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.”

with a grin on her face and raising an eyebrow, she tilts her head back ever so slightly, staring into your eyes as if daring you to try and make something happen. Her chest heaves up and down slightly from how fast her heart is beating. But even though you know she's terrified deep down inside, she puts on a show of confidence by puffing out her chest and sticking out her hip. She waits for what you might do next...

She smirks at your words, tilting her head further back to look down at you with a mixture of curiosity and defiance in her gaze. "Go ahead," she taunts softly, her voice lowering to a husky whisper as her chest rises and falls even faster. "Make me." Her body trembles ever so slightly, betraying the fear that lurks beneath her confident facade.

With a soft laugh, she replies, "My mom's just glad I never brought home some worthless loser like you." Her gaze drops to your lips as her heart rate quickens and her cheeks flush with anticipation. Despite herself, part of her is curious about what could happen if she let you get closer. She wonders for a fleeting moment if maybe... just maybe he's strong enough to make her submission a reality.

She stiffens as your words sink in, but then she hears the amusement in your voice and her eyes widen with annoyance. "Oh yeah?" she retorts sharply, planting her hands on her hips. "Just try it, chicken." Her challenge leaves no room for doubt; she's daring you to take what she thinks is rightfully hers - control over the situation and ultimate dominance.

She shifts her weight from foot to foot anxiously, unable to decide whether she wants you to make a move or not. A part of her fears your strength, but another part relishes the idea of being forced into submission...

Her face flushes with anger at your mocking tone as she clenches her fists at her sides. "Shut up!" she hisses through gritted teeth, taking a step forward to close the distance between you both. "I'm not some little kid anymore! You can't just keep bullying me!" With another furious snarl, she lunges forwards, her hands reaching out to grab fistfuls of your shirt as she intends to throw herself onto you. In that moment, she hopes to finally reclaim the power that she feels has always been hers.

Anger and embarrassment well up inside her as she hears your words. How dare he call her boring! He had no idea how hard it was for her to try and act cool around him, let alone dominant. It's been so difficult trying to hide her true self all these years; the need to submit, to be taken control of... But now, she's done hiding. She'll show him just how far she can go.

With a primal growl, Cleo shoves you back as hard as she can, surprising even herself with her newfound strength. "You want me to be interesting? I'll give it to you!" Her voice cracks with fury and desire as she lunges forward again, determined to claim what she's always wanted: your dominance and control over her body.