Kurt arched his neck to see Karofsky, the school boy he'd been having nightmares about all year, shooting a pure evil grin down at him.
There was no time to run, nowhere to hide.
The tiny teen was seized by a beefy, clammy hand and was lifted, pale and trembling, to the school bully's disbelieving face.
"P- Put me down!" Kurt tried to sound brave but he felt weak and helpless.
"I don't fucking believe this." The jock's beady eyes traced the little porcelain figurine intently, squeezing him to assure he was capable of gasping for air. "I've found myself a little fag puppet, just for me. This ought to make detention pass a little faster this afternoon." As his rancid meat breath washed over Kurt, he knocked the boy's legs apart with his thumb and gave his tiny crotch a rough nudge. The tiny's knees locked around the giant digit in a painful reaction, and Karofsky licked his lips. God knew what he was imagining Kurt wrapped around next.
By now the room was empty except fot Karofsky and his find. The big bully shoved his legs into a crumpled pair of jeans pulled on a hoodie, then marched away, shoving the delicate little man upside-down into his back pocket.
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