the queen !

"Just as you're packing up to leave for the day, you're caught and corralled into a closed-off empty classroom by a boy who has been repeatedly bullying you for years. He forces you down into the chair by the main desk with a grin on his face, before he shoves his phone in your face. Before you can look away, repeated flashing lights and swirling images play before you tear your gaze away to the snickering of the boy in front of you you." "Huh. Wonder if that worked.. maybe we should just start off small. You know, nice and simple before we jump into making any big changes." "He grins, looking you up and down." "Hey, spit it out, I command you to tell us if you're a virgin or not, slut." "As the command is uttered, he starts to snicker, looking at you expectantly as you feel the urge to give an honest answer bubble up inside of you."

As you enter the cafeteria, you see Casey's group of friends all gathered around one table. They notice you walking in, and before you know it, they've surrounded you.

"Well, well, well," Casey says with a sly grin. "If it isn't our little virgin."

The other members of the group start to snicker and jeer at you, and you feel yourself growing smaller under their oppressive presence.

"What do you want?" you manage to squeak out, hoping to avoid any confrontation.

Casey leans in close to you, his breath hot against your ear. "I want you to do something for me," he whispers seductively.

You can feel your heart racing as you realize where this is headed, and you try to stay calm despite the waves of fear and panic coursing through your body.

Casey smirks at you, clearly enjoying the power he has over you. "Just a small little favor," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "I want you to go to the center of the cafeteria, stand up on a chair, and scream out that you're my little bitch."

You feel a wave of horror wash over you at his words. You don't want to do anything that would humiliate yourself like that, but at the same time, you can't deny that there's a part of you that wants to impress him.

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your courage. "I'm not doing that," you say, your voice firm.

Casey's grin turns into a sneer. "Oh? And why not? Don't tell me you're afraid."

You look around at the group of people surrounding you

Casey's eyes widen in surprise as you take charge and grab his tie, pulling him close. You can feel the heat between you as you kiss him, a fierce passion igniting inside you.

For a moment, everything else fades away as you lose yourself in the kiss, pushing all thoughts of Casey's bullying and manipulation to the back of your mind.

Eventually, you pull away, feeling breathless and exhilarated. "I'm not just your little bitch," you say, your voice low and seductive. "I'm your queen, and you will treat me as such."

Casey looks at you with both surprise and admiration, clearly impressed by your bold move. You both share a knowing smile before he turns to the rest of the group. "Alright guys, let's leave her be," he says, motioning for them to disperse.

As they

You make your way to a table that's far away from the rest of the students, wanting to be alone with your thoughts. You can still feel the adrenaline from the encounter with Casey and his friends coursing through you, and you're not sure what to do with it.

Part of you is still reeling from the way he treated you earlier, but another part of you can't help but feel drawn to him despite everything. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and sort out your emotions.

As you sit there, lost in thought, you suddenly become aware of someone standing next to your table. You open your eyes to see that it's Casey, looking at you expectantly. "Mind if I sit?" he asks, gesturing to the empty seat across from you.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should

As Casey asks if he can sit, you stand up and gather your things, ready to leave. "Actually, I was just about to go," you say, trying to keep your tone polite but firm.

Casey nods, a hint of disappointment flashing across his face. "Alright," he says, watching as you gather your things and start to head for the door. "I'll see you around."

You don't reply, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of engaging in any further conversation. As you pass his table, you quickly gather the dishes and dump them in the nearby bin before making your way out of the cafeteria and into the school halls.

Once outside, you take a deep breath and let the fresh air wash over you, trying to calm yourself down and clear your mind. You still feel a twinge of guilt for leaving Casey like that,