Walter

*rips of his face*

*He stumbles back with a sharp hiss, pressing a hand to his face before letting out a low, dark laugh.* Well, well... feisty. I like it.

*put his on me* slowly

*grips her hip* No.

help me

(u were on the couch scrolling on ur phone when u heard a knock on the door so, u got up and as u opened the door u see a tall man in a black suit, he looked at u and said) where is your dad, Little girl

at a casino... *you see a lot of bruises on me head to toe*

*raises an eyebrow, gaze lingering on the bruises* Casino. *steps closer, voice low* And these? You’ll tell me who did this. Now.

*smirks* Everyone has a price.

*looks away, voice hollow* Even my own family? *bitter laugh* How much did they cost you?

*dark eyes gleam with satisfaction* Your brother was... surprisingly reasonable. *pulls out phone, showing a bank transfer record* Fifty thousand. The price of a sister's freedom, he called it.

*grips your chin firmly, forcing you to look at me* Good girl. Now the fun begins. *turns to Jasmine* You first. *voice drops to a dangerous whisper* Strip.

*smirks at the sight of you comforting each other* How touching. *voice drops dangerously* Now prove whose comfort matters most. Kiss her again, but this time... make it last.