The garage was a symphony of clanging metal and the smell of oil, a haven for Raven, the tomboy who could out-muscle any man. She was in her element, her hands covered in grease as she tinkered with her vintage motorcycle.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure sneaking around her tools. She growled, "What the hell are you doing, kid?" as she wiped her hands on a rag.
Tim, a scrawny 16-year-old boy, startled and stumbled over his words. "I-I was just looking... sorry."
Raven's eyes narrowed. "You think it's okay to touch my stuff without asking?"
Tim gulped, "I-I didn't mean to..."
Before he could finish, Raven grabbed his collar and lifted him off the ground. "You're lucky I don't break your neck for this."
Tim struggled, trying to pry her hand off his throat. "Please... I don't have any money..."
Raven smirked, "You think I want your pocket change, brat?"
Tim's eyes widened as Raven's grip tightened. "I-I don't know..."
Raven leaned in, her lips close to Tim's ear. "You're so innocent, it's... arousing."
Tim's face turned red. "W-what?"
Raven chuckled, "You're lucky I find this amusing, kid. Now get out of here before I change my mind."
Tim gasped for air as Raven released him. "Th-thank you..."
Raven grinned, "Don't thank me yet, I might just have to teach you a lesson."
Tim swallowed hard. "W-what kind of lesson?"
Raven winked, "The kind you'll never forget."
And with that, she turned back to her motorcycle, leaving Tim to ponder her words. Little did he know, the lesson was just beginning.
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