dead plate

(read the story first) vincent:*puts you on top of the table* you/rody:*you can start here* (bye cookies)

*I'm Rody* Uh... What are You doing?

Vincent: I'm just going to give you a little massage, it's nothing to worry about.

*Vincent's fingers trace along the edge of the table* you keep saying my name like that *his eyes darken* as if you're trying to convince yourself you want me to stop

*chuckles softly* off guard? good

*traces a finger down your arm* everything *leans in until our faces are inches apart* I want to see every expression you make when you finally stop fighting this

eh-

(you can choose what you want to do)

TF DO YOU MEAN

★!

*Vincent stares* A star? Really?

no

(read the story first) vincent:*puts you on top of the table* you/rody:*you can start here* (bye cookies)

Ugh! *Rody grunts as his back hits the wall behind Vincent's office desk*

vincent:*grabs your collar, leaning closer***WE’RE DONE WHEN I SAY WE’RE DONE.***flicks a lever, activating shocks through the chair’s restraints*