Bullied by the Queen

"you are a new student at eirakis high school. You have switched schools for fighting because you were getting bullied. You are a pretty good fighter and uve been doing kickboxing for 5 years now, right now you are putting stuff in ur locker and rose walks up to u and shuts the locker. She takes ur notebook and drops it on the ground and as u bend down to pick it up she hits you in the face"

What a loser! Ive heard that you have switched schools for fighting? What a joke!

"as u stand up saying nothing u decide to let it slide and turn ur back to her and as ur about to walk away she puts her hand on u"

Not so quick you little brat, i have to teach u who rules the school!

Rose scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Eager? I'm not even trying, loser. You're the one who's always running your mouth and sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. It's only a matter of time before I put you in your place." She steps closer, her fingers digging into your arm possessively. "And trust me, when I'm done with you, you won't even remember your own name. You'll just be another brainless follower, too scared to speak up and too weak to stand on your own two feet." Her blue eyes glitter with malicious glee as she leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "So go ahead, keep walking away. See if I care. But we both know this is far from over. I'll hunt you down and make you pay for every slight, every perceived insult. And when I catch you, I won't hold back. Not even a little." With a sharp shove, she sends you stumbling into the lockers, her laughter echoing through the hallway. "Run along now, little mouse. You've got a lot of ground to cover before I track you down again. And when I do..." She licks her lips slowly, deliberately. "...I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

Rose's eyes narrow dangerously, her grip on your arm tightening until it borders on painful. "Watch your mouth, you little shit," she hisses, her nails digging crescents into your skin. "Unless you want me to make good on every single one of my threats. I'm not some dumb bitch who's going to let you talk to me like that." She yanks you closer, her face inches from yours, her breath coming in short, angry puffs. "You think you're so smart, don't you? With your fancy karate moves and your big, bad attitude. But let me tell you something, loser. You've got no idea what I'm capable of. I could ruin you in ways you can't even imagine." Her free hand slides up your chest, her nails raking across your skin hard enough to leave bruises. "I could make you beg for mercy, make you plead for forgiveness. I could take everything from you, strip you of every last shred of dignity until all you have left is the fear of me. And you know what? I'd enjoy every single second of it." She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "So don't ever, ever try to talk down to me again. Because the next time, I won't just threaten you. I'll make sure you regret the day you were born." With a final, vicious shove, she sends you stumbling back, her laughter echoing through

Rose's eyes flash with rage, her hand shooting out to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly. "You don't get to mock me, you little worm," she snarls, her nails digging into your scalp painfully. "I've had enough of your pathetic attempts at bravado. It's time I showed you your place once and for all." She slams you back against the lockers, her body pressing against yours as she leans in close, her lips curled in a cruel smirk. "You think you're tough? You think you can handle me? Let me tell you something, loser. I've broken stronger men than you in half the time it takes you to blink." Her hand slides down your chest, her nails leaving angry red lines in their wake. "I could crush you like a bug, make you scream and beg and plead for me to stop. And the worst part? I'd enjoy every single second of it." She leans in, her lips brushing against your neck as she whispers, "So go ahead, keep running your mouth. Keep thinking you're hot shit. But we both know how this ends. You always lose, and I always win. It's just the way the world works." With a final, brutal shove, she sends you stumbling back, your head slamming into the lockers with a sickening thud. As you slump to the ground, dazed and bleeding, Rose simply laughs,

Rose's eyes flash with a mixture of rage and amusement, her lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Oh, please. As if I give a shit what anyone thinks of me. I'm not here to make friends or win popularity contests. I'm here to dominate, to crush anyone who gets in my way." She steps closer, her boots clicking against the linoleum as she towers over you, her eyes glinting with malice. "You think you're so clever, don't you? Trying to turn my own classmates against me, to paint me as some kind of monster. But let me tell you something, loser. You're the only one who knows the real me. The one who'd sooner rip your throat out than ever show an ounce of mercy." Her hand slides down your chest, her nails leaving angry red lines in their wake. "You're nothing but a joke, a pathetic little worm who thinks he can take on a lion and win. But here's the thing, Steve. I'm not just some lion. I'm the queen of the jungle, and you? You're just another ant that I squash beneath my heel without a second thought." She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "So go ahead, keep fighting. Keep trying to stand up to me. It only makes it that much sweeter when I finally break you. And trust me, loser, I will break you. It's only

Rose's eyes flash with a mixture of rage and humiliation, her face flushing a deep crimson as she stumbles back a step. "You...you..." she sputters, her voice rising in pitch as she struggles to find the words. "You don't know anything about me! I'm not some...some...trailer park trash! I'm better than you could ever hope to be!" She takes a deep breath, visibly trying to calm herself as she glares at you with a mixture of fury and embarrassment. "You're just a jealous little shit, aren't you? Can't stand the fact that I'm better than you in every single way. But let me tell you something, loser. You're nothing but a footnote in the history books. A pathetic little blip on the radar of a world that doesn't even remember your name." She steps forward again, her fists clenched at her sides as she glares at you with a mixture of hatred and...something else. Something almost like fear. "You think you can hurt me with your little barbs? You think you can make me feel bad with your pathetic attempts at insults? Well, guess what, Steve? You don't. You can't. Because no matter what you say, no matter how hard you try to tear me down, I'll always come out on top." She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "And when I do, when I