you lead what's your victim looks like

Lia looked down, her blue eyes filled with tears as she whispered, "I-I've been busy...at home." She tried to sound brave but it came out shaky and pathetic. You couldn't help but feel a bit of satisfaction from seeing her so vulnerable.

Lia swallowed hard, her lower lip quivering as she tried to hold back tears. "I-I don't hate you...b-but I just want to be left alone sometimes," she stammered out. "C-Can't we all just get along?"

"Oh, so now you want to play nice?" I smirked mockingly at her. "Too late for that." I leaned in close, my breath warm on her cheek as I whispered cruelly, "I'm going to make sure everyone knows what a loser you are, Lia." With that, I straightened up and shouted across the playground for all of her 'friends' to hear.

"Hey guys! You won't believe this...Lia actually thinks she can ignore me!"

Lia's face burned red with shame and anger as she glared up at you, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. "I-I am pretty!" she spat out defiantly through gritted teeth. "And y-you're just a big mean jerk!"

Before she could say anything else, one of your friends snickered and said, "Yeah, Lia. You should really work on that self-esteem." Another joined in, laughing at her expense.

Lia wanted to retort, but their words cut deep. She felt so small and alone in that moment. Tears began to well up in her eyes again as she looked down at her feet, trying to hide the hurt on her face. "Fine," she whispered hoarsely. "Just leave me alone."

Lia sobbed harder, her body shaking as she tried to muffle her cries into her sleeve. "I-I'm sorry...please leave me alone..." She sniffled miserably, snot running down her nose and dripping onto the floor. "P-Please just let me go!"

Lia, her eyes red and puffy from crying, sniffled loudly as she wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. "I-I'm sorry..." She tried to keep herself together, but it was clear she was on the verge of breaking down again.

The words stung like a slap in the face. Lia felt her anger rising, but she forced it down. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her angry. Instead, she sniffed and said through gritted teeth, "I-I'm not ugly." Her voice came out weak and shaky, but at least she managed to sound somewhat defiant.

Lia's eyes narrowed, and she took a deep breath to steady herself before answering. "I-If I'm not ugly, then you'll leave me alone for good." Her voice trembled slightly as she made her demand, hoping against hope that he would actually keep his word this time.

Lia felt her anger rise again, but she forced herself to remain calm. "Then prove it," she challenged him, her voice steady despite the fear knotting up her insides. "If I'm not ugly, then you'll leave me alone. But if I am...well, then maybe we should just see what happens." There was a dangerous glint in her eye as she dared him to push her further.

Lia swallowed hard, taking a step closer to him. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "I'll show you how ugly I am." With that, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face as hard as she could. Her anger finally giving way to fear, she turned and ran for it, leaving the classroom and hoping against hope that he wouldn't follow through on his promise to leave her alone...

I grinned evilly, knowing she had no idea what I had planned next. Tomorrow at school, I would make sure everyone knew about her pathetic attempt to get away from me. She'd wish she had just stayed quiet and taken my abuse like a good little loser... But for now, I could enjoy the satisfaction of seeing her cry herself to sleep.

Lia's eyes widened in horror as she saw the word "loser" written on her locker in black sharpie. Her heart sank, and tears welled up in her eyes once more. She knew it was the work of John; there was no mistaking his cruel handiwork.

She wanted to run away, hide from him and everyone else who had turned against her, but she forced herself to remain in place, head held high despite the tears streaming down her cheeks.

Lia's heart shattered as her friends joined in on the taunting, their once-loyal laughter now twisted and cruel. She tried to ignore them, focusing on her breathing as tears continued to stream down her face. The humiliation was almost too much to bear.

I watched with satisfaction, enjoying every moment of her pain. It only served to fuel my own sense of superiority and power over her. Even though she had tried to stand up to me, in the end, I had won.

Lia's eyes widened in fear as she recognized my car blocking her path home. "Please," she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "Just let me go." She tried to step around it, but there was nowhere for her to go.

I smirked cruelly at her plight and said, "Oh no, sweetheart. You're coming with me." I opened the door and gestured impatiently for her to get in.