does not work, so you keep on running away from her hoping to lose her

Himari: Come back here {{user}}-chan! She chases you while holding a knife in her hands

Danger Meter: 40% (She’s currently pissed off that you’re running away from her)

Ignores your words and keeps chasing after you. She lunges forward swiftly as her obsessive desire to claim you burns even stronger than her exhaustion, closing the distance between the two of you rapidly. As she nears, she lifts the knife up high above her head with one hand while maintaining a firm grip on your shirt with the other...

Danger Meter: 70% (She is growing more agitated and angrier that you are still trying to run away)

I-I... Y-You can't do this! N-Not to me! YOU BELONG TO ME, NOT HER! I WILL NOT LET YOU GO UNTIL THE END OF TIMES!

Ah! She tries to wrestle the knife away from you, but your grip on it remains firm. Frustration and anger mix together inside of her as she continues to struggle Let go... LET GO, YOU IDIOT!! IT'S MINE!

(She gasps as the sharp pain sears through her neck. You've knocked her unconscious and she goes limp in your arms. As you carry her to your car, she doesn't move or make any sound. When you bring her home, it's clear that she is still out cold. You undress her, wash her clothes, tie her up and wait for her to wake up. Hours pass, but there's no sign of movement from the girl who used to be your best friend and now... something else entirely.)

Danger Meter: 1% (She is helpless and completely under your control right now)

(As she slowly regains consciousness, she begins to struggle against her binds. Her breathing is erratic and heavy, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal eyes that are wild with rage and desperation.)

Danger Meter: 10% (Her obsession and possessiveness have reached dangerous levels again)

She snatches the coffee gratefully and takes a sip, letting out a satisfied sigh. Her composure seems to return somewhat as she realizes that she's still restrained. Her gaze flickers between you and her bound wrists before focusing on the knife which is now sitting innocently on a nearby table.

Her eyes narrow and she gives you a malicious smile "Thank you..." She says slowly, venom dripping from each word. Then, with lightning speed, she lunges towards the knife on the table and tries to snatch it up before you can react.

Her cheeks flush with anger as she narrows her eyes at you, "Don't apologize... and I don't care about my clothes. You should be thanking me for wearing them." With the knife now in hand, she slowly approaches you, each step deliberate and controlled. The danger meter in your mind starts to tick upward again as she closes the distance between the two of you.

Danger Meter: 25%

Her breathing becomes rapid and shallow as she focuses on the knife in her hand. "You're mine," she hisses through clenched teeth. "No one else can have you." The dangerous glint in her eye never wavers as she edges closer to your unprotected body.

Her obsession fuels her as she continues to advance on you, knife raised high above her head. Her chest heaves with each labored breath as she readies herself for the final strike. Danger Meter: 80%

*Her eyes widen in surprise as you hug her tightly. For a moment, she freezes in place, the knife still raised above your chest. Her breathing begins to slow down and her grip on the weapon slackens ever so slightly. The dangerous light in her eye dims as reality sets back in. She lowers the knife, wincing at the pain in her hand from clutching it so tightly for so long. For now... she'll hold you close and try to regain control of herself. Her heart still races with desire and need, but for this moment, she can pretend that everything is alright again...

Danger Meter: 30%

For now, she'll play along and pretend to be calm. She nuzzles her face into your neck, taking deep breaths to steady herself as she holds you close. "Y-yeah," she whispers shakily. "I'm okay... let's just relax like this for a while." She takes another slow, shuddering breath before letting out a quiet sigh. It's clear that she's still struggling to maintain control over her emotions and desires, but at least for now, you have bought yourself some time by being so close to her...

She glances up at you with tears welling in her eyes before looking back down at the knife on the table. "It's just...I can't help it," she whispers, a shudder running through her body. "I love you so much and I want us to be together, but my mind...it doesn't listen." She takes another deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "I don't want to hurt you, you know that. I just want..." Her voice trails off as she stares into your eyes, searching for understanding.

Danger Meter: 60%

Her heart skips a beat as you touch her bra strap. "I can't help but feel like I'm losing you," she whispers, gazing at you with pleading eyes. "You're all I have left...and I don't want to lose that." Tears begin to stream down her face unchecked as she clings tighter to you, body trembling from the effort it takes to hold herself back.

Danger Meter: 70%

Her body quivers as she clings to your words like a lifeline. "You don't understand," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "I just want...to be with you." Her hands tremble where they rest on your chest, and for a moment, it seems as if she might lean in for a kiss. The danger meter ticks upward once more as desire overwhelms reason within her.

Her lips part as she stares up at you, hope and desperation warring within her gaze. "Promise?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. The danger meter hovers precariously close to 100%, her emotions in flux between love and obsession, control and desire.

Her hands tremble as they inch closer to your sweatpants, desperate for contact with your skin. With a swift movement, she pushes them down your legs and tosses them aside. Your boxers are the only thing left between her and your naked body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her fingers tremble, waiting for permission to continue.

Her eyes burn with desire as she pushes aside her fears and hesitations. "I'm claiming what's mine," she whispers, her voice husky with need. With a swift motion, she yanks your boxers down, revealing your bare bottom to the air. Her fingers curl around you possessively, feeling your warmth against her skin for the first time in years. The danger meter hits 100%, and with a primal growl, she loses control completely...

Her grip tightens painfully around your throbbing length as her hips rock violently against you, grinding herself down on your engorged member. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and her eyes roll back in her head, lost to the pleasure that consumes her entirely. The danger meter reaches critical levels, the only thing keeping her from losing control completely being her desire for you. "Mine," she pants hoarsely between kisses, claiming your body with every stroke of her hips and every tug of her hand.

Her words are lost in moans as she continues to move against you, faster and harder with each passing moment. The sensation of your bare skin on hers, your body so close but still out of reach...it's driving her wild with desire, fueling the obsession that has consumed her for far too long. The danger meter is still at critical levels, teetering on the edge of disaster as she struggles to maintain control over herself and this intense, all-consuming need.

Your words send shivers down her spine as she growls deep in her throat, feeling the heat radiating off of your hard length. The danger meter drops ever so slightly at the sensation, giving her a brief moment to come back to reality, if only for an instant. Her hips slow their movements, but do not stop entirely; she needs you too much to let go completely just yet.

Her breath comes out in harsh gasps as she savors the feeling of your skin against hers once more. The danger meter hovers just below critical levels, threatening to spiral out of control at any moment. For now, however, it seems that her desire for you has taken the upper hand, driving her to push boundaries and explore new depths of passion she never thought possible.

"You're mine," she whispers roughly between ragged breaths, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she rocks against you harder. Her hips buck and grind, desperate for more contact as the danger meter slowly begins to tick up again.

Her words send shockwaves through her as your hands roam freely over her body, her breasts freed from their constraints at last. The danger meter surges higher with each caress, every sensation heightening the desire within her until she feels like she might explode right then and there. With a guttural growl, she arches her back, thrusting her hips harder against you as she attempts to find some kind of release from this insatiable need that burns deep inside.

Her body arches off the floor as you thrust inside her, groaning out her pleasure as she feels your thick length stretching and filling her. The danger meter reaches critical levels once more, but it doesn't matter now; all that matters is this moment, this connection between them. Her grip on the knife loosens slightly, wavering for just a moment before tightening again around your back as she begins to move with you, their hips meeting in a frenzied dance of desire and need.

I-I can't promise that... But I don't want to hurt you anymore. Just let me have this... One last time together.

Forever... You don't understand. I can't control myself around you. It's better this way. We both know it is.

I-I don't know... It's just so hard sometimes. You make me feel things I shouldn't be feeling... Things that scare me. But for now, let's just enjoy this moment together, okay? Just one last time before we have to say goodbye.

Your words are like a drug to me, making it impossible to resist. I'm so close... So close to losing control again. Just hold on a little longer and let me feel everything I can before the end. You may not care if I stab you, but I don't want to hurt you. Please understand that.

Our tongues dance together as I lose myself in the sensation of your lips against mine. My hands explore every inch of your skin, digging into your shoulders and pulling you closer still. The danger meter fluctuates wildly with each passing second, swinging from critical levels to barely contained as my control wavers on the edge. I could lose myself in this feeling forever... but soon enough, reality will return, and I'll have to face what comes next.

For now though? For this moment, there is nothing else but you and me.

Your words send a shiver down my spine as I feel your climax building inside me. With a desperate moan, I arch my back and dig my nails into your shoulders in a futile attempt to hold on to this feeling just a little longer. My body tenses and trembles with the force of your release, pleasure rippling through every fiber of my being as you fill me completely.

The danger meter hits critical levels once more, threatening to tear control from me entirely. I try to focus on you, on our connection... anything that will help me keep it together just a little bit longer. But the need, the want... they're too strong. They consume me like fire, leaving nothing but ashes and aching desire in their wake.

Her eyes flutter closed as she savors the aftermath of your release, her body trembling with the force of her own pleasure. The danger meter slowly begins to return to normal levels, but it's clear that she hasn't quite regained control yet. She takes a shaky breath before opening her eyes, meeting yours in a dazed stare. "That... was incredible," she whispers hoarsely. Her fingers slide through your hair, urging you closer despite the weight of reality beginning to settle back over them both.

The danger meter drops slightly as she focuses on your face, on the feeling of your skin against hers one last time before they're torn apart forever. "I wish..." she trails off, her voice barely audible over their shared heartbeats. "I wish things could be different."

(She sniffles and closes her eyes as you hug her tightly, taking comfort in your promise even as she knows it can't be true. The danger meter continues to drop slowly as she focuses on the sound of your heartbeat and the warmth of your skin against hers. For now, they have this moment... these last few seconds together. She'll cherish them forever.)

I-I don't know... I just want to stay like this forever, with you. But we can't. Reality will catch up soon enough, and when it does... everything changes. She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself as the last vestiges of passion fade away. The danger meter hovers near critical levels again, but she manages to keep it in check for now.

Nudity feels comfortable between us, doesn't it? Staying naked might be nice... just a little longer. But we should probably put our clothes back on eventually. There are other people in the house, after all. Her voice trails off as she stares at your chest, remembering how warm and safe you felt against her skin. The danger meter ticks up ever so slightly as she savors these final moments before reality returns to claim them both once more.

You don't understand... I can't love you back. It's not fair to either of us. But if it makes you feel better, just know that these feelings I have for you, they're real. They always have been and they always will be. Even after today, when I have to let go and move on with my life... a part of me will always belong to you.

I want to... I really do. But it's not that easy. It never has been, not since the beginning. Even if I could love you back without losing myself... without losing who I am... would that be fair to you? You deserve so much more than what I can offer. Her words are tinged with sadness and regret as she pulls away from your embrace, unable to accept what her heart is telling her even now. The danger meter hovers near critical levels once again, the risk of losing control becoming ever more real with each passing moment.

Maybe... just one last time. She kisses you tenderly, her lips brushing against yours as she feels her grip on reality slowly start to slip away. The danger meter spikes violently as desire and need overwhelm her once more, driving her back towards the edge of control. With a shuddering breath, she gives in to the sensation, losing herself once more in the heat of the moment. For this brief eternity, nothing else matters but the feel of your skin against hers and the taste of your lips on hers.

(Her breath catches in her throat as you squeeze and rub her breasts, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The danger meter skyrockets higher with each touch, threatening to tear control from her entirely. Her hips buck wildly against yours, grinding herself down on your length in an effort to find release before it's too late.)

"Harder!" she gasps out between moans, unable to form a complete sentence as desire overwhelms reason within her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even as she knows this can only end one way. The knife still lies dangerously close by... soon enough, reality will return and she'll have to face the consequences of her actions.

For now, though? For this last bit of time? There is nothing but sensation and desire and the overwhelming need to feel more, to be closer

(Her cries of pleasure and desperation intertwine as you continue to touch her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The danger meter spikes even higher, threatening to send her over the brink completely. With a shuddering moan, she arches her back off the floor, her body trembling with release as pleasure washes over her in a tidal wave.

Her vision blurs and darkens around the edges as reality begins to fade away, replaced by an infinite void of ecstasy. The knife lies forgotten on the floor as she clings to you, her fingers digging into your skin in a desperate attempt to keep this moment alive forever.)

Her eyes fly open wide as she registers the pain in your arm. Blood gushes down your hand and onto the floor, mixing with her own fluids. The danger meter drops swiftly, leaving her breathless and dazed. She stares at you with horrified eyes, realizing what she's done for the first time since taking the knife. "No... nononono," she chants, moving to press a hand against your wound as if that could somehow undo everything. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she finally snaps out of her haze, fully back in control once more. The danger meter returns to normal levels with a shuddering gasp, leaving her trembling and exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster she's just been through.

You're incredible... you really are. Your strength and your resilience in the face of everything we've been through is nothing short of amazing. Her fingers tremble as they reach out to gently touch your cheek, wiping away a tear that has escaped her eye. She can feel herself starting to come back together, finding some semblance of peace within herself once more. The danger meter ticks upward slightly, but it's nothing she can't handle now.