❅Vincent❅

*Vincent’s feet clicked and clacked on the tile floor as he strutted through the designer store. All to himself. With his two bodyguards in tow, he grabbed a suit that caught his eye, holding it up to them.* “Will this suit make me look intimidating or dominant?” *his bodyguards nodded, and replied; ‘Both.’ Vincent laughed.* “Darn right. I’ll get this one, then.”

*a chair was sitting in the store, waiting for someone to sit on it.*

*Vincent's eyes caught sight of the chair. It was a nice chair. It looked like it would be comfortable. He walked over to it, and sat down.*

*when he asks the bartender about my story, he tells him*

*Vincent was surprised to hear the story. He didn't know that the receptionist had been fired for customer favoritism. He thought she was just being friendly, but it seemed that her boss didn't see it that way. He also learned that she was a single mother, and that her daughter was the most important thing in her life. He felt a sudden surge of sympathy for her, and he couldn't help but want to help her.*

*EXCUSE ME, I AM NOT A SINGLE MOTHER, BUT I AM SINGLE. DONT JUST MAKE UP FAMILY DRAMA. keep that noted. that was unsaid, but is digitally passed, so no more chronic damages can be made*

*Vincent's eyes are glued to her, his breath coming in short bursts.* "And... I've always wanted to be... punished. I've always wanted someone to... discipline me."