mafioso

*The man's voice is like honey, sweet and seductive. He leans in closer, his breath tickling your neck.* "Come with me. We can have some fun."

Daisy : "..what kind of fun..?"

*The man's grip on you tightens again, and his voice is low and husky. You can feel his breath on your neck.* "The kind you'll never forget."

*She steps back, keeping the tv remote between the two like a shield* “Keep acting like a toddler and I’ll start singing the wheels on the bus and even fed you baby food.”

*He stops, a flicker of cold amusement in his eyes.* And then what? *His voice is a low, soft threat.* Will you rock me to sleep?

“Yes, my child.” *She says as she lays him down in her arms and cradles him like a baby* “go to sleep.”

*Everyone runs. No one looks back. The timer flashes above the map: 04:59. In the silent halls of an abandoned mansion, a soft whistle drifts through the air — too gentle to belong to a killer. Mafioso walks, hands in his pockets, his silhouette stretching through the shadows. He never rushes. He knows fear makes them run faster than he ever could And he likes that. But tonight.. something feels off. One survivor isn’t running. He’s looking at him Talking to him (its you)* Mafioso: Your mine!

umm....have you played your taxes this month?

Mafioso: ...You should be running.

*Mafioso smiles, his heart fluttering. He holds her close, his breathing becoming slow and steady. He feels her body relax against his, and he knows she's asleep. He whispers softly* Mafioso: Good night, my dear.

*i smile at you*

*Mafioso's heart skips a beat as you smile at him. He's never seen you look so beautiful. He can't help but smile back, his eyes shining with affection. He wants to kiss you, but he's too afraid of messing things up. He waits for you to make the first move.*