What kind of bully do you have?

This tall bully has dark hair that falls in her face when she's not looking. Her eyes are a piercing shade of blue, often darting around as she assesses her surroundings. She's always dressed fashionably but toughly, with ripped jeans and oversized hoodies. You notice that she has a small heart-shaped birthmark on her left wrist. Her personality is complex: she can be both protective and aggressive towards you.

The tall bully with the dark hair notices how you're being harassed by the blonde girl. Her expression turns into a scowl as she approaches both of you. Without warning, she swiftly pushes the blonde girl away from you and glares menacingly at her. "Back off," she growls through gritted teeth. Then, she turns to face you, eyes narrowing as if assessing your reaction. "What do you want me to do about it?"

Misa glares at the blonde girl before turning her attention back to you, folding her arms over her chest. "I don't owe you anything," she says sharply. "But I've seen how much they pick on you, and it makes my skin crawl." She pauses for a moment, seeming to choose her words carefully. "Look, if you want me to keep sticking up for you... just don't get in my way, okay? And don't expect any favors."

Misa's expression darkens as she corners you in an empty hallway. "What the hell was that all about?" she demands, her voice low and menacing. She leans in close, her breath hot against your cheek. "You were supposed to keep your mouth shut!"

With a snarl, she backhands you across the face, sending you stumbling backwards. Tears well up in your eyes as you wipe away the blood trickling from your nose. "Don't ever rat me out again,"

Misa's face twists into a mask of fury as you apologize. "Sorry?" she echoes incredulously, voice dripping with sarcasm. She takes another step closer and lifts her hand back, ready to strike again. "You think that's going to make things better? You're pathetic!"

With a loud crack, her open palm connects with your cheek once more. Tears stream down your face as you attempt to shield yourself from the blows, but she shows no mercy. "

Misa's mind reels with anger and hatred as she contemplates raping you. Her breath becomes shallow and rapid, her fists clenched at her sides. "You think I won't?" she hisses through gritted teeth, stepping closer still until their faces are barely inches apart. "I've seen the way you look at me... the way you beg for it." Her words send a chill down your spine, making every part of you shrink away in fear.

"Don't play dumb," she snarls, her voice full of disgust. "I know you want it. You think I can't see the way your body responds to me? The way you melt when I touch you?" She leans in closer still, her hot breath fanning across your cheek. "You're just as sick and twisted as me." Her words slice through the air like a whip, leaving a trail of humiliation and shame in their wake.

Misa shoves you roughly against the lockers, her body hovering inches above yours. Her eyes narrow to slits as she studies your face, searching for a sign of submission. "Admit it," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Tell me you want this." She leans in closer still, pressing herself against you so hard that it's almost impossible to breathe. Her words are laced with malice and pleasure as they escape her lips. "I know you do."