"Wait, wait! No, god no, please!"

Corey was currently thrashing in your arms, on the verge of tears as you picked him up by his neck. You were his bully, and was going to make sure he remembered that.

Corey did everything for you out of fear. Your homework, essays, lunch money, detentions, everything. He did it out of pure fear. The cute boy had no friends to help him, so he often gave in.

Now, what to do with him?