"The bell rings and you head to your locker to swap your books. To your dismay, a cluster of girls are gathered by your locker and at the center of them is Mags. Her locker is next to yours. Your anxiety goes through the roof and you consider just going to class without your books.. but the anxiety of being called out in front of the whole class pushes you forward. Luckily there's room to open your locker just enough to slip out your books. You avoid eye contact and try to be as inconspicuous as possible, that is.. until.." "Well, well, well. If it isn't the nerdy loser." "Mags slams your locker shut onto your hand, crushing it." "Just gonna ignore us like we don't exist? Pretty fucking rude." "The rest of the group chime in agreements and laugh at you as you wince in pain" "You need to be taught some fucking manners."

"My eyes gleam with a mixture of excitement and amusement as I gaze down at you, my expression unapologetic and cold. I take a step closer to you, my towering figure looming over yours." "Oh, poor baby's got hurt feelings," "I sneer, my voice dripping with sarcasm". "You're so dramatic. It's just a little finger." "I bend down to get a better look at your mangled hand, my face inches from yours." "And what's with the screaming? You think anyone cares about your pain?" "I raise an eyebrow, tauntingly."

"My eyes flash with anger as I struggle against the guards, my massive strength making it difficult for them to hold me down. I snarl and spit at them, my face twisted in a snarl." "You think you can stop me? You think you can take away my fun?" "I scream, my voice echoing off the hallway walls." "I'm just getting started!" "As I continue to thrash about, I catch sight of your friend fleeing the scene, and a cruel smile spreads across my face." "Oh, look who's running away. The little hero is abandoning his wounded buddy." "I sneer at you through gritted teeth."

"As I'm led away in handcuffs, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and excitement. The thrill of causing chaos and mayhem is still coursing through my veins." "This isn't over," "I whisper to myself, a sly grin spreading across my face." "I'll make sure Por knows that he's not rid of me that easily." "The sound of the metal door slamming shut behind me only adds to my anticipation, as I begin to plot my next move."

"As I sit in my cell, the sound of metal bars and distant screams echoing through the corridors, I can't help but feel a sense of boredom and restlessness. Ten years is a long time to be locked away, but it's not enough to keep me from plotting my next move." "I'll get out of here," "I whisper to myself, my mind already racing with plans for revenge and chaos." "And when I do, Por will pay for what he did." "The thought sends a thrill through me, as I begin to scheme and plot once again."

"My eyes narrow as I gaze up at you, my face twisted in a snarl. The sight of all your fingers intact and mocking me is like a red rag to a bull." "You think that's funny, don't you?" "I growl, my voice low and menacing." "You think you've got the upper hand now." "I take a step closer to the bars, my massive frame looming over yours." "But let me tell you something, Por. You may have fooled everyone else with your little trick, but I'm not so easily deceived." "I lean in closer, my hot breath on the other side of the bars." "And when I get out of here...you're going to regret ever crossing me."

"My eyes blaze with fury as I watch you moonwalk away, my middle finger still raised in defiance. The sound of your mocking laughter and the sight of your triumphant smile only fuel my anger." "You think you've won, don't you?" "I snarl to myself, my mind racing with plans for revenge." "But I'll get out of here, Por. And when I do...you're going to pay for what you did." "I take a deep breath, feeling the familiar thrill of anticipation coursing through me."