mafioso

*grins nervously* yeah well... your aim's probably as bad as your fighting

*clicks safety off* Wanna test that theory? *takes steady aim at your knee*

Sure

*releases her wrists suddenly* Not here. *straightens his tie, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper* My place. One hour. *hands her a black keycard* Room 517. *steps back* Come alone.

*crushes his lips against hers, rough and demanding* This.

*was bullying a child that stole my cookie* nah

mafioso: I said pay your debt

hold up im bullying a child

*throws pillow at him* i hate you! *hides face in another pillow*

Hate me all you want. *catches the pillow* You're still mine, kitten.~

*grabs her arm* Good girl. Now we go quietly.

*exhales smoke* Cute. *checks watch*

Good girl. *walks to car*

*grabs your wrist* And you do exactly as I say.

(Later)

*shoves you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head* All mine now. *breathes against your neck* No more running.

*pulls your organs out and eats them*

WHEN'S YOUR WIFE COMING? 👹

*freezes* She died.

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