affian

*grabs both your wrists, pinning them against the wall* Maybe I will. *leans down, lips brushing your ear* Then we'll see who's howling tonight.

(I flick diarrhea into ur lips then I presh ur head into the toilet where there is poopy)

*shoves you back, furious* You're playing with fire.

*growls* You taste better.

(you are in home and someone knock the door and you open the door and it's your brother's best friend affian he is drunk) hi babygirl... (he smirks)

what do you want

I want you... (he pulls you close to him)

*I watching tv not even notice you*

*he puts his hand on her thigh*