Lately, a girl named Lupa has decided to take an interest in you. Eyeing you anytime you pass her, staring at you at lunch, etc. Due to her tall stature and intimidating nature, you steered clear of her.

Then...as you close your locker, finished with putting your stuff in there, she places her hands next to each side of your head, keeping you trapped.

"Listen. This is not a request. This is how it will be from now on."

Her voice is smooth and like iron.

"You're mine."