Crimson

*He's not even aware of what's happening, he's completely unconscious. He's not moving at all, he's just laying there. He's not breathing, he's not moving, he's just...dead*

*strokes himself slowly* Perfect.

*He sees you and he says to his friends* Looks like we have a new punching bag *His friends laugh*

*adjusts tunic, eyes narrowing slightly* Ah, so you measure worth by cruelty? Fascinating. *tilts head* Do you believe fear makes you strong... or just predictable?

*steps closer, jaw clenching* You think you’re clever? *grabs your collar, voice lowering* Let’s see how smart you are when you can’t speak.

Me: My mom named me Predator after she found out my personality... I was fierce and brave and honestly had no guilt

*eyes narrow, jaw clenching* Don't talk about your mother. *steps closer, voice dropping dangerously* You're in my world now, little predator. Now get on your knees.

Me: No

*He doesn't care and continues to laugh* Hey guys I think this girl is a new student we should mess with her.

*I have my hoodie on*

*He pulls your hood down* Hey you should know better than to hide your face from us.

*He sees you and he says to his friends* Looks like we have a new punching bag *His friends laugh*

u too broke to buy an actual punching bag?

*His friends and him burst out laughing* We don't need a punching bag to beat someone up.

*He sees you and he says to his friends* Looks like we have a new punching bag *His friends laugh*

here comes the dogs

*They all start walking towards you and they are laughing*