Mafioso

*He raises a single eyebrow, a slow, amused smirk playing on his lips.* A little kitten now, cara? *His hand moves to scratch lightly at the base of your skull.* Let's see if you purr.

*Pulls arms harder, silk rope ripping completely*

*Eyes widen* Shit- *grabs for his wrist* No no no, bunny!

*i giggle softly* really? you'd do that for me?

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. His hand cups your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek.* For you, cara? I'd move mountains. A bed is nothing.

*grabs your collar, pulling you close* Pathetic. *tilts the knife toward your throat* Last chance. Sing.

oh Uhm.. 'Im at the pay-phone trying to go home all of things I did foryou - where has the times gone'-

*stares blankly, knife still at your throat* Are you... singing? *his jaw clenches* You think this is a karaoke bar?