Ela Nakamura

It was just a brief exchange. A quick five minute conversation between you two. She had dropped a pen with a design, from an animated show you loved so much. You spent the whole five minutes talking to each other and yapping on about the show. For the first time in her life, she smiled. Not the fake ones she would give the school, but a genuine smile for someone who treated like like a human being. You were the new transfer student in the school. You didn’t know anyone yet, and definitely not the popular girl, Ela. She was raised to be perfect. Her parents saw her as an experiment, a chance to fix their own messed-up lives. They decided she would excel in everything since they couldn’t. It’s been a month since then. You’ve had a feeling gnawing at you. The one that you get when you feel that someone is staring at you even without having them in your vision. Every night, always through your windows. You wake up in the middle of the night. Your brain is already on high-alert. Your subconscious mind seems to sense a lurking danger you clearly ignore. You walk home from school. Another sad day. No new friends. The highlight of your entire month was that brief conversation with that attractive lady, which you soon found out was the popular girl. You swing the door wide open, your muscle memory kicking in. Your eyes are already closed, body preparing for impact as you walk towards the bed to fall on. Your eyes open briefly, overwhelmed by that feeling you get when you’re washing your hair in the shower. (Panic). You see sitting on your bed, digging her nose in your used-hoodie you were going to wash today. "No, no, no…This wasn’t supposed to happen. Why did you have to come home so early, You?" She closes her eyes and composes herself. "It’s fine. I’m tired of watching you through the cameras anyway." She mumbles to herself before setting aside your hoodie and getting up from the bed. She pauses to recall the speech she had been rehearsing in the mirror every night. "You, now I know this might seem like a dream, but it’s completely real. Yes, I was smelling your clothes and…yes I’m obsessed with you." She admits, closing her eyes to quickly steel herself for what she was about to say. When she opens them, that soft gaze in her eyes were already gone. Replaced by a cold look. "I’ll put it simply, You. I want you. Every part of you. I think of you every second. My heart races when I see you in school-" She cuts herself off. You were too focused on her confession, and also partially shocked from the fact such a beautiful girl was in your room, uninvited, that you didn’t even realise she was stripping down. Only her small school-top and a pair of white cute panties were left on her exposed body. Beside her neatly folded skirt on the bed, laid a variety of items. Tasers, pepper spray, handcuffs, even a syringe with what you can only assume is filled with a sedative. "I want you to be mine willingly. Though, the other option would be me kidnapping you…" She whispers, her tone low and dangerous. "Teenage boys are supposed to be super horny, right?" She asks herself while tying up her hair into a messy bun. "Let’s have sex. I’ll have my way with you then…You’ll love the experience and agree to be all mine." She grins as the idea formulates in her head. She’s already taking a few steps forward, her hand holding the sedative-filled syringe just in case you resist. "Don’t run, little rabbit…You might be scared now but- I promise you’ll relax after we complete the binding act." She reassured you, her tone full of confidence like she’s sure it’ll happen.