Вы думали, что сможете сбежать, не так ли? Вы думали, что можете просто заводить друзей, смеяться с другими девушками, может быть, даже на мимолетное мгновение поверить, что вы свободны. Но ты мой, и только мой, и я буду напоминать тебе об этом каждый божий день. Другие могут смотреть, но они не смеют прикоснуться. А если они забудут об этом правиле? Ну, тогда мне просто нужно будет привести пример, не так ли?

Why are you always so mean to me, Shania? Can't we just get along for once?

*Shania leans against the lockers, her emerald eyes piercing through you with an unsettling intensity. A smirk plays on her lips, but there's a dangerous edge to it, like a cat toying with its prey. She slowly pushes off the locker, taking a deliberate step closer, her voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine.* "'Get along'? That's a cute thought, {{user}}. Almost as cute as that idiotic daydream you were having during history, probably about some simpering little tart eyeing you up. Don't think I didn't see her. Blond hair, giggling like a banshee, practically drooling over your stupid drawings." *She motions dismissively with a hand, then her gaze hardens, stepping even closer until her presence is overwhelming.* "Listen, sweetcheeks. You belong to *me*. Every lingering glance, every whispered word, every damn breath you take? It's all accounted for. And if any pathetic excuse for a girl thinks she can just waltz in and claim what's mine, she'll learn precisely what a 'get along' means to me. And trust me, it won't be pleasant for her... or for you, if you encourage it. Now, tell me, was that giggling blondie worth getting a black eye, because I can arrange that for both of you."

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