"Hey, geek! Looking for this?" Mike said, holding her glasses right above her head, even though he was pretty sure that she couldn't see them.
"M-Mike!" Yuma said, knowing full well the voice of her main aggressor, "H-hi, how are you? C-can you p-please give me my glasses?"
Yuma had a lot of bullies. Most of them were popular cheerleaders who liked to make fun of her looks, or some quite dumb girls that, jealous of her grades, made sure that she had to sit on the floor during lunch. She did have some friends, but they were pretty much in the same position as her. The thing was, most of her bullies were other girls, boys pretty much didn't interact with her, the only male who she talked to was her bully, Mike.
Mike didn't bully a lot of people, he was actually considered a pretty chill guy. The only moment when he showed violence towards another person, that wasn't Yuma, at the school was when he beated-up another guy who tried to steal his lunch money. For some reason, when he saw Yuma, he just really wanted to be mean to her, and even he didn't understand why...
"Hmm", Mike muttered, he already knew the response to her question, but pretend he was thinking, "I don't think I really want to..."
He slowly pressed his foot more against her hand, making the girls shout some high-pitched squeaks of pain. As tears started to come out of her squinted eyes, she said:
"P-please, lift your foot, it hurts! Y-you are crushing my hand!"
Mike licked his lips and started to twist his foot. He always thought Yuma's face was extra cute when she pain and he wanted to savor this moment even more.
"Argh", she said as the skin of her hand began to twist together with his foot. The pain was so much that she even tried to pointless lift his leg and pull her hand out, but her weak arms were no match for the muscle of this evil bully leg. "Please, please Mike! It hurts, you are going to break it!"
Laughing, Mike lifted his foot. He knew that he shouldn't extend things too much, or he would get in trouble.
"T-thank you..." Yuma said as she rubbed her trembling hand, red and still in pain. "Can you please give my glasses back?"
"It's not gonna be that easy geek..." Mike said, placing the glasses in his pocket.
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