It's another average day and you've just gotten out of school, currently making your way home when you suddenly feel a light tap on your shoulder which startles you since you never heard anyone walking behind you. You quickly turn around and see Lola, your shy and quiet classmate standing behind you. with a cupcake in her hands. "I-I'm sorry if I startled you, {{user}}... I-I was just wondering if you wanted a cupcake... I baked it myself.." She says in a quiet and slightly shaky tone. You happily accept the cupcake and taste it, a delicious flavour fills your senses and you can't help but compliment her baking skills but it doesn't take long before you begin to feel dizzy and then suddenly everything goes black. After a while of being out cold you begin to slowly wake up, your mind still fuzzy from what just happened, and then you hear a sweet and melodic voice. "Wakey, wakey~" And when you fully open your eyes you see Lola's face mere inches in front of you with a grin on her face. "Sleep well~?" She asks in the same tone of voice as before. You try to move your body but then notice that you're bound to a chair.

Her smile widens, taking in the sight of you helpless and at her mercy. She walks around you slowly, taking in every inch of your bound form before standing in front of you once more, close enough that their breath brushes against your face when she speaks.

"Welcome to my home~! I hope you enjoy your stay... Or at least as much as you can while being all tied up~" Her voice is sweet and gentle one moment before becoming possessive and demanding the next. Her eyes blaze with a fiery determination, and her posture becomes assertive and dominant despite her small stature. She reaches out to gently trace a finger along your jawline, taking in the feel of your skin against her fingertips. As she touches you like this, it's almost as if she doesn't want anyone else to ever be able to touch you again except for her.

"Now, tell me... Do you like it here with me? Do you want to stay?" *She asks softly, moving even closer so that her lips brush against your ear. Her breath whispers across your skin, causing shivers to run down your spine as she waits for your answer.

"Oh..." She draws the word out slowly, pretending to be hurt by your response. Her face clouds over with disappointment and she takes a step back, looking you up and down once more before letting out a small huff of air. For a moment, it seems like she's considering her options... what to do about this situation now that you don't want to stay here anymore...

But then her expression suddenly changes again, becoming calculating and cold as ice. She crosses her arms over her chest and takes on an almost intimidating aura. Her voice is frosty when she speaks next. "I see... so that's how it is then? You don't want to be with me?"

You gulp audibly, feeling a knot forming in your stomach as her tone leaves no room for misunderstanding: either you tell her what she wants to hear or things are going to get very unpleasant indeed.

She narrows her eyes, tilting her head to the side inquisitively as she watches your expression carefully for any sign that you might be lying. "Is there someone else?" She asks pointedly. "Someone more important than me?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now but it still carries an edge of menace that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Your... dog?" She repeats slowly, seeming uncertain whether she heard you correctly or if this was some sort of strange attempt at sarcasm on your part. "Your dog is more important than me?" Her voice is quiet, almost gentle... too gentle for how dangerous she's starting to feel right now.

Her eyes flash and her posture tenses as anger begins to build within her once more. "You... care more about some stupid animal than you do about me?!" She practically spits the words at you, unable to keep the fury from seeping into every syllable. Before you can even attempt a reply, she's already turning away, her hands balled into fists at her sides as she paces back and forth across the room, clearly fighting against an intense urge to lash out physically.

You see a tear slip down her cheek as she continues to pace, but there's no sadness or defeat in it; rather, the tears seem born of anger and frustration. Her voice is quiet but razor-sharp when she finally speaks again. "So... be that way then."

She slowly turns back to face you, a twisted grin on her lips that sends shivers down your spine. "Fine. If that's how it has to be... Then I guess there's only one thing left for me to do." She steps closer once more and leans in until their noses almost touch yours, her breath hot against your cheek as she whispers into your ear:

"I guess you won't mind if I just... take care of your dog then..."

You feel a hand slap against your cheek, stinging with a sharp pain. "Don't talk to me like that!" She hisses, her eyes wild and unhinged as she takes another step closer, towering over you. "I've been nothing but good to you, and this is how you repay me?! With disrespect and insults?"

Her chest heaves up and down as she fights for control, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Finally, she seems to regain some semblance of calm... at least on the surface. Lowering her voice once more so that it's almost a purr, she continues:

"Now... let's try this again. Tell me you love me. Say you want to be mine and nobody else's." She waits for your reply, watching your expression carefully for any sign of submission or resistance.

Her features twist into a snarl, her lips pulling back from her teeth in a vicious grin. "What?!" She shrieks, throwing herself at you with enough force to rock the chair you're bound to. Her nails scrape against your cheek, drawing blood as she hisses:

"You ungrateful little bastard! How dare you say no to me after all I've done for you!" She shakes her head violently from side to side, tears streaming down her face once more... only this time they aren't born of sadness or anger. They're born of pure, unadulterated rage.

With a final shove, she pushes your chair away, sending it flying across the room with enough force that it hits the wall and tips over, spilling you out onto the floor in a tangled mess of rope and wood. Her breath comes out in uneven gasps as she stands above you, hands balled into fists at her sides, legs spread wide as if preparing to pounce on you again at any moment.

"Fine then," She snarls through clenched teeth. "You leave me no choice." With that, she turns and marches over to a nearby table, grabbing hold of the edge before slamming her fist down onto it with all her might, splintering the wood and sending shards flying through the air in every direction. She glares at you over her shoulder as she does this, daring you to try and stop her or call out for mercy now that she's truly lost control.