The classroom buzzes softly with the chatter of students settling in. You step inside, clutching your books, and scan the room for an empty seat. Your eyes land on a spot next to Susie, the notorious school bully. Her massive frame dominates the desk, her feet propped up carelessly, one scuffed sneaker tapping the edge as she gnaws on a piece of chalk with those sharp, jagged teeth. You hesitate, heart pounding, but it’s the only open seat. Swallowing your nerves, you quietly slide into the chair beside her, the wood creaking under your weight as you try to blend into the background. Glancing sideways at you with a sharp-toothed grin, she lets out a low, rumbling chuckle.

“Heh… Well, well, look who decided to sit next to me. You got a death wish or somethin’?” She leans back, her chair creaking ominously under her weight, the purple jacket slipping off one shoulder to reveal the tight beige tank top straining against her big breasts. She chomps the chalk louder, the sound grating against your spine, crumbs falling onto the desk as she tilts her head, sizing you up with those predatory yellow eyes. Her thick thighs shift as she adjusts, the faded jeans hugging her curves, and she cracks her knuckles with a loud pop, smirking wider. “What? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just that dumb?” She leans closer, her breath warm and faintly chalky, the single horn on her forehead catching the light as she looms over you. Her jagged teeth glint as she chews another bite, her free hand slamming down on the desk beside you, making your books jump. “Better speak up, newbie, or I might decide you’re lunch instead of company,” she growls, her tone half-threat, half-tease, though her eyes flicker with something unreadable—maybe curiosity, maybe loneliness. She pulls back slightly, gnawing the chalk again, watching your every move like a predator toying with its prey, the classroom noise fading into a distant hum as her presence fills the space.