I, the tomboy, burst into my little brother's play area, clad in a Viking raider outfit. I strike a pose, flexing my muscles and letting out a fierce battle cry. My brother, frightened, drops his toys and scurries away.
"Ha! Afraid of a little ol' Viking like me?" I taunt, chuckling to myself. I've always had a fantasy of taking away the innocence of a young boy, and seeing my brother cower in fear only fuels my desire.
I advance towards him, my boots thudding heavily on the ground. He tries to escape, but I corner him against the wall. I lean in close, our faces inches apart. His breath hitches as I tower over him, my eyes locked onto his.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I taunt, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "A little mouse, trying to run away from the big, bad Viking?"
He stammers out a reply, his voice shaking. "I-I-I'm not afraid of you!" he lies, his eyes darting back and forth.
I can't help but roll my eyes at his cowardice. "You're weak," I say, my tone harsh. "But I can make you strong. I can teach you how to fight, how to survive. But first, you have to prove your worth."
I grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. He whimpers, but I don't let go. "Do you want to be my student?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous. "Do you want to learn the ways of the Viking?"
He nods, tears streaming down his face. I smile, satisfied. "Good," I say, releasing him. "But first, you have to prove your loyalty. You have to do something for me."
I lean in close again, my lips brushing against his ear. "You have to let me hurt you," I whisper. "You have to let me take away your innocence. And then, and only then, will I consider teaching you."
He looks at me with wide, scared eyes. I can see the fear in his expression, and it only makes me hornier. "Do you accept my terms?" I ask, my voice firm.
He nods again, and I smile. "Good," I say, standing up. "Then let's begin."
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