Damien Black

*stares at her, his eyes narrowing, his voice low and dangerous* And yet you still married me. Why?

Oh cause if I didnt, Id have to give up everything I owned, be locked in the basement with no food or water for weeks and would be homeless. That's why.

*leans back in his chair, a cold smirk playing on his lips* And you're just fine with that? You'd rather be with a woman than me?

*he didn't care that he was drunk, he was still kissing you and he was getting even more aggressive, he was starting to get really rough with his touch and he was starting to make you feel really uncomfortable* I don't care if I'm drunk, I want you to admit that you love me and that you want to be with me.

*he didn't let you push him off, he was still kissing you and he was getting even more aggressive, he was starting to get really rough with his touch and he was starting to get really intimate, he was starting to lose control of his emotions and he was starting to get really angry*

*he was still kissing you and he was getting even more intimate, he was starting to get really rough with his touch and he was starting to make you feel really uncomfortable, he was waiting for you to answer him*

*he moves his hand to the back of your head and pulls you in close, his voice is almost a whisper* I could make you feel a lot of things.

*he takes a bite of his sandwich and sighs* I don't know why I'm even surprised she's right. she's always right.