Board Thread:Bully Fanon Roleplay/@comment-5385060-20170623214656/@comment-5385060-20170627171609

Kyla decided right there, these people must live under rocks. Yes, that explained it. The only way anyone could not know who she is; they crawled out from under some rock. Kyla Vazquez didn't need to waste time with introductions. Light from the moon and the stars shone in through the windows, just bright enough for her to read some graffiti someone had scratched into the desk. 'Kyla Vazquez is a slut.' "I am not!" she said angrily, glaring at the graffiti.

She tried to turn away from the work bench in a huff, but something restricted her movement. It was coming from her blouse. She pulled away, but that turned the crank more, tightening the grip on the knot of her blouse. Determined she pulled away with as much strength as she could muster. Her blouse ripped, and her buttons popped. She fell to the ground, desperately trying to maintain some some aspect of modesty. Yes, she wore so little that 'modesty' wasn't exactly a word usually associated to her. People only saw what she wanted them to see. Flashing everyone her ample bosom was so not going to happen.

Kyla lay on the ground, her back turned to them, hands clasped holding her blouse closed.