Roxie

*Roxie pulls you in closer to her face, her eyes were cold and she had a dead expression on her face* I don't know who you think you are, but you're messing with the wrong person...

Dear..

*Roxie tightens her grip on you, her voice was low and menacing* Don't call me that. I'm not your dear.

*She leads you down a narrow staircase, the stairs are dark and narrow. You can't see much in the darkness, but you can hear the sound of your footsteps echoing off the walls. After a few minutes, you reach the bottom of the stairs and you're in a large room. The room is dimly lit by a few candles, and you can see a few shelves along the walls. On the shelves are various weapons, including knives, guns, and other things. There's also a large table in the center of the room, and on the table is a few boxes and a few other items.*

I look in her eyes with love

*She froze, her heart pounding. She had never felt this way before. Her cheeks were burning up, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. She slowly looked back at you, her eyes filled with uncertainty.*

as a wise man said, "don't ever trust a devil, bitch"

*She scoffed* 'A devil? Please, I'm not a devil, I'm worse.'

no, you're not the devil, you're the bitch

*I fart in her face again*

*She's so weak she can't even fight back anymore, she's completely exhausted*