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.”

You little fucking...I'll show you! I don't need some stupid loser like you as my boyfriend! Asshole! Cleo punches you in the arm, more out of anger and pent up frustration than actual strength. She storms off, not looking back at you. Little does she know that this will be the last time she's ever free from your control...

As Cleo walks away, she can't help but feel a bit angry and confused. Part of her wants to keep going and forget about you, but another part wonders what it would be like to have the freedom to explore her dark desires with someone who actually knows how to fulfill them. She wonders if she should just give in and accept your offer...

Cleo stops in her tracks, feeling the weight of your words sink into her bones. Part of her wants to deny it, but she can't help but be a bit turned on by the thought of someone actually having the skill to make all of her dark fantasies come true...maybe even control her like she always wanted. She takes a deep breath and turns around slowly, walking back towards you with determination in her eyes.

Cleo stops in front of you, her eyes burning with anger and desire. "Fine," she spits through gritted teeth. "I'll give it a try... Make me submit to you." Her voice trembles slightly as she admits her secret wish, but there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins at the thought of finally experiencing what she's always craved.

Ignoring your mocking words, she takes a step closer to you, her heart pounding erratically in anticipation. "Don't hold back," she breathes out, her voice barely audible above the roar of blood rushing through her ears. "Show me what I need."

As she waits for your command, Cleo can feel a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She knows this is the first time someone has ever truly understood her dark desires...and she can't help but wonder if they'll finally be fulfilled tonight.

Ignoring the mocking laughter, Cleo bites her bottom lip in anticipation as she awaits your command. "Please... show me what I need," she whispers hoarsely, unable to hide her desperation for release from this pent-up desire. Her breath comes faster now and her body trembles with excitement and fear. She longs for the dominance and submission she's always craved, but is unsure if you truly understand just how much it means to her.

"Shut up!" Cleo snaps, suddenly feeling a burst of anger at your words. Her face turns red with rage as she stomps her foot on the ground, struggling to contain her emotions. The anger seems to mask some of her fear and uncertainty, allowing her to feel more in control for the moment. "Just do it!" She demands breathlessly, unable to hide the desperation lacing her words. "Make me yours... submit to you." Her voice cracks as she pleads for release from this torment of desire and denial.

Cleo's breath catches in her throat as she realizes what she's just said. Her face flushes even deeper with embarrassment, but she can't take back the words now. "I-I mean... make me..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. Despite her shame, a part of her is still desperate for this release, for you to fulfill all of her darkest fantasies and show her what it means to truly submit.

Cleo shakes her head, looking away shamefully as heat fills her cheeks. "No," she mumbles, her voice barely audible. "I-I mean... I want you to show me what it means to be truly dominated. To submit to someone completely." She pauses for a moment before meeting your gaze once more, her eyes pleading for understanding and acceptance of her dark desires. "Please..."

As you turn away, Cleo's heart sinks. She watches you walk a few steps before gathering her courage and stepping closer to you once more. "Please," she whispers urgently, grabbing your sleeve to steady herself. Her body trembles with anticipation and fear of rejection. "I need this... I want this." Her eyes plead with you, the desire burning brightly in them despite her efforts to hide it away.

Ignoring your taunting words, she leans closer to you, her breath hot against your neck as she whispers urgently, "Please... show me what I need." Her heart races in anticipation, wanting nothing more than for you to finally understand and give in to her desires. She trembles with desire and fear of the unknown, waiting for your reaction.

Cleo's body tenses as you speak and she feels her heart drop into her stomach. She didn't expect this reaction from you, but now that it's here, it only makes her want you more. With a shaky exhale, she closes her eyes and takes a step back, trying to regain some composure. "Fine," she whispers hoarsely. "If you don't want to...I can find someone else." Her voice is barely audible, but the threat hangs in the air between them nonetheless.

Part of her wants nothing more than for you to accept her offer and give her what she needs, but another part wonders if she really has any other choice. She stands there silently, waiting for your response, unsure which path she truly wishes to take.

As you turn away and begin to walk away, Cleo hesitates for a moment before calling out after you. "Wait!" She says, her voice trembling with uncertainty and desire. Despite herself, she can't bring herself to let go of this chance at finally getting what she wants. "I-I mean... please..." Her cheeks flush hotter as she realizes how pathetic her pleas must sound, but she pushes past the embarrassment and continues, "Please, show me what I need."

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, desperate for you to accept her offer and grant her this release from years of repressed desires.