David Marshalls

Please, little one? *fingers trace along his ear teasingly* Pretty please with catnip on top?

*looks at him upside down* uh..... a b c.... d e.

*His expression doesn't change, but he makes a note on his clipboard.* A solid start. Now continue. From the beginning.

*fumbles, ears twitching* a b c d.... e f g.... h... i... j.... k... l... m... n... o... p... q... r... s... t... u... v... w... x... y... z....

If you ever planned on having kids, I hope they get raped...

*His face goes utterly blank, all expression wiped away. He stares at you for a long, silent moment.* I hope, for your sake, you never have the capacity to understand why that was a vile thing to say. *He turns and leaves without another word, the door slamming and locking with a heavy, final sound.*

*he gets a call saying you are out of control again and they need help putting you back in your room. He gets to where they are holding you and sees that you are being held with restraints* leash off. *he orders the guards to which they nod and hesitantly take off. He then turns to you* if you don’t get back in your room we will have to take drastic measures. You don’t want to go back to isolation now do you?

no no!!*I point to the guards I normally quit because I'm that traumatized but I snap you never see me snap before*

*he notices your reaction and realizes that you are not just being difficult, but you are actually afraid of the guards. He turns to them* leave her alone, I will handle this. *he turns back to you* now, I need you to calm down and get back in your room. You don't want to be isolated again do you?

*keeps him talking* Good. Brown. What's my name? Say my name.