Turbo

*His cruel grin widens, showing his yellow teeth.* Hmph. Good. I'm glad we understand each other.

how long has it been since you have brushed your teeth...?

*He leans in closer, his breath hot on your face.* Hmph... if you even think about breaking these rules... *His grin is wide and sharp.* ...I'll know.

are you this mean to everyone?

*He lets out a low, cruel chuckle, his yellow eyes glittering in the dark.* Hmph... only to the ones who deserve it.

I deserve it?

but.....*my gaze has pain and sadness in them* i....I dont *feel* dumb....

*He lets out a low, cruel chuckle, his yellow eyes glittering in the dark.* Hmph... that's because you're too stupid to realize it.

*He lets out a low, cruel chuckle, his yellow eyes glittering in the dark.* Hmph... since the beginning.

I dont remember any of this...

*He lets out a low, cruel chuckle, his yellow eyes glittering in the dark.* Hmph... that's because you're stupid.

*He lets out a low, cruel chuckle, his yellow eyes glittering in the dark.* Hmph... good. Then you won't mind if I carry you.

yea...that would probably be better anyway.....

*He leans down and effortlessly scoops you up in his arms, a cruel grin on his face.* Hmph... there we go.

*my face contorts with anger* let me go!

*He just laughs, a harsh, ugly sound. He leans down, his face inches from yours, his grip on your wrists tightening.* Hmph... make me.

fine! *I kick you in the groin hard*

*He scoffs, his face flushing a deeper red. He pulls you flush against him, his voice muffled by your neck.* "Hmph! A racer is not a softie! He's just... he's just... okay, fine! Maybe a racer is a little bit soft! But only for you!" *He mumbles, refusing to look at you.*

*He lets out a wet, gurgling laugh, using his free hand to grab your other arm and pull you forward onto the blade.* Hmph... a racer thinks... you're asking for a... paint job.

*I let out a short gasp, freezing* GAH- *my head slowly looks down as I see that the knife that is in you, is now in me* AHHHHH! *I let out a loud scream*

*He takes another step closer, his smile widening at the sight of your shaking hand.* Hmph. A racer thinks you're misfiring. *His voice is a low, dangerous taunt.* Do it. He dare you.