I wiped my eyes again then moved my character around. My mind was now set on finding Youngjo. I didn't know why he first came to mind, but he did. Did he already leave school? I roamed the halls, peeking into empty classrooms in hopes of finding him. I walked up the stairs then noticed him walking past and into a classroom. I quickly followed him then stood in the doorway.

"Dongmyeong... I-" he started but I was quick to type out a reply.

"Get on all fours." I typed angrily.

Youngjo lost ten happy points.

I didn't give a shit. I was upset and he was the perfect punching bag to take it out on. He got on all fours and kept his head lowered.

"Look at me." I said then snickered at his pathetic look. "You really are spineless aren't you?"

"If I go against you, I'll suffer worse." he said in a whisper.

"You're learning." I said then sat myself on his back. "You'd make a great pet."

He kept silent. I glanced at him before I started to bounce. It intrigued me on how he tried his best not to make a sound. I stood up then squatted in front of him.

"You know, I never thought things would end up like this. Surprisingly, I'm glad they did. Taking my frustrations out on you feels pretty damn good." I said as I held his face. "You're going to be my punching bag forever."

"You don't mean that..." he mumbled then let out a yelp when I flicked his forehead.

"Shut up. No one cares about your opinion. I'm surprised anyone in this fucking school is still friends with you. God, just looking at you makes me want to vomit." I spat before releasing his face. "Your parents should've abandoned you."

"That's going too far!" he yelled back.

I shifted my gaze to him and he started to tremble terribly. It didn't take much to get him that way.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" I asked politely while gently holding his face.

"I didn't say anything..." he said then let out a short pained scream. "Please, stop..."

I hovered the pen close to his eye then waited. I was giving him a chance to come clean.

"Come clean and maybe you won't lose your eyesight." I threatened.

"I said that's going too far... I'm so sorry... Please..." he begged.

"Lie back." I commanded then nudged his leg. "Good. Now close your eyes."

He closed his eyes. He really was obedient. I looked him over then decided. I lifted my foot then stepped hard on his crotch. It was just as painful and less messy. Youngjo curled into himself while keeping quiet. It was surprising how quiet he's been. Was he practicing at home? I squatted down then stifled my laughter. Tears were streaming down his face.

"Painful enough? Better than having a pen stabbed into your eye?" I asked as I patted his arm.

He slowly nodded then let out a disgusting sniffle. I noticed I didn't feel as upset as I used to. Youngjo was useful in his own way.

"Thanks, Jo. Now I'm not in such a pissy mood." I said then prodded his thigh with the pen.

"Myeong..." he weakly called out. His pitch had risen as well. "Don't go..."

I looked at him in utter confusion. After everything I just did, he wanted me to stay? I was convinced he lost his mind. I slightly freaked out when he suddenly held my hand. I quickly pulled away.

"Rot here for all I care. Bye." I said then quickly left the room.

The familiar pink box appeared. I quickly pressed A as I didn't want to see it. I didn't need to know. It was obvious he lost happy points. The hand he touched started to tingle. I could also feel it in real life. I freaked out and dropped the controller.

"What's wrong Don?" I heard Dongju say from beside me.

I whipped my head in his direction then found myself hugging him tightly. Everything about this game was freaking me out. Where was the end? I wanted it all to be over. Dongju held me in his arms as I started to cry. I was starting to feel the immense pressure and responsibility from it all.