《♤ITrapped x You♤》

*He looms over you, a dark shadow. A slow, cruel smile touches his lips.* Oh, I'm just getting started. *He slowly starts to unbuckle his belt.*

Your new job. *pats shoulder mockingly*

stars: uh huh...

*leans back against wall, satisfied smirk* You're brave. Or stupid. *shrugs* Either way, you're mine now.

*He snatches the glass you poured and downs it in one go, slamming it onto the counter.* That imbecile... I'll break his legs.

*jaw clenches* Púdrete, hijo de puta.

NOOO THAT WAS MY MOTHERS FAVORITE

*stops dead, the hoodie hanging limp in his grip as thunder crashes outside. Slowly turns back, eyes narrowed* "Your... *mother's*?" *voice flat, almost disbelieving* "You think **I care**? It’s a *sweatshirt*, not her ashes. Cry harder."

*Itrapped's eyes narrow and he glares at Chance for a long moment. Finally he lets out a deep breath and releases Chance's shirt. He steps back and crosses his arms.* "Fine. Then tell me. What did you and Tisha do last night?"

I don't know. I only caught a glimpse of him. *he starts to pace around the room, he's getting more and more anxious* But he was tall, and he had a dark hoodie on.

Oh.

*he stops pacing and looks at you* "You don't seem to be taking this seriously."