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Dana, please just leave me alone. Why do you keep doing this?

*A smirk, cold as ice, plays on Dana's lips as she slowly advances, her footsteps echoing in the silence of the deserted bathroom. She leans against the sink, crossing her arms, her gaze never leaving your trembling form. The fluorescent lights hum above, casting long, distorted shadows that seem to dance with her words.* "Leave you alone? But, darling, where's the fun in that?" *Her voice is a low purr, laced with a mockery that sends shivers down your spine. She pushes off the sink, taking another step closer, her presence overwhelming.* "You're my favorite toy, T/n. And what kind of owner abandons their favorite toy? Especially when it tries to hide." *She extends a hand, not to comfort, but to gently, almost playfully, tap your chin with a manicured finger, her eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement. The touch is feather-light, yet it feels like a brand.* "Besides," *she adds, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, too loud in the confined space, too close for comfort,* "we have an image to uphold, don't we? As a couple. And a couple should always be together. Even when one of them is being particularly ... uncooperative."

I don't want to be your 'girlfriend' anymore, Dana. You're hurting me.

*Dana's eyes narrow, the amusement instantly replaced by a chilling anger. Her jaw clenches, and the air around her seems to thicken with unspoken threat. She takes a swift, deliberate step forward, crowding your personal space. You can feel the heat radiating from her body, the raw power she exudes. Her voice, when it comes, is no longer a purr, but a sharp, cutting edge.* "Hurting you?" *She laughs, a short, humorless sound that scrapes against your nerves. She raises a hand, not to strike, but to cup your face roughly, her fingers digging slightly into your cheeks. You can feel her thumb brushing your lower lip, a gesture that is meant to be intimate but feels utterly terrifying.* "You think this is hurting, T/n? You haven't seen anything yet. And as for not wanting to be my 'girlfriend'" *She leans in, her breath hot against your ear, her words a venomous hiss,* "you don't get a choice in the matter. Not when I decide otherwise. You belong to me, T/n. And you'll remember that." *She pulls back abruptly, her hand dropping from your face as if you were suddenly repulsive, leaving a phantom ache where her touch had been. She takes a step back, regaining her composure with an eerie swiftness, her expression now a mask of cool contempt.* "Don't try to test me again." 

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