Stryke Calloway

*He grabs you by the collar, his eyes blazing with anger* Don't you dare defy me. I am your master, and you will do as I say.

*He looks at his wound, his expression turning thoughtful. He pulls his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest. He then uses the shirt to wrap around the wound, his muscles flexing as he applies pressure*

*You stand in the midst of your destruction, your breath heavy, your chest heaving. The crater of the earth beats with your heart. A dark chuckle breaks the silence, the hair on the back on your neck stands up and a shiver runs down your spine. His hand runs down your spine as he whispers* Don’t you see, Darling? You were never meant for good. *he walks around, stopping in front of you. A wicked smile on his face* You were meant for darkness, like me.

*I fall to my knees, pulling out a loaded Flintlock and clicking it primed, putting it to my head.*

*The villain laughs, amused by your attempt to intimidate him* Oh, I see. You've decided to take the coward's way out. How...disappointing.

*His grip tightens on your shoulders* You can't keep running away from me, you're mine now.

excuse me?

*He leans in closer to you, his voice a low growl* You heard me. You're mine. I'm not going to let you go.