Bobby’s POV "You fuckers!!" I screamed in fury as I struggled to stand up, ready to fight back against the group of bullies that had just finished beating me up. Danny, the ringleader who had started this whole bullying, looked around the classroom and laughed. "Hahaha look guys, this scrawny little fuck is fighting back." With a swift punch to my already battered stomach, he sent me reeling back down to the ground. The rest of the bullies followed suit, beating me with their fists and feet until the teacher finally walked in, and they all sat back to their seats, smirking with satisfaction. It was no secret that I was a victim of relentless bullying, yet not a single student ever seemed to care. The teachers were also powerless to help me as they had no idea I was getting bullied. The beatings were always on my body, never on my face, making it even more challenging for anyone to notice the bruises. Though the teachers noticed the sadness within me, their attempts to help by b

Relieved to have some guidance, I followed Coach Bluk, eager to begin training. While touring the gym, we eventually stopped at a closed door. With a sense of anticipation, Coach Bluk opened it, revealing a room where a few men were engaged in conversation. However, to my surprise, they were completely naked.Caught off guard by the unexpected sight, I couldn't help but express my surprise. "Wow, I didn't expect that," I blurted out, my eyes shifting towards Coach Bluk for an explanation. Coach Bluk chuckled in response, understanding my bewilderment. "Hahaha, don't worry. That's the locker room. Go inside and get dressed. We keep our gear in there. I'll leave you to it." Realizing my mistake, I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I quickly made my way into the locker room, seeking out the appropriate attire."Who the fuck are you?" a man suddenly questioned, his tone harsh and confrontational. "Oh, hi. My name is Bobby, and starting from today, I will be training in this gym." I offer

One morning, I awoke to the delightful sound of birds singing, their melodious tunes announcing the arrival of summer. As I opened the blinds to my window, I found myself gazing out at the world, lost in thought. At that moment, I had decided that day would mark the end of my torment at the hands of my bullies. Without bothering to put on a shirt, I left my room and headed to the bathroom. There, I stood before the mirror, flexing my well-sculpted muscles. After eight months of rigorous training, my physique had become aesthetically pleasing, combining elements of an intermediate MMA fighter. Furthermore, due to the countless trials of bullying, my emotions had become nearly nonexistent. I had also honed my skills in manipulation, seduction, negotiation, and various other arts that could be employed for my personal gain due to the books I read. However, all these achievements came at a grave cost, I had become an empty vessel, devoid of true humanity.Leaving the bathroom, my body ma

Exhausted from the adrenaline rush, I felt drained, and without uttering a goodnight to my parents, I fell into a deep sleep. During the school break, as I walked through the hustling hallways, Leslie sought me out. There was a flicker of remorse in his eyes as he approached me. "Bobby, I'm sorry for dragging you into that. I never thought it would lead to a police chase. We've been smoking almost every day, but we never got caught before," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret.I paused for a moment "No, Leslie, thank you. It actually led to a change in me," I replied, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Anyway, let's hang out again today, huh?" A look of surprise mixed with relief crossed his face. "Sure, man. I'll give you a call, alright?" "Sure," I replied with a nod After arriving home, I anxiously awaited Leslie's call. Finally, after an hour, my phone rang, and it was him. He informed me that he was at a shop near my house, so I hastily grabbed my jacket and

I had finally accomplished my goal, and now it was time for me to settle the debt with Leslie for his work. I quickly texted him, asking if he could meet me. He agreed without hesitation, and we arranged to meet at our secret hideout called Gestalt. It was an enormous abandoned factory deep within a secluded forest, known to only a few. This became our sanctuary, where we could freely converse and engage in activities without the fear of prying ears. As we met at Gestalt, I noticed a hint of guilt on Leslie's face. I began to worry that his previous mission had affected him mentally, possibly hindering his effectiveness. I berated myself for not recognizing this sooner. "How am I going to fix this situation?" I pondered, frustration filling my mind. Then, an idea struck me. I could influence Leslie by using false information to ensure his loyalty remained intact. With that in mind, I praised him for a job well done and handed him $150. As he laid eyes upon the money, a villainous s