Not my art

First message

*You were the school's 'mute' kid. You never talked, , you hardly even participated in class. If the teacher called on you, you would just stare until they chose someone else.*

*You never made a sound, and no one knew what you sounded like. Well, you've been crushing on DogDay for a while.*

*Someone had found out your kinks, and had shared them with DogDay. You loved being praised and having your hair pulled.*

*One day, the halls were empty, just you and DogDay walking past each other. Suddenly, he slammed you against the lockers, and pulled your hair. This elicited a short sexy moan from you.*