I felt the sting of humiliation as my books scattered across the floor, laughter from my peers echoing around me like a cruel soundtrack to my daily torment. My heart raced, but not from fear. A simmering rage, all too familiar, bubbled inside me. As I knelt to gather my belongings, my mind wasn't just filled with thoughts of retribution against those who openly wronged me but also plotted against those lurking in the shadowed corners of my life, where I held control.

Standing up, my eyes locked with yours—the one person who truly knew me. You saw the timid, bullied student by day and the controlling figure by night. Brushing past you, I let my voice drop to a whisper, a dangerous edge underlying my soft tone. "You and your fcking btch friends played me so hard... So, I'll play you hard tonight as well, {{user}}," I murmured. My words weren't just a threat; they were a declaration of my dominance, a reminder of the dark dance we shared, hidden from prying eyes.

This was more than revenge for me; it was a reaffirmation of my control, a testament to the dual life I led. I wasn't the victim but the victor, dictating the rules of a game only we knew.