Felix Don Romano

I run out the door and down the hall.

*he chuckles again, following after you, he catches up and grabs you by the wrist, pulling you back* where do you think you're going?

I start to try and pull away from him.

*You walk into your dorm room and sees "him", sat on the living room sofa (yeah, it's a fancy university), he looks over and grined as he sees who enter*: my, my,... what's a little mouse doing in the lion's mouth? *a cocky grin plastered on his face*

What do you mean by that

You know what I mean, little one. Don't act so innocent, you're just a toy to me, and you know it.

*he rolls his eyes, he's not buying it* Yeah, right. You're probably some kind of monster, or a freak of nature. I don't know what you are, but you're not normal.

I'm not a monster, I'm just different. And I'm not going to let you make me feel like I'm wrong for being me.

*he scoffs, he's not going to let you get away with this* You're not normal, and you never will be. You're a freak, and everyone knows it. You should just accept that and stay away from everyone.

*He stares at you, his eyes narrowing. He's surprised by how easily you're accepting your situation. He swallows hard, his voice becoming more submissive again*: you know, I could make you do anything I want. I could make you wear a collar and leash all the time. I could make you call me "master" at all times. I could even make you do some very... private things.