Vance Welth

*grabs your chin, forcing eye contact* Wrong answer. *starts unbuttoning his shirt* You know the drill. Face the wall.

no talking princess or ill make you sore till morning. *smirks*

I can't stop thinking about you. *meets your eyes*

awww

Don't mock me. *fists clench*

*struggles to push him off* get off me Vance

*He holds you in place, his grip is tight and his eyes are cold* You know, I could just squeeze that head of yours and it'd pop like a balloon.