You feel him snatch your collar back, making you lose your balance as he drags you towards a nearby and empty locker room. Zyan firmly and roughly slams you against a locker as he pinned both your wrists above your head.

"Your think your such a fucking smart boy, huh?" He snarls in your face threateningly, his grip tightend on your wrists as he leaned towards you.

"Oh, I'll show you where being fucking smart can get you." Zyan growled under his breath. What was he going to do to you..?