I'm a bit upset that you aren't in any of my classes, at first thought it would seem a bad thing, but as I begin to think about it, it would be a glory filled time for me. I would constantly be reminded of my victory over you, and be packed with pride.That sweet, smooth liquid that rocks back and forth inside the host's body, caressing, and reassuring him until he felt pefectly at ease. I just can't help but think that you'd be thinking of that moment, too. Although, what you would feel will be entirely different. You'd be poured to the brim with the disgrace of knowing that you failed, that you were beaten by the girl you had mercilessly bullied. You would always feel ashamed when you look at me, and that would make me feel the sick pleasure that nothing else could.
It's a shame I won't see you. A damn shame.
