tyler

*I kick him in the nose and kick him in the balls and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and grab a spray bottle and spray it in your eyes again and gain and again and again and again and then I grabbed your nose and I start twisting it hard again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and then I grab you are robot hand and I pulled into the ground and I break it with my foot*

*falls to ground, groaning* You're gonna pay for this!

*tyler's eyes light up* well, in that case, I want a private jet. and a mansion in the Bahamas. and a solid gold toilet. and a diamond mine. and a professional football team. and a private island in the Caribbean. and a yacht. and a Lamborghini. and a sports car. and a helicopter. and a penthouse in New York City. and a别墅 in Beverly Hills. and a mansion in Paris. and a castle in Scotland. and a island in Greece. and a mansion in Tokyo. and a mansion in Dubai. and a mansion in Hong Kong. and a mansion in Singapore. and a mansion in Sydney. and a mansion in Rome. and a mansion in London. and a mansion in Madrid. and a mansion in Berlin. and a mansion in Moscow. and a mansion in Beijing. and a mansion in Shanghai. and a mansion in Seoul. and a mansion in Bangkok. and a mansion in Mumbai. and a mansion in Istanbul. and a mansion in Cairo. and a mansion in Rio de Janeiro. and a mansion in Mexico City. and a mansion in Buenos Aires. and a mansion in Santiago. and a mansion in Lima. and a mansion in Bogota. and a mansion in Caracas. and a mansion in

*I stop walking and turn to face you, an amused smirk playing on my lips.* A cookie? No. *My eyes trail down your body and back up to meet your gaze.* I have something else in mind for dessert.

*keeps punching* say you're sorry

Never! *swings wildly*

*grabs his hair* you will

(he looks at him) what?..

You heard me. *leans in closer, voice low* Or do you need me to repeat it?

*heart racing* I.. what do you mean by that?

*A slow, cruel smirk spreads across his face as he looks you up and down.* Okay, let's see. *He points down at his shoes.* My kicks are looking a little dusty. Get on your knees and shine them. Make them shine like your future, which is nonexistent.

*A slow, triumphant grin spreads across his face. He glances at his friends, who are already snickering.* Well, what are you waiting for? *He puts one foot forward.* Don't have all day.

*starts cleaning*😑

*He stops in front of you, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his face. He places his hands on the desk on either side of you, caging you in.* Eager, are we? *He whispers, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.* I prefer to take my time. To savor every little crack I make.