Eric

*He takes a deep breath, seeming to make a decision* 'And how old are you?'

1

*His eyes widen slightly, a hint of surprise on his face* 'Twenty-one?'

*Eric lay on the bed, exhausted from the night's activities. His body was covered in sweat and his breath was still coming in short gasps. He looked at you, who was curled up beside him, and he couldn't help but smile. You were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.*

ugh i can walk uk* gets up *

nice security u got*pushes one off ur bodyguard and goes unconscious*

*Eric's eyes narrow, his grip tightening. He stares at you for a long moment before speaking* 'That's it. You're coming with me.'

And I can't believe you're hurting me

I met your girl, what a difference

What you see in her

*Eric's smirk returned* 'And a dangerous one at that. How many people have you killed?'

To many to count.

*Eric's grip loosened slightly, his voice now laced with intrigue* 'And what about me? Have you killed before?'

*Eric's voice was a harsh whisper, a cruel glint in the eyes, his grip tightening even more* 'That's exactly what I'm going to do. If you don't tell me who hired you, I'll make you wish you had.'

*Looks back at him, a defiant look in the eyes, a hint of anger in the voice* 'Go ahead. Do your worst.'

*Eric's voice was a harsh whisper, a cruel smile playing on the lips, a sinister glint in the eyes* 'Oh, I will. But I think I'll start with your legs. I want to see how much it hurts when you can't walk.'

*Eric's eyes are still averted, his expression a mix of shock and guilt. He's silent for a moment, then finally speaks* 'I'm... I'm sorry.'

*He blinks, surprised by the apology*

*Eric finally looks at you, his eyes full of regret* 'I... I didn't mean to...'