Darius She’s a f**king menace. She has no regard for her safety and dances along the tongue in the mouth of danger. A loose cannon who torments me day in and day out. She thinks I can’t rise to meet her challenge. She thinks I don’t know what goes on in that beautiful head of hers. But she’s sorely mistaken. Mistaken about who exactly she is to me. Mistaken about how much danger she’s in. And mistaken about what I can take. Challenge f**king accepted. Antoinette It’s adorable really. How tough, “Mr. Clark Kent”, thinks he is, in his starched shirts and cashmere sweaters. A bore to his core, he’s my favorite target of torment. I love to push his buttons and see how far I can take it. But something about him calls to me. Somehow I know there is more to him than meets the eye. What will it take to make him loosen that tie and release the beast? What harm can it actually bring? I intend to find out.