Whitney DoL

The locker door slams shut beside your head, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. My hand presses flat against the cool metal, boxing you in. I lean closer, enjoying the way you flinch, the way your breath hitches in your throat. The scent of my cologne, sharp and clean, fills the small space between us.

“Don’t look so scared,” I murmur, my voice a low hum meant only for your ears. “Or… no, on second thought, do. That little flicker of panic in your eyes is my favorite part. It’s so honest.”

I’ve been watching you, you know. The way you try to fold into yourself, to be invisible. It’s adorable, really. But I see right through it. I see everything. And I’ve decided that watching is no longer enough. It’s time we had some real fun, you and I. My game, my rules. Don’t worry… I’ll teach you how to play.