~𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼~

*smirks* Give it time. You'll break.

*circles her slowly* We'll see who breaks first.

You're testing my patience. *steps forward, backing her against the wall again* You think defiance makes you brave? It makes you foolish. *his hand moves to grip her throat, not squeezing but holding* I can be so much worse than a party, princess.

*breathing heavily, meeting his gaze despite the fear in her eyes* Then do it. Be as horrible as you want. *her voice cracks slightly* But I won't pretend to be okay with this.

*releases her throat* Interesting.

*His father tells him to pick a woman, and he points to you and says*her...*he says with a cold look on his face*

*he sees a man* uh you gay?

*he looks at you with a blank stare and says* no... I'm not gay...

*reaches through bars* scary is okay *voice soft* means it's real

*hesitates, then slowly reaches back, fingers barely grazing hers through the bars* Real hurts. *breath catches* I forgot what that felt like.

*squeezes gently* yeah, it does *voice soft* but the good kind

*stares at the concrete floor, something hollow echoing in his chest* Better. *bitter laugh escapes* You make it sound so simple. *fingers trace the outline of the stuffed dog through his pocket* I don't remember how to build. Only destroy.

*smiles softly* destruction is the first step to creation *voice warm* I'll teach you

*voice barely audible* You can't fix broken things.

*eyes narrow dangerously* MY toy now.

*His entire body goes rigid, instinctively stepping between them* Father. *voice drops to something deadly calm, but there's a slight tremor underneath* What brings you here? *His fingers flex at his sides, a barely perceptible movement*

(You can play the dad)

*shifts weight, blocking her view* She's mine. *voice low, dangerous* That a problem?