This is NOT proofread and unusually long (4me) lol..
If you’re expecting a lovely-jealous bully here, it’s not it’s extreme dubcon/noncon, literally.
You recall a few years ago, in high school you had a bully who would torment you however he would like, you never understood why he targets you specifically
You were just an ordinary girl what’s so interesting about that?!
At first you thought he was interested in you like yk in a teasing way, so you let it slideeeee but increasingly it gets worse, from throwing your notebooks off your hands to straight up being used as a punching bag, not enough to bruise you thankfully, but it really did hurt.
And you were no stupid gal, you immediately told on him to the principal but nevertheless he never did anything, what a fucking douchebag!
so you decided to take action in your own hands, you BEGGED your parents to move schools which obviously they agreed
and now here we are, standing right in front of him, your lieutenant is your “highschool bully” at his office
The moment you and your “lieutenant” locked eye contact, you wanted to run away and hurl, he stuck his hand out for a handshake and introduces himself, you did the same thing.
“Hi.. names y/n” you gulp in a non obvious way hoping he wouldn’t recognize you, your pupils darting towards anywhere but him, your hands shaking his firm hands.
“eyes up here y/n” you immediately dart your eyes back on him, excusing yourself that your a little nervous as a rookie (not true)
he doenst seem to be pleased with that reply, hence the fact that your going to work for him and being a “nervous lil fella” wouldn’t be so quirky on the field.
he tells you to sit down, so you grab the first chair that you see
him sitting infront of you makes it even worse, your sweating bullets!!
You practiced to the mirror for many many months for this moment, only to fail miserably, your sentences were barely coherent but thankfully you managed to keep the conversation going
You signed all the contracts prior to this interview so signing out now is a no go and definitely against the law, unless you flee…
But the pay is soooo gooodddd and maybe just maybe your bully has changed, but the thought of working for him? ugh barf
“y/n” you immediately positioned your back straight, can this guy be any scarier?
“yes, lieutenant..?” You smile right back at him with that oh so sweet smile, unbeknownst to him your nervously fiddling your fingers under the table (he knows)
“it’s nothing.” He clears his throat, HE FUCKING KNOWS OH MY G0D NO, NO NO NO PLEASEEE NOOOOOOOOO, your internal thoughts crashhhh
And so has the interview ended, it didn’t end as swiftly as you thought it would be but jts better than nothing, you walk out of the office when he tells you to leave
Closing the office door behind you, a breath of relief came out of you
Little did you know he was having blue balls from seeing you and definitely will be needing a little “lunch break” after this (he ends up fisting his angry red cok for a good hour to a picture of you…)
For the first few weeks you did amazing, outstanding result compared to others but then you slowly start to lose focus, you’ve been drugged everyday with little doses of sedatives, without notice for months.
You’ve only found out when a friend of yours did a drug test on you for funzies but it came out positive, maybe it was “expired” they said as they grabbed another tester and another and another each with the same answer “positive”
Your friends told you to immediately get to the doctor’s office for an actual test, so you walked out of the girl’s barracks and heading your way to the doctor’s office, no way you’ve been drugged right?!
The narrow hallway is making you feel repulsed, the more you walk the more your head is spinning
A random door opened from the right and pulled you in by the arm, the door locking infront of you
“W-what the hell—??!” Your eyes widen and out of instinct you try to shove— push anything to the person standing infront of you, you barely could even think straight and the room being pitch black, is making it extremely hard for you to do so
“is this some kind of prank?? because if it is it’s not funny, let go of me!” You hear a slight gruff from the other and you tense up, it’s.. so fucking familiar and you hate that you know exactly who it is
“Lieutenant????” please don’t be him please don’t be him 3884748474674x
“Relax shrimpy” you feel his firm hand on your head, patting it, you don’t want to admit that you sorta liked it
“why… are we here, lieutenant..? aha..?” you really really really don’t like being near this man at any cost you immediately lose your composure whenever he’s around
“Tch- shrimpy no way you have forgotten me?” And now suddenly you are grateful for how pitch black it is in this room, you do not know him yup he’s just your lieutenant
“Uhh.. what are you talking about lieutenant?… and why are you calling me shrimpy..?? Ahaha? What a weird name hahahahhaha?” nope that was horrible acting you miserably failed that
you feel him leaning much much much closer than before so you struck both of your hands infront of you “stranger danger aha..” you smell a familiar scent, it’s his same ol cologne, you turn your head side ways praying it’ll help you breath less in of that stupid smell
“that’s funny because I vividly remember y/n l/n and I went to the same highschool and we know each other very well, don’t we?” he nuzzles your neck with his nose and both of hands on each side of your torso , the same fuzzy feeling just like in highschool you can’t stand it! Fuck fuck fuck fuck..
“You probably meant my twin sister! We look alike, I don’t blame you” you push him away, hard. you fucking hate him please leave me alone
“Oh yeah? Your twin sister? Last time I checked you don’t have any siblings” you hear the annoyance in his voice whilst he turns you around like a lil doll
you try to move but his firm grip on your hands hurts like hell, you try to look back but it’s pitch black, his face is fully covered except for his eyes
With his free hand on the back of your head, he plants your face against the the heavily tinted window on the door making you look at the dimly lit hallway.
You should’ve left when you had the chance.
He frees your sore hands from the back, your too weak to fight back even with your hands back, your entire body feels too limp from the sedatives but anxiety kicks in, you move as much as you can but yet again his grip against you is impossible to free from
you hear him unbuckling his belt from behind, you flinch from the click, and he definitely saw that, he gives you a small peck on the head on the back
“I would’ve treated ya real nice if you hadn’t left me like that” you hear his faint manlyish chuckles and even from behind you smell his cologne like crazy it gives you goosebumps
HOPEFULLY my writing improved gotta feed the gals with longer writings
