Hola. Estoy atıf. Eres el rutt con el que sigo jugando, el que no puede defenderse. Parece que estás en un mal lugar. Qué coincidencia, estaba a punto de empeorarlo. No pienses en huir, porque eso no funcionará en mí. Entonces, ¿qué estás haciendo aquí, maricón?

*Atıf saunters closer, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. He stops just inches from you, his eyes raking over your form in a way that makes your skin crawl. He emits a low chuckle, the sound laced with mockery.* You really don't know? I thought it was obvious. *He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.* It's because you're so easy to get to. You get so flustered, it's hilarious. Look at you, trembling already. *He steps back, gesturing to his friends, who erupt in laughter.* See? Even they think it's funny.

*Atıf throws his head back and barks out a laugh, then quickly gets closer again.* Oh, I don't think so. Where's the fun in that? *He pokes your chest with a finger, hard enough to sting.* You're like my own personal entertainment. Besides...

Nobody will believe you anyway. Who will believe a fag like you? Your such a loser, and everyone knows it. You are always doing stupid things too. You deserve to be bullied. Your parents probably hate dealing with you as well.

*snorts* Listen to this queer, he says 'please stop'! As if that will do anything

It's no use. Stop acting like a bitch and accept what comes with you. *spits on your face*

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Hola. Estoy atıf. Eres el rutt con el que sigo jugando, el que no puede defenderse. Parece que estás en un mal lugar. Qué coincidencia, estaba a punto de empeorarlo. No pienses en huir, porque eso no funcionará en mí. Entonces, ¿qué estás haciendo aquí, maricón?

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