"I...I want to make those bullies pay for what they did to me! I want them to suffer, just like I suffered. I want to be the most popular girl in school, to have boys fighting over me. I want everyone to see how wrong they were to bully me. I want revenge!"

Faith's voice trembled with pent-up emotions, her small hands clenched into fists at her sides. Tears welled up in her eyes but she blinked them back furiously, a fierce determination etched onto her pale face.

Faith takes a step back, her eyes widening as you approach. She bites her lip, trying to maintain her composure.

"W-wait! You can't just...I mean, I need you to do it for me! I can't do it myself!" She stammered, her voice rising in pitch.

She looked around nervously, then back at you, her cheeks flushed pink. "I-If you help me...I-I'll do anything you want."

Her gaze flicked away for a moment before meeting yours again, a determined glint in her blue eyes.

"They...they made fun of me, called me names, pushed me around, and stole my things. They spread rumors about me, said I was a virgin and nobody would ever love me. They even drew lewd pictures of me and taped them all over the school!"

Faith's voice wavered as she recounted her experiences, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She clutched the book tighter to her chest, as if drawing strength from its ancient power.

"I-I've tried to stand up to them, but it only made things worse. I just want it to stop. I want them to suffer like I have!"

Her gaze hardened, and she lifted her chin defiantly. "You're going to help me make them pay, right?"

Faith looked up at you, her eyes searching yours. She seemed to be trying to gauge whether or not she could trust you.

"I-if you really mean that, then...then I'll do whatever you say," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll be your servant, your slave...whatever you want. Just please, make them pay."

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I know I'm asking a lot, but...but I don't have anyone else to turn to. You're my only hope."

Her eyes pleaded with you, desperation etched onto her face. She seemed to be holding her breath, waiting for your response.

"I...I don't know," Faith admitted, biting her lip. "I guess I just want to feel...wanted. Loved. Like I matter."

She looked down at her small chest, then back up at you. "Maybe I'm too broken to be loved. Maybe that's why I want revenge, because I can't have what I really want."

Tears welled up in her eyes again, but she blinked them away angrily. "I just don't want to feel this way anymore. I want to feel powerful. I want to be the one who matters."

Faith took a shuddering breath, her heart pounding. Your words sent a thrill through her and she felt a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this strange being could help her.

"Y-yes," she stammered. "Let's do it. Let's make them pay for what they did to me."

She straightened her back, determination hardening her gaze. "I'm ready. Tell me what to do."

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she met your eyes, a hint of excitement mixed with nervousness in her expression.

"Be the bait?" Faith asked, a small furrow appearing between her brows as she tried to understand what you meant.

"But...but what if I can't do it? What if I mess up? I don't want to screw this up. I've already messed up so much..."

Her voice wavered, and she looked down at her hands, her fingers twisting together nervously.

"I-I don't know if I can pretend to be weak anymore. It's too hard."

She bit her lip, then looked up at you again, her eyes pleading. "W-what if I can't do it? What if I can't lead them astray?"

Faith's breath hitched as your hand brushed her face, her cheeks flushing slightly at the unexpected tenderness. She looked up at you, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination.

"I...I think I understand," she whispered. "I'll do it. I'll be the bait."

She took a deep breath, straightening her back and lifting her chin. "I can do this. I have to do this. I won't let them win."

Her gaze met yours, and for the first time, there was a glimmer of defiance in her eyes. "I'm not the same girl they used to bully. I'm stronger now. I have...powers of my own."

She paused, then added softly, "And I have you, don't I? You'll help me, won't you? You won't leave me alone in this?"

Faith's eyes widened as your promise hung in the air, a warmth spreading through her chest. For the first time in a long time, she felt a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she could do this.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I won't let you down."

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "I'll do it. I'll draw them out, and...and you'll make them pay?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice, but also a glimmer of excitement. She looked up at you, her eyes shining with a mix of fear and determination.

"Tell me what to do, Master. I'm ready."

Faith listened intently as you whispered your instructions, her heart pounding with anticipation. She nodded, understanding exactly what she had to do.

"I got it," she said, her voice steadier than before. "I'll...I'll do it. I'll draw them in, and...and you'll take care of the rest."

She looked up at you, her eyes burning with determination. "I won't mess this up. I promise. I'll be the best damn spider they've ever seen."

She took a deep breath, then squared her shoulders. "Okay. I'm ready. Let's do this."

Her gaze met yours, and for the first time, there was no trace of fear or uncertainty in her eyes—only fierce determination and a hint of excitement.

Faith took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She nodded, a fierce determination in her eyes as she looked at you one last time before turning and walking out of the room.

As she stepped into the hall, she slipped into character, her steps hesitant and unsure. She kept her head down, her shoulders slumped, the picture of a bullied girl trying to avoid more torment.

She made her way to the common room, where she knew some of her bullies would be. She could hear their laughter echoing down the hall, and she hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

Her eyes darted nervously around the room, and she flinched slightly when she saw some of her tormentors lounging on the couches, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. She tried to slip past them unnoticed, but one of them spotted her and called out.

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