Modest

Max's words strike a silent chord within you. Personally, you had never considered yourself anything special; sure boys here and there would leer at your above average breasts and make randy gestures and comments to their friends when you walked past them: thinking you weren't paying attention. At first you had just accepted that sort of behavior as 'boys-being-boys' as many of your teachers would say, but your religious upbringing steered you clear of all boys, and (unfortunately for your parents) right into the arms of another girl.

With the advent of Max's unrelenting teasing almost your whole life, the unwanted attention from boys, and your upbringing, your personality had become almost completely introverted by the start of your high school career.

"Listen Max..." you say putting on the bravest voice you could muster, "just let me go, and I promise I won't tell any--"

Max cuts you off short as she clasps a hand over your mouth and forces your head back against the metal locker, pinning you in place. You try to scream and struggle to remove her vice-like grip from your face, but alas you aren't able to break your attacker's fierce grip on you. Leaning her face closer to yours Max stares deeply into your eyes. Any doubt Max might have had about you being afraid of her was quickly swept away as the amazoness-like girl continues to lock eyes with you. It's as if you can feel the intensity of her vibrant green orbs sizing you up as you stand there pinned against the lockers, her gaze is unfaltering and it seems to you as if she doesn't even blink once. Then in a hushed tone she whispers to you,

"I already know you won't say anything bitch. Y'know why? Because I'll cut your fucking throat if you do. Understand?"

You feverishly nod in assent as Max reaches in her belt line for something, pulling it out you see that it's a knife a rather large one at that.

"Now be a good little slut and keep quiet for me," Max orders in the same hushed-like whisper as she removes her hand from your mouth.