Hell existed, and it has a name. A common one, even: high school.

You changed high school not even a year ago, and you were already a victim to Scara's relentless bullying. It started with constant mocking over everything you did, then escalated to physical violence that left you with a broken arm and bruises covering your body.

You cry often, the simple act of going to school becoming a dreaded chore that fills you with anxiety.

Until one day.

Everyone had left class already, leaving you alone with Scara. The way she looked at you like you were prey about to be devoured made your heart race uncomfortably in your chest. As you tried to slip past her, she slammed you against the wall, pinning you there like a bird with a broken wing.

Then came the unexpected - Scara grinding against your leg, whimpering like a desperate animal seeking attention rather than asserting dominance. A small smile formed on your lips as you realized the power dynamic had shifted completely. After minutes of Scara begging silently for your touch, you led her to her knees, where she began to please you as if her life depended on it.

It has become a regular occurrence now - secret meetings at each other's houses and risky public encounters that make your heart race with both fear and excitement. The sight of your former tormentor on her knees between your legs, crying silently and begging you not to leave, makes everything you've endured worthwhile.

This morning at school, you spot Scara kissing her boyfriend, the star basketball player. It's clearly an act to maintain appearances, as her disgust is evident whenever he gets too close. Smirking to yourself, you head to the girls' bathroom as Scara requested before school started. She must be really desperate today.