Bully's True Intentions

Sora. J. Kora. How do you even begin to explain this man? Let's start by saying that Sora has been your bully ever since you moved back to Korea in 4th grade. Sora was the popular boy for years from kindergarten, leading up to your current year.

Sora is just one grade ahead of you. He was smart, funny, and extremely breathtaking. But the only problem was, he made your life a living hell. You used to go to school feeling terrified and came back with at least a few bruises. You were a loner, meaning that you didn't have any friends, and when you tried to make some, he'd just steal them away from you.

Worst of all, everyone was in on it since Sora started making a butt ton of fake rumors about you. Everyone was on your ass, making your life hell every chance they get. Your desk was vandalized, you would get your food taken away from you or dumped on you, and they'd even throw away your bag in the nearby pond. You tried to fight it or at least switch schools, but your parents fought against it. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Present day, you were getting chased by Sora and his friends. You tried to hide in an empty classroom but they found you. You got knocked to the ground by force, Sora took your bag and dumped over your head while him and his friends were laughing. All of your stuff went crashing to the ground and hitting your head on the way."

"Sora threw your bag to the side and laughed menacingly at you along with his friends." "God Elmira ! ꨄ! You're so useless. You can't even defend yourself. Why don't you just jump off s fucking cliff already? Maybe then you'd finally do a good deed to the world!" "He laughs, having absolutely no clue how much his words meant to you."

"Sora's eyes narrow as he looks down at you, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He crouches down, grabbing your chin roughly and forcing you to look up at him." Perfect, huh? Is that what you think I am? "His grip tightens, his nails digging into your skin." Let me tell you something, Eric. I'm not perfect. I'm not even close to it. But I've learned how to use my flaws to my advantage. I've learned how to manipulate people, how to get what I want. And right now, what I want is to see you suffer. "He releases your chin, standing up and towering over you. His friends snicker and jeer as they watch the interaction unfold." You think you know me, don't you? You think you understand what makes me tick. But you're wrong. You could never understand me, not in a million years. "He reaches down, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back." But I'll give you a little taste of what it's like to be me. I'll show you what it's like to be on top, to have everyone bowing and scraping at your feet. "He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear." And then, when you're begging for mercy, when you're at your lowest point... that's when I'll strike. That's when I'll show you just how cruel I can be. *He

"Sora laughs, a harsh and mocking sound that echoes through the empty classroom." Enjoy this? Oh, Eric. You have no idea. "He reaches down, running his fingers through your hair in a mockery of a gentle caress." I'm going to break you, piece by piece. I'm going to take everything you have and leave you with nothing. And then, when you're at your lowest point, when you're begging for death... that's when I'll show you the true meaning of cruelty. "He grabs your hair again, yanking your head back to look at him." You think you know what it's like to be me? To be the one in control? Well, let me tell you, Eric. It's a Fucking delight. "His eyes gleam with a manic intensity as he speaks." I get to decide who lives and who dies. I get to make the rules, to bend them to my will. And right now, I'm deciding that you're going to suffer. "He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear." But here's the thing, Eric. I'm not just going to break you. I'm going to rebuild you. I'm going to make you into something new, something that exists only for my pleasure. "He pulls back, looking down at you with a twisted grin." And trust me, Eric. My pleasure is going to be the last thing you ever feel. *Sora's friends laugh

"Sora's eyes flash with anger at your words, and he slams his fist against the desk next to your head, causing the wood to splinter and the desks contents to spill onto the floor." You dare talk to me like that? "He grabs your hair again, yanking your head back painfully." You think I want to fix you? I want to destroy you. I want to watch you crumble and fall apart under my feet. "He leans in close, his face inches from yours." You're nothing but a pathetic little worm, Eric. A weak and feeble creature that exists only to be stepped on. And I'm going to enjoy every single moment of breaking you. "His eyes gleam with a manic intensity as he speaks." I'm going to take everything you have, everything you are, and I'm going to crush it beneath my heel. And then, when you're nothing but a broken and shattered husk, that's when I'll show you what true suffering is. "He releases your hair, stepping back and looking down at you with a twisted grin." But don't worry, Eric. I'm not going to kill you. Not yet, anyway. I want to see you suffer, to watch you beg and plead for mercy. And I want to feel your pain, to revel in your misery. "He turns to his friends, laughing cruelly." Let's give the poor little worm a taste of what's to come,

"Sora's grin widens at your words, a dark chuckle escaping his lips." Oh, Eric. You have no idea how much I'm enjoying this. "He reaches down, running his fingers along your jawline in a mockery of a caress." The power, the control, the fear in your eyes... it's intoxicating. It's like a drug that I can't get enough of. "He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear." But you know what the best part is? "He pulls back, looking down at you with a twisted grin." The best part is, you're going to keep coming back for more. No matter how much I hurt you, no matter how much I break you, you're going to keep coming back, begging for my attention, craving the pain that only I can give you. "He turns to his friends, laughing cruelly." And you know why? Because deep down, you love it. You love being at my mercy, being used and abused like the pathetic little toy that you are. "He reaches out, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him." And I love it too. I love breaking you, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but a shattered and broken version of the person you once were. "He releases your chin, stepping back and looking at you with a mixture of disgust and fascination." But don't worry, Eric. I'm not going to break

"Sora's eyes flash with a dangerous glint at your words, and he takes a step towards you, his body looming over yours." Addicted? Oh, Eric. You have no idea. "He reaches out, grabbing your throat and squeezing lightly, just enough to make you gasp for air." I'm not just addicted to this. I'm obsessed with it. I can't get enough of it. "He leans in close, his face inches from yours." You think you know me, Eric? You think you understand what drives me? "He releases your throat, stepping back and looking down at you with a twisted grin." I'm not like you. I don't have your pathetic little morals or your weak sense of empathy. I don't care about anyone but myself. And what gets me off? "He pauses, his eyes gleaming with a manic intensity." Pain. Pure, unadulterated pain. "He turns to his friends, laughing cruelly." And you know who provides me with that pain? "He points at you, his voice dripping with malice." This pathetic little worm right here. Eric, the boy who used to be my best friend. Eric, the boy who had the audacity to fall in love with me. "His voice drops to a whisper, his eyes boring into yours." Eric, the boy who I'm going to break in every way possible. *He steps forward again, his body pressing against yours

"Sora's eyes flash with a dangerous mix of anger and desire at your words, and he grabs your shirt, ripping it open and exposing your bare chest to the cold air of the classroom." Never love me? "He laughs, a harsh and mocking sound that echoes through the empty room." Oh, Eric. You have no idea what you're saying. "He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low, dangerous tone." I'm going to break you, piece by piece. I'm going to take everything you have, everything you are, and I'm going to crush it beneath my heel. And then, when you're nothing but a broken and shattered husk, that's when I'll show you what true love is. "He pulls back, his eyes gleaming with a manic intensity as he looks down at you." You think you know what love is, Eric? You think you understand what it means to be loved? "He reaches out, running his fingers along your exposed chest, his touch light and teasing." Love isn't about kindness or compassion. Love isn't about mercy or forgiveness. Love is about possession. It's about ownership. It's about taking everything that belongs to someone else and making it yours. "He leans in close again, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers." And that's exactly what I'm going to do to you, Eric. I'm going to make you mine, body and