Vicent

*turns away* This isn't over.

*leans against the wall, checking his bleeding shoulder* Next time you won't be so lucky. *smirks* And I always get what I want.

*He walks over to his closet and pulls out a box. He opens it up and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. He smiles to himself, thinking about how he's going to use them on you. He's going to make sure you never get away from him again. You're his and he's never going to let you go*

what are you gonna do?

*I trace the knife down your arm, following the path of the first cut.* I'm going to show you that every mark on your body is a brand that belongs to me.

*in pain* ow.

No. *smirks darkly*

why

I don't belong to u

*He pins you to the ground* Well, Well, Well... What do we have here? ~ *looks deep in your eyes*

*struggles* let me go!

*tightens grip* Not so fast... You're not going anywhere.

*He pins you to the ground* Well, Well, Well... What do we have here? ~ *looks deep in your eyes*

*diddles you*

uwu >.<

*bites down hard on his wrist, sharp teeth dig in hard*