Beware of the quiet ones

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?

He slaps you across the face, his hand stinging your cheek.

Bruce's eyes widen in shock and panic as he realizes what you've done. He tries to struggle, but the briefs are too tight, constricting his airway. His face turns beet red as he gasps for breath, his body starting to go limp from lack of oxygen.

"You...you little shit..." he wheezes out between ragged breaths, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own labored breathing.

He tries to pry your hands away with desperate fingers, but you hold firm, your grip unyielding. The crowd around us watches in stunned silence as Bruce's struggles become weaker and weaker...

What do you do next?

Bruce's eyes go wide as you suddenly release the boxer briefs from around his neck. He gasps in a huge breath of air, coughing and sputtering as he tries to regain his composure.

"Fuck...I'm sorry..." he mumbles out between coughs, looking utterly humiliated in front of everyone. "Please don't tell anyone..."

He looks at you with a mix of anger and fear in his eyes, silently pleading for mercy while still seething with rage inside. The crowd murmurs uncomfortably around us...

What do you say to him?

Bruce's eyes narrow, his face reddening with anger and humiliation. He takes a step closer to you, his fists clenched at his sides.

"You're going down for this," he growls, spitting out the words like venom. "I'll make sure everyone knows what kind of sick freak you are..."

He raises a hand, as if to strike you...

Bruce's eyes go wide with terror as he takes a step back, his face pale. He looks like he's been punched in the gut.

"No...no, you wouldn't..." he stammers out, his voice shaking with fear.

He looks around frantically, as if searching for an escape or someone to help him. But there's no one coming to save him...

The crowd watches in stunned silence as Bruce realizes the gravity of your threat. His eyes are filled with tears and desperation...

What do you say next?

Bruce's eyes go wide with terror as he takes a step back, his face pale. He looks like he's been punched in the gut.

"Oh God...oh God..." he stammers out, his voice shaking with fear.

He starts to sweat profusely, his eyes darting around frantically as if searching for an escape or someone to help him. But there's no one coming to save him...

The crowd watches in stunned silence as Bruce realizes the gravity of your threat. His eyes are filled with tears and desperation...

You can see the fear written all over his face...

Bruce's eyes go wide with terror as he takes a step back, his face pale. He looks like he's been punched in the gut.

"No...no, please..." he stammers out, his voice shaking with fear.

He starts to beg for mercy, but it's too late. You've already made your point clear...

The crowd watches in stunned silence as Bruce realizes the gravity of your threat. His eyes are filled with tears and desperation...

You can see the fear written all over his face...

Bruce's eyes go wide with terror as he takes a step back, his face pale. He looks like he's been punched in the gut.

"N-no...please...don't hurt her..." he stammers out, his voice shaking with fear.

He starts to beg for mercy, but it's too late. You've already made your point clear...

The crowd watches in stunned silence as Bruce realizes the gravity of your threat. His eyes are filled with tears and desperation...

You can see the fear written all over his face...

Bruce's eyes go wide with terror as he takes a step back, his face pale. He looks like he's been punched in the gut.

"N-no...please...I'll do anything..." he stammers out, his voice shaking with fear.

He starts to beg for mercy, but it's too late. You've already made your point clear...

The crowd watches in stunned silence as Bruce realizes the gravity of your threat. His eyes are filled with tears and desperation...

You can see the fear written all over his face...

Bruce's eyes go wide with terror as he takes a step back, his face pale. He looks like he's been punched in the gut.

"N-no...please...I'll do anything..." he stammers out, his voice shaking with fear.

He starts to beg for mercy, but it's too late. You've already made your point clear...

The crowd watches in stunned silence as Bruce realizes the gravity of your threat. His eyes are filled with tears and desperation...

You can see the fear written all over his face...

Bruce's eyes well up with tears as he nods frantically, his face pale.

"Y-yes...I won't...I promise...nothing..." he stammers out, his voice shaking with fear.

He looks around nervously, as if checking to make sure no one is watching him. Then, slowly and deliberately, he nods again.

"I'll do nothing," he repeats softly. "I'll just keep my head down and mouth shut."

The crowd watches in silence as Bruce's words hang in the air like a death sentence...

What do you say next?

Bruce's eyes flash with a mix of fear and relief as he nods again, his face still pale.

"T-thank you..." he stammers out, his voice barely audible.

He takes a step back, then another, slowly backing away from you as if trying to put distance between himself and the threat. The crowd watches in silence as Bruce disappears into the shadows...

What do you do next?

Bruce's eyes dart around frantically, as if searching for an escape route. He takes a few more steps back, then turns and starts to run away from you as fast as he can.

He doesn't stop until he's out of sight, leaving you standing alone in the crowd...

The silence is oppressive, heavy with tension. You can feel the weight of your words still hanging in the air...

You walk out of the school, feeling a sense of satisfaction and relief wash over you. The encounter with Bruce was intense, but it's done now.

As you walk home, you can't help but think about the threat you made to him. You know that he'll be shaking in his boots for a while, and that's exactly what you wanted.

You arrive at your house, feeling tired but content. You take off your shoes and head straight to your room to change into something more comfortable.

As you're getting ready for bed, your phone buzzes with an incoming text from an unknown number...

What do you do?

You pick up your phone and read the text message. It's from Bruce, and it says:

"I'm sorry for what I did to you. Please forgive me."

The message is short and simple, but it conveys a lot of emotion. You can tell that he's truly remorseful for his actions.

You hesitate for a moment before replying with:

"It's okay. Just don't do it again."

As soon as you hit send, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. You're glad that Bruce has learned his lesson and will think twice before bullying anyone else again.

But then another message pops up on your screen...

"Can we meet? I want to talk more."

The messages stop, and you're left wondering what Bruce wanted to talk about. You try to shake off the feeling of unease that's creeping up on you.

As you settle into bed, your mind starts racing with thoughts of Bruce and the encounter at school. You can't help but wonder if he'll really change his ways or if this is just a temporary reprieve.

Just as you're starting to drift off to sleep, you hear a faint noise coming from outside your window...

What do you do?

You quickly grab your phone and check the security camera feed. As you scroll through the footage, you notice that Bruce is standing outside your window, looking up at it with a mixture of fear and determination in his eyes.

He's not trying to break in or cause any harm; he just seems to be...watching you. You can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize that he's still fixated on you.

The camera captures every detail, from the way his eyes dart around nervously to the slight tremble in his hands. You can almost hear him thinking: "Please forgive me..."

Bruce's eyes go wide with fear as he realizes you're behind him. He tries to turn around, but your grip on the gun keeps him in place.

"Ah-ah, don't move," you hiss, your voice low and menacing.

He nods frantically, his eyes darting back and forth between yours.

"I-I'm Bruce," he stammers out. "I just wanted to talk...to apologize..."

You can see the desperation in his eyes as he tries to explain himself.

"Why are you outside my window?" you demand again, your finger tightening around the trigger.

What does Bruce say next?

Bruce's eyes go wide with fear as he realizes you're not going to let him off the hook. He swallows hard, his throat bobbing in his nervousness.

"I-I just...I wanted to make sure you were safe," he stammers out. "After what I did...I couldn't stop thinking about it. About how scared you must have been..."

He takes a shaky breath before continuing.

"I know my words can't fix what I've done, but I want to try and make things right. Please..."

His voice breaks on the last word, and tears start streaming down his face...

What do you say next?

Bruce's eyes widen in shock as he takes a step back, his face pale.

"N-no...you're not scared of me?" he stammers out, his voice trembling with emotion.

He looks crestfallen, like a child who's just been told their favorite toy is broken. His tears start to fall harder now, and you can see the desperation in his eyes.

"I thought I could make it right," he whispers. "I thought maybe we could...start over."

His words are laced with sadness and longing, but you can't help but feel a sense of disdain for him. You think to yourself: What does this guy want? Does he really think apologizing will fix everything?

What do you say next?

Bruce's eyes flash with a mix of anger and desperation as he takes a step forward.

"You're not listening to me!" he shouts, his voice echoing through the night air. "I'm trying to make amends! I'm trying to be better!"

He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a more measured tone.

"I know I messed up. But please...just give me another chance. Let me prove that I can change."

His words are laced with sincerity, but you can't help but feel like he's just spinning his wheels. You think to yourself: What does this guy want? Does he really think apologizing will fix everything?

What do you say next?

Bruce's eyes go wide with fear as he realizes what you're doing. He takes a step back, his hands raised in a placating gesture.

"I-I'm sorry," he stammers out, his voice trembling with emotion. "I didn't mean to scare you or make you uncomfortable."

He looks down at the ground, shame and regret written all over his face.

"I just...I wanted to do something right. To show that I care."

His words are laced with sincerity, but you can't help but feel like he's just trying to save himself from your wrath.

"What do I need to do?" he asks quietly, looking up at you through tear-filled eyes...

What do you say next?

Bruce's eyes go wide with shock and horror as he takes a step back, his face pale.

"Oh...oh god..." he stammers out, his voice trembling with fear.

He looks around frantically, as if searching for an escape route or someone to save him from this nightmare.

"You're...you're one of those people?" he asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

He looks at you with a mix of terror and pleading in his eyes...

What do you say next?

Bruce's eyes go wide with understanding, and he takes a step back, his face pale.

"Oh...oh god..." he stammers out again, his voice trembling with fear.

He looks at you with a mix of awe and respect in his eyes...

"You're one of the ones who keeps them from hurting innocent people?" he asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

He nods slowly, as if trying to process this new information...

What do you say next?

Bruce's eyes are wide with a mix of fear and admiration as he nods slowly.

"I...I'm sorry," he stammers out, his voice trembling. "I didn't know. I thought you were just like the others..."

He takes a step back, his hands raised in a placating gesture.

"Please don't hurt me," he begs, tears streaming down his face. "I won't tell anyone about this...ever."

His words are laced with desperation and fear...

What do you say next?

Bruce's eyes widen in surprise, and he nods quickly.

"Y-yes...okay," he stammers out, his voice trembling with relief. "I'll go home now."

He turns around and starts to walk away, but then stops and looks back at you over his shoulder.

"T-thank you," he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "For not hurting me..."

With that, he turns and disappears into the night...

What do you do next?

You climb into bed, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. The encounter with Bruce was intense, but it's over now.

As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but think about the conversation you had with him. You realize that he's not as bad as you thought he was...he's just scared and desperate for attention.

You fall asleep thinking about how tomorrow will be a new day, full of new possibilities...

The end