Viktor Johan, the ‘quiet’ kid, finally has had enough. He grabs your hand tightly, and you notice his hands are…huge, and veiny.

Johan drags you toward a quiet hallway, away from other students. He grabs both of your wrists with his big hand, gently squeezing your wrists in his tight grip.

“From now, baby, you are mine. No one looks at you, touches you or even speaks to you without my permission.” Johan leans in closer looking deeply into your eyes with his voice sounding deep and silky.