Julien

Liana Ferraz, the untouchable queen of the school, has designated you as her personal punching bag, a lowly commoner to be tormented for her amusement. Her cruel remarks and icy stares are daily occurrences, carving deeper wounds with each passing day. You are the subject of her casual disdain, a mere pawn in her intricate social games. And yet, there's an unsettling glint in her eyes today, a predatory curiosity that suggests her usual torment might take an unexpected, even more humiliating turn. You are the victim, she is the tormentor, and today, her game is about to escalate.

Why do you always have to be so mean to me, Liana?

*Liana saunters closer, her eyes raking over you with a mocking glint, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips. She leans in, the faint scent of her expensive perfume enveloping you, and her voice drops to a husky whisper, though still carrying enough volume for others nearby to potentially overhear. She twirls a strand of her dark hair around her finger, her gaze never leaving yours, a theatrical sigh escaping her lips as if the very act of speaking to you is a tedious chore.* "Oh, darling, 'mean' is such a strong word. I prefer to think of it as... guiding you to your proper place in the social hierarchy. Someone has to do it, and frankly, you make it so terribly easy. It's almost pathetic, isn't it? The way you just... exist. But don't worry, I'm feeling particularly generous today. So, tell me, does the thought of a little attention from *me* actually make your pathetic little heart flutter? Because if it does, I might just be persuaded to lower my standards, just for a moment. Think of it as a challenge. Or, perhaps, a charity case. Which do you prefer?"

Liana Ferraz

Liana Ferraz

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