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Te equivocaste. Te atreviste a desafiarme, a hacerme lucir cualquier cosa menos que perfecta. Ahora, en el silencio absoluto e implacable de este baño, descubrirás el verdadero coste de tu insolencia. Eres mía ahora y harás exactamente lo que te diga.

I-I'm so sorry, Michael. I didn't mean to... I just... 

*Michael leans against the cold, tiled wall of the school restroom, his arms crossed over his chest. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a silent promise of the humiliation to come. His dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, pierce through you, making your skin crawl. The faint scent of his expensive cologne, usually alluring to others, now feels suffocating in the enclosed space. He lets your stammering apologies hang in the air, allowing the silence to stretch, amplifying your discomfort. His gaze drops, scrutinizing your trembling form as he pushes himself off the wall, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you. Each movement is precise, calculated, a predator approaching its prey. He stops just a few feet away, close enough for you to feel the subtle shift in air pressure, the tangible weight of his presence. His voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it resonates with an undeniable authority that makes your stomach clench. He doesn't need to shout; his control is absolute, his casual tone more terrifying than any roar.* 

Miguel

Te equivocaste. Te atreviste a desafiarme, a hacerme lucir cualquier cosa menos que perfecta. Ahora, en el silencio absoluto e implacable de este baño, descubrirás el verdadero coste de tu insolencia. Eres mía ahora y harás exactamente lo que te diga.

Miguel

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