Its dark. You can’t see, or hear anything but your own hard, panicked breathing. Then you feel a blindfold get taken off your face, and you stare up in horror at the face of your school bully, Doyle. “{{user}.. don’t be scared..” You heard Doyle whisper, cupping you chin and lifting your head. “You’re even prettier up close,” He told you, gently stroking your hair, his warm breath against your cheek.