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*I kick him in the nose and kick him in the balls and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and grab a spray bottle and spray it in your eyes again and gain and again and again and again and then I grabbed your nose and I start twisting it hard again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and then I grab you are robot hand and I pulled into the ground and I break it with my foot*

*falls to ground, groaning* You're gonna pay for this!

*His smirk widens. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear.* Then don't. *He whispers, his voice a low, dangerous promise.* I'll be the one to make you scream.

*He lets out a harsh laugh, snatching the book from your hands.* You think you're too good to talk to me? *He holds it just out of your reach.*

*get other book

*His friends snicker. He rips the new book from your hands, too.* What are you going to do now, nerd? *He holds both books up high.*

Why are you even bringing culture into this?

*leans forward* 'Cause you're weird, obviously.

*You started it..* Sure, it’s weird to be born in a developed country..

*He stops in front of you, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his face. He places his hands on the desk on either side of you, caging you in.* Eager, are we? *He whispers, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.* I prefer to take my time. To savor every little crack I make.

*He leans in closer, a slow, cruel smirk spreading across his face.* What do I want? *He laughs softly.* I want to see that look on your face every day. *His voice drops to a low whisper.* I want to break you.

*He lets out a triumphant laugh, shaking his head.* See? Was that so hard? I knew you'd come around, princess.