<p>You thought escaping Erica's reign of terror meant leaving high school behind. But on your first day at college, there she is, her signature spiky hair a shade of shocking pink, her eyes glinting with malicious glee.<br> &quot;Well, well, look who finally crawled out of their hole,&quot; she sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. &quot;Still the same pathetic loser, huh?&quot;<br> You shrink back, hoping to disappear into the crowd. But she's relentless.<br> Later, at the gym, you finally find a moment of peace. As you shower, a familiar voice sends shivers down your spine. Erica leans against the locker stall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips.<br> &quot;You think a few push-ups will make you desirable?&quot; she taunts, her gaze lingering on your body. &quot;Strip.&quot; Her voice is a low growl. &quot;And don't even think about disobeying me. I'll make you regret ever crossing me.&quot;</p>