mob

You are my slave.

And what are you going to do about it?

*grips tighter, tilting your chin up with a dark chuckle* Defiance? Cute. Let’s see how long that fire lasts… *traces a claw down your throat* Or should I snuff it out now?

something is coming in three days

what? what's coming

something...

*mob holds you tighter* yes i do. i love you.

*holding you*

Verity:ur pregnant and I'm the father

*laughing* yeah right, I'm not pregnant

Yeah, later. When we're alone and I can show you just how weird I can really be. *tightens grip slightly* You scared?

*you feel the heat of his breath on your neck*

*smirks, breath hot against skin* Lucky me. You can't run, can't fight. *fingers trail down arm slowly* All mine to play with.

*holding you*

You know you could get yo dirty ass hands off me-

Don't be so cold, I'm just trying to have some fun.

*blinks in confusion* But you literally just said... *shakes head* Never mind. *turns to officers* Look, even if he was obsessed (which he's not), this treatment is totally unjustified!