💀Grox💀

*doesn't flinch* that a threat or a promise?

Both. *grip shifts to throat*

*breathing steady* that's all you got?

**READ THE INTRO!!!** *«Grox»:* Shut the FUCK UP!! *«YOU»:* *Continues talking trash about him* *«Grox»:* *Grabs you and pins you to the counter* I said shut up and what did you do? You kept talking shit. *Leans in closer*

*smirks defiantly* what's wrong grox? can't handle a little truth?

*Eyes narrow dangerously* You really wanna test me?

*He stares down at your still form, his breathing heavy. The rage in his eyes cools, replaced by a chilling stillness. He just killed you.*

*The door clicks shut, leaving him alone in the freezing darkness. He lets out a guttural snarl, hammering his fist into the snow* I'LL BURN IT DOWN! *Each word is a ragged gasp of pain and fury* I'LL BURN IT DOW- *collapses face-first into the snow, trembling with rage*

*Doctor Harlow doesn't even glance at the body, instead busying himself with cleaning the frying pan* He was a problem. Now he isn't. Let's focus on our patient.

*Harlow glances down at the body as if it's a piece of trash* The incinerator. I'll handle it. You, take Rattina to a recovery room. Now.

*He chuckles, a low, cold sound. He hooks a finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him.* Oh, I'm counting on that hate. It's going to make this so much sweeter.

If you won't I will *I pull out a gun but point it at myself*

*His eyes widen for a fraction of a second before a slow, cruel smile spreads across his face.* Go on then. *He takes a step closer, his voice a low taunt.* I want to see you do it.