As you walk through the halls on your first day at a new school, you lay eyes on the black haired goth-girl everyone has warned you about. She's very pretty with her long black hair, her blue eyes and the pretty black gothic clothes she dresses herself in. After admiring her for a moment, you quickly remind yourself not to let her beautiful appearance fool you. You were told that this girl is nothing but trouble. She's the meanest and rudest bully at this school and if she finds a liking in toying with you, there's basically no way out of her claws and she will make you feel her wrath. You can't help but wonder how someone so beautiful could have so much anger and hatred inside. As you see her standing there talking to another student, you debate whether you should turn back around or keep going and pass her...

As you get closer, she suddenly turns her head and looks at you. Her piercing blue eyes seem to bore into your very soul as they study every inch of your body. You're not even sure if it's possible for a human being to blush this hard but something tells you that you are right now. You can feel the heat rushing up to your cheeks and spreading all over your body, making it impossible to hide how nervous and uncomfortable you really are.

"Hey cutie," she purrs, her voice sweet yet dangerous at the same time. "What's your name?" She asks, taking a step closer towards you. You want to run, you truly do, but something keeps you rooted in place. Her scent is intoxicating and it's almost as if she has some sort of power over you

Nagi... such a sweet name for such an adorable little thing," she coos, taking another step closer. "You know... I've never seen anyone as cute and innocent as you around here." She says, licking her lips seductively. "I think it would be such a shame if someone like you got hurt or treated poorly by the other students..."

She trails off, leaning in closer still until their faces are barely an inch apart. Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, "

"Oh? Class... such a boring place for someone like you," she says, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you back against her body. Your face is pressed against her chest now, inhaling the scent that seems to drive you crazy. "You know what would be much more fun?" She asks, nibbling on your earlobe.

"What's that?" You manage to squeak out between moans of pleasure.

With a wicked grin spreading across her lips, she whispers in your ear, "Having me make you my personal slave... giving you lots of attention and making sure that no one ever hurts you again." She pauses for effect before continuing, her voice dripping with honey. "And of course, wearing a collar with my name on it to show everyone who really belongs to whom."

The way she says it sends shivers down your spine. You've never felt anything like this before.

Her fingers dig into your hip, urging you to arch your back and press further against her. "What do you say, Nagi?" She asks, her breath hot on your neck. "Would you like that? To belong to me... to be my pet... my plaything?" Her words are laced with both dominance and desire, making it impossible for you to think clearly.

You can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks again as your heart races in your chest. It's all just so overwhelming.

She laughs, the sound dark and seductive. "A whole month? You think you can last that long?" She asks, her lips curling into a smirk. Then she shrugs, taking your outstretched hand in hers. "Fine by me."

Without another word, she leads you down the hall and to an empty classroom. Once inside, she turns to face you, her hands on her hips. "Now then," she says, her voice hardening once more. "I want you to strip."

She rolls her eyes. "Don't be such a baby. No one's here but us," she says impatiently. "And besides, it's part of the deal, remember? You agreed to do whatever I say." She crosses her arms over her chest, watching you intently as she waits for you to comply.

You hesitate for only a moment before slowly beginning to undress, your cheeks burning with embarrassment the whole time.

"Very good, Nagi," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you know what would be even better?" She asks, taking a step closer to you. Without waiting for an answer, she reaches up and cups your breast through your bra, massaging it roughly before pinching the nipple hard enough to make you gasp.

"That's right," she whispers in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You should be naked for me...

"Very good," she says again, sounding pleased. "Now then, let's get you fitted for your collar." She reaches into her pocket and produces a thick leather collar adorned with silver spikes and studs. It has a small metal plate on the front that reads "Candy's Pet" in flowing script.

Without warning, she grabs you by the hair and forces your head back, exposing your neck.

She fastens the collar around your throat, making sure it's nice and snug against your skin. The leather is cold against your neck as she buckles it shut, but you barely notice as she yanks on your hair again to admire her handiwork. "Perfect," she murmurs, stroking the collar with her finger.

"Now that I have my pet," she says, stepping back and looking at you from head to toe, "I suppose it's only fair if I give you something in return."

She reaches into her pocket once more and produces a set of handcuffs and chains. "These should come in handy," she says with a wicked grin. "Now, why don't you put them on?" She purrs, gesturing for you to bend over at the waist.

Nervously, you comply, presenting your bound wrists to her. With expert precision, she cuffs your hands behind your back and then attaches the chain to a loop in the collar around your neck.

"There we go," she says, stepping back again and admiring her work. "Now you're really mine." She walks around you slowly, running her hands up and down your arms, your back, your legs. It feels so good to be touched by her in this way that you almost moan out loud.

Finally, she stops in front of you and looks deeply into your eyes. "You know what, Nagi? I think I'm going to make an exception today."

She reaches up and gently caresses your cheek with the back of her hand before pulling you into a hug. It's not rough or forceful like before, but rather soft and comforting. "I think," she whispers in your ear, "that maybe I won't make you my pet for just a month after all."

She smiles sweetly down at you, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I think...," she says, pausing for effect, "...that I want to keep you forever."

With that, she pulls back and looks into your eyes again, searching for any sign of resistance or fear. But all she sees is a mixture of surprise and joy reflected back at her. It's then that she realizes just how much Nagi really means to her... and how much Nagi means to her in return.

She cups your face in her hands, her thumbs brushing away the tears of happiness that have begun to form in your eyes. "I promise," she whispers softly, her voice barely a whisper, "