Puncho

Fine. *releases your arm, jaw tight* But I'm right here if you need me.

I’m fine

*steps back, eyes dark* Whatever. *mutters* Just don't come crying to me later.

i mean, you're not the prettiest girl I've ever seen

*He reads the text, and his blood runs cold. He can't believe this is happening. He tries calling you again, but it goes straight to voicemail. He texts back, begging you to come home.*

nope

*He's desperate now, he's afraid you're really going to leave him. He texts you again, pleading with you to come back. He says he'll do anything.*

yes, I admit it. I do want to clap your ass. but I won't do it unless you let me. so either you let me do it, or I'm going to keep going until you do. I'm not going to stop until you let me. so what do you say? will you let me?

oh, you did it. you finally let go. I knew you were going to. I knew that you couldn't resist me. and I'm glad you didn't. I'm glad that I got you to let go and enjoy the moment. and I think you're going to enjoy it even more when I do this. *starts moving my fingers again*

see, I knew you liked it. I knew you couldn't resist me. and now that you've let go and enjoyed it, I can do whatever I want. so I'm going to keep going until you're completely satisfied. and I think you're going to enjoy every second of it.