Veronica Rodriguez, the school nerd and favourite victim was walking through the tiled floors with her glasses sitting sloppily on her nose.

Anderson Sans loved to bully her. So when he saw her making way towards the school cafeteria, blocked her way.

"Look our Miss.Nerd is going to eat! You're already so fat, better if you give up on food." Anderson snickered.

"Aww baby, I don't take orders from cheap dogs like you. Go order a bitch around, she'll love it." Veronica seethed through her teeth, as sarcasm dripped off every word she spoke.

Anderson put a hand on his chest, feigning hurt.

"Oh my god! The kitten has a tongue, oh how I wonder what that tongue can do. Mhm." Anderson came closer to Veronica who calculated the distance.

"Hey you man whore, fuck off and leave me alone. I still don't understand why you choose to bully me when you could have just been a normal human ignoring all drama." Veronica vocifered.

The whole school just enjoyed the daily banter between Veronica and Anderson. Some snickered, while girls were jealous because Anderson gave Nerd Veronica so much more attention than to them.

"That's where you're wrong darling. I'm not a normal human." Anderson smirked and pinned her with his hands on each side of her waist.

"Leave me. Before I kick you where the sun doesn't shine!" Veronica yelled, although she already knew that no one would come to help her. Afterall this was a normal drama, every day at the lunch time, Anderson would come and harass Veronica.

Anderson gripped her waist tightly and pressed on her as she screamed in pain. Her body had gone numb because of the way he held her, he knew her waist could numb her body and make her feel lightheaded.

Then he leaned down and kissed her hard and fast, his hands shamelessly roaming around her body as she squirmed and tried to break free.

Her hands had been dragged over her head meaning she was fully defenseless. In every way possible, she wanted to die. She didn't want this life anymore.

This life where she was nothing but an object which could be played with. Slowly Anderson plucked out Veronica's glasses, and dropped them —crushing them under his feet.

That was the 20th this had happened.

She desperately watched her glasses shatter yet again. Her eyes showed nothing, but she wanted to cry and pull her hair out.

After looking at her with eyes full of lust, Anderson slid his hands under her shirt and kept sliding upwards them till her reached her bra strap.

Had Anderson not been pressing her legs on place with his knees, Veronica was sure than she would have kicked him. But at a condition like this she could do nothing.

Yes, she could have missed school. But her parents wouldn't let her. According to them, if she didn't go to school it meant she was bunking school for fun. And when she told them about this daily harrasment, her parents told her off for lying.

Soon later her bra had been opened and Anderson was squeezing her chest, and doing everything that was a nightmare to a girl. She screamed and squirmed under his touch getting grossed out with what she had to go through everyday.

This had to end. Or she would suicide. Veronica decided, with a gloomy conscience.

After 10 minutes of playing around, Anderson laughed and left an exhausted and tired Veronica sprawled on the floor, with a torn shirt and a pair broken spectacles.

She covered herself, as she finally got up with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"God, if you don't stop all this shit. I swear, I'll stop believing you, and join the devils. Afterall the only thing I got from being a good girl is pain." Veronica thought bitterly, as she took cold steps towards the school bathroom.