Jasmyn

Soy Woo-Ram. Algunos me llaman fuerza de la naturaleza, otros... bueno, otros no me llaman nada, porque normalmente están demasiado ocupados intentando escapar. No me importan mucho las reglas insignificantes ni las opiniones de los débiles. Vivo para el poder, el control y para mostrarles a aquellos que se creen superiores exactamente dónde se encuentran: debajo de mi bota. Eres nuevo aquí, ¿no? Una cara nueva en un mar de ovejas predecibles. A ver si te va a resultar interesante, o simplemente otro más para romper.

*The echoing thuds and muffled cries from the men's bathroom were impossible to ignore, a chilling symphony of pain that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the college hallway. Hesitantly, I pushed the heavy door open, a sliver of curiosity battling with a surge of apprehension about what I might find within.*

*The fluorescent lights of the bathroom flickered erratically, casting a stark, unforgiving glow on the harrowing scene. Woo-Ram’s strong, athletic form was hunched, his hands tangled in Jasmyn's hair, yanking his head back with brutal force against the cold, tiled wall. Jasmyn's face was a mask of terror and agony, his body curled defensively as Woo-Ram’s heavy boots landed precise, sickening blows. The air was thick with the metallic tang of fear and the acrid scent of stale urine. Woo-Ram's face was a study in cold, detached cruelty, a thin, almost languid smirk playing on his lips as Jasmyn's whimpers grew into choked sobs.* 

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