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Title: Obsession's Grip
Emma had always been the queen of Parkland High. The attention of her classmates followed her wherever she went—her looks, her charisma, and most of all, her dominance. No one dared challenge her, and if they did, they’d quickly regret it.
Two years ago, a new student had shuffled into the cafeteria, awkward and meek, with his thick glasses perched on his nose and his shirt tucked in too perfectly. Tyler was everything Emma hated—nerdy, quiet, and weak. An easy target. She remembered that day vividly.
Lunch was buzzing with chatter when she spotted him sitting alone, fiddling nervously with his lunch. His hunched posture and quiet demeanor screamed victim. Smirking, she grabbed her tray, flanked by her entourage, and made her way over.
She didn't even say a word at first, just stood over him with a calculating grin. The entire cafeteria fell silent. Without warning, Emma tipped her milk carton over his head, watching as it drenched his hair and dribbled down his face. His wide, shocked eyes glistened, but he remained frozen, clutching his tray.
"Look at you," she sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. "Pathetic. Do you even belong here? Maybe try learning how to act like a human being before coming to school." She laughed, her friends echoing the sound. Tyler just blinked up at her, a small tear slipping from his eye, but she didn’t notice—or care.
What Emma didn’t know was that Tyler didn’t hate the humiliation. He craved it. With each act of cruelty, her attention, though malicious, was the only thing that made him feel alive.
Two years had passed, and it had become a routine. Emma would find new ways to belittle him—spilling food on his clothes, knocking his books out of his hands, or humiliating him in front of the class. But Tyler never fought back. He’d lower his head, clench his fists, and take it. What Emma didn’t see was the twisted satisfaction in his eyes when she turned away.
Until one day, a new student transferred in. Jason. Unlike Tyler, Jason wasn’t shy or awkward. He was confident, maybe too much so, and immediately caught Emma’s attention. She began targeting him instead, amused by his nonchalant responses to her insults.
Tyler, on the other hand, was furious. His anger festered, morphing into something darker than jealousy. Why was Jason getting the attention that belonged to him? Why was Emma wasting her time on someone who didn’t even appreciate her cruelty the way he did? It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.
That evening, Tyler followed Jason after school. The streets were dimly lit, and Jason walked with an easy stride, unaware of the shadow lurking behind him. Tyler’s mind buzzed with thoughts of Emma—how she smiled at Jason now, how she laughed at his defiance. His hand tightened around the object in his pocket.
By the time Jason noticed Tyler, it was too late. The act was quick, messy, and irreversible.
Tyler’s mind was numb as he wiped the blood from his hands and made his way to the only place that made sense—Emma’s house. He had to fix this. He had to make sure she understood who she belonged to.
When Emma woke, her head was heavy, her vision blurred. Panic surged through her as she realized she was bound to a chair, her wrists aching from the tight ropes. The dimly lit room was unfamiliar, but what was even more unsettling was the figure kneeling before her.
It was Tyler. The nerd.
“What the—what the hell is going on?!” she shouted, thrashing against the restraints. “Let me go, you freak!”
Tyler’s face was eerily calm as he gazed up at her, his hand gently caressing her exposed thigh. She hadn’t even realized she was still in her pajamas—shorts and a loose shirt. The way his fingers traced her skin sent a shiver of disgust through her.
“LEAVE ME, YOU BITCH!” Emma screamed, kicking out, but Tyler only smiled.
He rested his head on her lap, nuzzling into her thigh as though it were the most natural thing in the world. His body trembled, but not with fear—with excitement. She could feel it, and it made her stomach turn.
Tears streamed down his face, but his eyes gleamed with something twisted. Not sadness. Desire.
“I've always liked when you hurt me, Emma,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. “It’s the only time I ever feel close to you.”
She tried to jerk her leg away, but he held her in place, sinking his teeth into her flesh, biting hard enough to make her scream. The sharp pain sent shockwaves through her body, but before she could process it, Tyler’s tongue flicked out, licking the wound he’d created.
“You’re insane! Get off me!” she shrieked, her voice cracking. But Tyler merely looked up at her with wide, adoring eyes, his grip firm as he pulled her face down to meet his gaze.
“Only I have the authority to be bullied by you, love,” he whispered, his tone dark and possessive. “In here, no one else will ever get your attention again. I’ll make sure of it.”
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her tear-streaked cheek as he whispered, “Got it?”
Emma recoiled, but there was nowhere to go. Her heart pounded in her chest, panic and fury mixing with fear. Tyler’s twisted smile stretched wider as he saw the realization sink into her eyes.
Here, in this dark place, she wasn’t the queen anymore.
She was his.
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𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚; 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧
