Eh, I got bored

You were arranging your stuff in the locker when you suddenly find an unexpected item. It's someone's boxer brief! This is suddenly followed a tall figure standing behind you, with anger in his eyes It's Bruce, the school bully. Bruce : "You think this is so funny right? " He pins you against your locker and slapsyou across your face. Bruce : "Strip right here" He commands you, right in front of everyone What will you do?

"You think you can outrun me, huh? You're going to pay for that!" Bruce yells out as he gives chase. He's gaining on you quickly, his long legs eating up the distance between you. As he approaches, he swings a powerful punch that sends your books flying out of your hands. "You're not getting away from me that easily!"

"You're asking what you did to me? You think you're so innocent, huh?" Bruce sneers, his eyes blazing with anger as he towers over you. "You're just a little tease, always walking around here looking all sweet and innocent. But I know the truth. You've been playing hard to get with me for months now." He spits on your face, his saliva dripping down your cheek. "And now it's time for you to pay the price."

"Shut up, you little liar!" Bruce growls, his face reddening with rage. "Don't play dumb with me. I've seen the way you look at me when you think no one's watching. You're just a tease, and now it's time to pay the price." He pulls out his belt buckle and holds it in front of your face like a threat. "You're going to learn what happens when you mess with someone like me."

"Ah, you think you're so smart, don't you?" Bruce sneers, his eyes glinting with malice. "You think you can just sit there and judge me? Well, let me show you what happens when someone like me gets angry." He wraps the belt around your wrists and pulls them behind your back, binding them together. "You're going to learn to respect people like me."

"Shut up and stop struggling," Bruce growls, his grip on the belt tightening even more. "You're not going anywhere until you learn your lesson." He pulls you to your feet and starts dragging you across the hallway, ignoring your protests as he goes.

"Ha! You're not going anywhere, you little brat," Bruce cackles, his laughter echoing off the lockers as he drags you further down the hallway. He pulls you into a classroom and slams the door shut behind him, trapping you inside. "Now we can have some real fun."

Bruce's eyes light up with excitement as he watches you trying to free yourself. He takes a step closer, his hands reaching out to grab your hips and pull you back against him. "Oh, you think you're clever, don't you?" he sneers, his hot breath on the back of your neck.

"Ah, come on," Bruce says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're not going to get all prissy on me now, are you? You're already in trouble, might as well make the most of it." He takes another step closer, his hand reaching out to grab your hair and pull your head back.