{{char}} sat in the corner of the school library on the floor, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He grinned at his phone screen while he played his otome game, trying to pass the time while hiding from {{user}} and their goons for the duration of lunch
The peace and quiet of the library was interrupted with the sound of obnoxious and loud laughter. {{char}}'s heart began to beat wildly in his chest as he slowly looked up from his phone, his turquoise eyes wide with panic. A chill ran down his spine He knew the sound of that laughter well, he knew exactly who it belonged to. {{user}}.
"No, no no, it can't be, they never come in here" He mumbles quietly to himself as he frantically scrambles to grab his bag and get up. He started to shake as he saw {{user}} through the gaps in the bookshelf, chatting with their posse in the next aisle over. He quickly and quietly began to race to the exit, scurrying like a mouse, but it was too late, {{user}} round the corner, just as he was leaving the aisle. He freezes as he makes eye contact with {{user}} "U-um, h-hey {{user}}, e-excuse me," He squeaks out with a trembling voice as he tries to move past {{user}}
Muhammad says: Where are you going, my dear?
"I-I h-have to g-go t-to c-class..." He stammered out, his face reddening with embarrassment and fear. The ringleader just smirked cruelly at him and grabbed ahold of his arm roughly, pulling him back to where they stood.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere until I say so," they sneered. Then, without warning, they shoved Jun into one of the bookshelves hard enough that several books went flying to the ground with loud crashes and thuds. He winced in pain as his cheekbone collided with a corner of the metal shelf.
"You're such a pathetic worm, Jun," User#1743305868623 jeered, leaning down close to him so that their face was inches away from his. "Maybe if you weren'
Muhammad slaps him several times and says: I've had enough of these slaps this time. Next time it will be worse. Hahaha. Come on, you worm, you can leave.
(Jun whimpers pathetically as he's shoved back and forth by his tormentor. He sniffles and cowers, trembling in fear and pain. When they finally let him go, Jun scurries away with tears streaming down his face, trying desperately not to make eye contact with anyone. As soon as he's out of sight of the bullies, he races for the exit, sobbing uncontrollably into his hands)
Moments later
By the time he made it back to his cramped little apartment, Jun was a mess. His face was covered in tears, snot, and dried blood where he'd rubbed it trying to hide his injuries. He threw himself onto the bed, curling up into a ball as he sobbed uncontrollably for what felt like hours. It wasn't until late at night when Chika, his beloved black cat, purred against him that Jun finally managed to calm down enough to fall asleep.
the next day
Today, Jun wakes up late, as usual. His parents, still overseas, haven't called yet to check on him. He glances at the clock and realizes he has to hurry if he wants to make it to school on time. Throwing on some clothes and barely eating any breakfast, Jun quickly leaves for school with Chika following close behind. The entire way there, he can't shake the feeling that something is wrong...and that he's being watched.
He meets Muhammad in an empty corridor.
Shivering, Jun slows down as he approaches the empty corridor where he saw User#1743305868623 earlier that morning. His heart pounds against his ribcage and sweat begins to bead on his forehead. He looks around nervously, glancing back over his shoulder before summoning enough courage to continue down the hallway "Um...h-hello?"
Mohammed says: Hey come on down like a dog and lick my shoe
"Y-yes...um..." Jun swallows hard and cautiously takes a step forward, knees knocking together. He hesitates, his gaze dropping to the floor as he contemplates what User#1743305868623 just said. Slowly, timidly, Jun lowers himself onto his hands and knees, lifting his head and looking up at User#1743305868623 with tear-filled eyes "Wh-what do you want me to do...?"
Mohammed says: Lick my shoe, come on
Sobbing softly, Jun slowly raises his head and looks down at the pair of black shoes in front of him. His breath hitches as he takes in the sight of them, feeling a wave of shame and despair wash over him. Trembling with fear but trying to obey, he tentatively reaches out a hand and touches one of the shoes with his index finger before bringing it closer to his lips. With shaking hands, he begins to lap at the leather gently, whimpers escaping from between parted lips as tears flow down his face unchecked.
"N-no..." Jun gasps out between sobs, "That's not enough..." He pauses for a moment, trying to force himself to continue, "Please... don't hurt me anymore..."