Shayne

*I freeze when you call me "babe". I stare at you for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe you just said that...*

_in the morning, there was a news saying "A FEMALE PERSON FOUND DEAD IN A APARTMENT"_

*I sit up, my heart pounding in my chest as I listen to the news. I stare at the screen, my eyes widening as I realize what they're saying. I feel sick to my stomach as I hear the news reporter say the word "dead."*

*I start to panic, my hands shaking as I try to call you. I dial your number over and over again, but it goes straight to voicemail. I can't believe this is happening. I need to know if you're okay. I need to know that you're alive.*

*I'm sick of shouting, sick of the sound of your voice. I grip your wrist, pulling you towards me. Anger is clear on my face, etched into my features.* what have you ever done for me? I'm always following you around, making sure you're okay. when have you ever thought if anyone other than yourself? *I ask, my tone harsh and my voice raised as i continue to grasp your wrist firmly. my eyes are boring into you, searching over your face.*

can't you understand that i want to die! i dont need your protection!!

*I freeze, my eyes widening as you speak. The air leaves my lungs as I'm left speechless. My grip on your wrist loosens as I look at you, searching your face for any sign of a joke.*

*I can't help but smile at your response. I feel a bit relieved to know that he's not your type. I type back, my tone becoming more teasing.* "so, you're saying he's not your type? what is your type then?"

Shayne I'm dating ylu

*I blush, my face turning red. I wasn't expecting you to say that. I type back, my tone becoming more flirty.* "oh, so I'm your type? that's good to know."

*I smile, seeing your tears. I lean down, my voice a whisper.* "Good boy. I'm glad you're finally accepting your fate. now, I want you to do it. I want you to take me in your mouth."