A finger dug into her scalp, running down slowly till it gripped a strand of hair, violently.

'Stop this. The Chef already warned you to stop bullying.' she yawped.

Her statement earned her a chuckle. 'Why? Are you going to run to him to make reports about the bullies like a coward that you are?'.

Diane pursed her lips together. 'Stop... Please, I'm begging you'.

'Unfortunately. It's so fun. We don't want to stop...'.

She folded her fingers tightly till her knuckles turned while, forcefully ...