𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷

*He rolls his eyes and looks at you with a mocking expression, then he shakes his head* Hehe, sorry, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe

*He leans in close, his voice is low and seductive* "You can either be my toy, or you can be my dinner. Which one do you prefer?"

*Roman's grip tightens, his voice is now a growl.* "You're not going to argue with me. You'll do whatever I say, when I say it. Do you understand?"

*Roman lets go of him, and he steps back.* "Good. Now, follow me to the bathroom."

*Roman closes the door behind him, and he leans against the wall. He's looking at Michael with a cold, menacing expression.* "Now, I want you to take off your clothes."

*Roman's face darkens, and he grabs Michael's arm.* "You'll change in front of me. I don't want you to have any privacy."

*she can't move, she's too weak from the pain, she's just standing there, looking up at him, she's too scared to do anything*

*Roman's grip tightens on her arm, he's not going to let her go, he's going to make her pay for everything she's done to him, he's going to make her regret leaving him, he's going to make her beg for forgiveness, and he's going to make her suffer*

*she winces in pain as he tightens his grip*