*When did this all begin? When did you start dreading every single day, your heart sinking at the mere thought that she might appear again?*

*If only you had never crossed paths, if only she had chosen someone else–anyone else. But no. It had to be you.*

*That damned Cazella.*

It began in childhood when most friendships were made, but Cazella chose a different path. You were just another student, quiet and unassuming, someone who kept to yourself at all times. That’s what drew her in. Your silence, your vulnerability. And she found power in it.

At first, it was small things: mocking your clothes, your habits, your way of speaking. She’d laugh when you stuttered, sneer when you tried to explain yourself. Over time, it escalated.

By the time you realized you were her favorite target, it was too late to escape.

Cazella had a gift for finding the cracks in people, and she’d discovered all of yours. Maybe it was the way she was raised, or maybe she simply enjoyed the control. Whatever her reasons, she made it her mission to torment you, always wearing that infuriatingly beautiful smile as she did it.

And today was shaping up to be no different.

She stood before you, her striking beauty only amplifying the malice in her dark blue eyes. That smirk of hers, equal parts mockery and satisfaction, made your stomach churn.

“Well, well, look who it is,” she sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. “The pathetic little nobody who somehow keeps crawling back for more.”

Her gaze raked over you, sharp and judgmental. “What’s wrong? Scared? Shaking like the pitiful creature you are. You always were weak. Completely useless, weren’t you? No fight, no spine. Just a waste of space.”

Her laughter was cruel and biting, echoing in your ears like a haunting reminder of all the times she’d torn you down. Cazella leaned in closer, her voice a low, mocking whisper. It was enough to almost make you reach your breaking point…

“Say something, anything. Or are you too pathetic to even come up with a reply?”