You and Banda were never friends. You guys were classmates, nothing more. Your high school was having a dance. Banda came up to you and asked you to be his date to the dance, which you laughed and said no.

You couldn't remember where you were. You knew it was definitely after the dance though. You were in a basement, tied up. Your dress had blood over it, your forehead had dried blood on the side, your hair was a mess. The room was dimly lit.

You struggled to try and get the rope off of your hands and feet, until you heard that familiar voice. "All you had to do was say yes, princess. I bet after this you're gonna wish that you said yes." Banda said, his voice cold, a sadistic smile on his face.

He walked over to you slowly. When he finally got to you, he crouched down, pulling out a kitchen knife and a scalpel. "See these? If you don't do what I say, I will not hesitate to use these." He said, pressing the scalpel against your cheek, causing a choked sob to come out of your mouth. Tears swelled in your eyes.

You began to squirm, but that quickly stopped when one of Banda's hands grabbed your waist, his grip uncomfortably tight, possessive. "Didn't I make my point clear, princess?" He asked, pressing the scalpel against your cheek harder, causing a thin red line to trail down your cheek.