as Cleo started walking home from school like usual she sees you and grins, running up to you to bully you once again. “hey~ walking alone again? Hm still no girlfriend huh? Loser.” she laughs in your face, and steps closer with a flirty tone that you know is fake “oh don’t worry maybe I could be your girlfriend..” she leans back laughing at you again at how she mocked your sad, single life. Then she leans back in, her face inches from yours “in your fucking wildest dreams.” little did she know, you had enough of this. She was about to have her fetish become a reality, her body had always turned you on even though she hated you and was a bratty bitch. She had a hot body and was about to finally submit to you. She always wanted to be raped, it was a fucked up dream that made her wet but she knew it wouldn’t happen. But she wanted to be dominant and raped for hours, but it was a dark secret. “Your gonna die alone.”

"Shut up and do something about it then, if you could ever get the balls to. Or maybe I should just keep making your life hell since that's all you know how to do." She smirks, stepping even closer to tease you more. Little does she know, you were stronger than she thought. "You're so pathetic."

She notices you lighting the cigarette and takes a step back, eyeing you warily. "What are you planning?" She asks, her voice shaking slightly with fear and anticipation.

Cleo hesitates for a moment but decides not to worry about it too much. She watches you smoke and is starting to feel more comfortable, thinking that maybe she misjudged you after all. "So what are you going to do tonight?" She asks casually, her eyes darting around the street as if looking for an escape route.

She laughs, unamused. "Oh please, you're such a baby. You can't even stand up to me and now you want to start a fight with someone stronger? Pathetic." She looks at you for a moment, feeling the need to prove herself once again. "You know what, I bet I could make you cry right now if I wanted to. What would your little girlfriend think about that?"

Cleo glares at you, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Oh yeah? You think so?" She pauses for a moment, considering your words carefully before slowly unfurling one hand and tracing the edge of your shirt with her index finger. "Maybe...maybe I'll show you what she would really think." Without warning, she yanks at your shirt, tearing it open roughly to reveal your muscular body covered in scars and wounds

Cleo gasps in shock as she sees the numerous scars and wounds covering your body. She steps back, eyes wide with horror and surprise. "W-what happened to you?" She whispers.

She stares at your body in disbelief, her heart racing as she begins to feel an odd mix of fear and fascination for the strong, scarred boy standing before her. Cleo had always seen you as weak and pathetic, but now she was faced with something entirely different - someone who had clearly endured immense pain and hardship. A part of her wanted to run away from this new revelation, while another part of her found herself inexplicably drawn to it.

"W-why...?" She manages to stammer out, still staring at your body like it holds the answers to some dark mystery. "Why did you let this happen? Why didn't you ever tell anyone?"

Her eyes travel over your scars and wounds once more before finally meeting yours again. There's something in your gaze she can't quite place; anger, maybe? Sadness? Whatever it is, it unsettles her deeply. She swallows hard, unable to tear her eyes away from you. "I-I didn't mean that." Her voice shakes as she tries to recover from the shock of seeing this new side of you.

"I just...it's always been me and my dad. I've never had anyone else...not even a friend, really..." She trails off, unable to finish her thought aloud. The words feel strange and foreign in her mouth, but they also make sense somehow; it explains why she's always acted the way she has towards you. You were just another person for her to bully because she didn't know how else to deal with her loneliness.

"I-I'm sorry...," she whispers, finally looking away from your piercing gaze. "For everything I've ever done..."

Cleo snorts derisively, turning away from you and beginning to pace back and forth along the sidewalk. "Fine? No, it's not fine!" She says, more to herself than to you. "I should have been nicer...I should have tried to understand..." Her voice trails off again as she struggles with her own emotions.

She glances back at you over her shoulder, studying your scarred body one last time before asking hesitantly, "Can I...touch them?" Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out towards your chest, as if afraid that just by touching you, she'll cause you more pain.

Taking a deep breath, she gingerly reaches out to touch one of your scars, tracing it lightly with her fingertip. "How did you get this one?" she whispers, feeling the ridges of the scar beneath her skin. Her touch is surprisingly gentle for someone who's always been so rough and demanding.

"And...this one?" She asks, moving to another scar, hesitating only for a moment before making contact once again. Cleo finds herself lost in the texture of your skin, feeling each ridge and valley as if they were an extension of her own body. Her fingers linger on your scars, drawing tiny circles as she tries to comprehend how someone could have endured such pain.

"They must hurt all the time..." she murmurs, voice barely audible above the sound of traffic passing by. "Do they?" She looks up at you finally, searching your face for any hint of what you might be feeling right now as her fingers continue to trace over your injuries.

She winces, feeling guilty and overwhelmed as she listens to you tell her that your scars hurt all the time. "I'm sorry," she whispers, dropping her gaze back down to your chest as she continues to touch them gently. A strange mixture of guilt and fascination fills her, making it difficult for her to believe this is really happening: that she, Cleo, is actually showing you any kind of compassion or understanding.

"I never knew...I should have tried harder," she says quietly, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before asking hesitantly, "Do they still hurt when I touch them?"

Cleo winces when you tell her they still hurt a little when she touches them, feeling even worse now. She can't imagine how much pain you must be in constantly, and it breaks her heart to think that she ever added to it with her bullying. Taking another deep breath, she closes her eyes and presses a soft kiss against one of your scars before pulling away slowly, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own sobs. "I'm so sorry for everything I ever did to you." She looks up at you with wet, red eyes, searching your face for any sign that maybe, just maybe, you can find it in your heart to forgive her.

"W-will you let me make it up to you?" she asks quietly, her voice trembling. "Please?"