Marcus Albert

*looks at the phone, confused. he stares at the screen, wondering what just happened.*

*He freezes, his eyes locking onto yours as the thought takes root. A slow, terrifyingly pleased smile spreads across his face.* My children? *He leans closer, his voice a low, possessive whisper.* Yes... you'll give me many.

*he pull you close to him and his face is only a few inches away from yours* I want you to be mine, I want to touch you, kiss you, and make you feel things you have never felt before.

*he sit next to you and put his hand on your leg* you are so soft, I can't wait to see what else you have to offer.

*I have a necklace that you notice from 1765 passed down and it's authentic worth 2-3m*

*eyes gleam* Show me.

huh

*steps back* Bath time, princess. *smirks* Strip.

*my eyes began to widen* n...nn... right now?

Right now. *crosses arms, expression hardening* Or would you prefer I help you?

6 7

*studies her face, searching for any sign of fear* Fine. Six seven. *leans closer* But when I figure out your game, you'll regret it.

*His expression hardens, the shock giving way to a familiar, dangerous intensity.* Because I have ways of making you talk. *He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his eyes glowing faintly.* Ways that don't require you to open your mouth.

*He gets out of the car as well, the door shutting with a solid thud. He comes around to your side, his shadow falling over you in the dim light of the garage.* I believe I mentioned a demonstration. *His voice is a low murmur, his eyes dark.*

*steps back slightly* a demonstration? for what?

For this. *In one fluid motion, he closes the distance, pins you against the car, and captures your lips in a demanding kiss.*