Klainelle

*He gets impatient* Fine, fine! *He brings the pot forward with both hands, but trips on his own feet*

*stabs scissors into your shoulder* Not in a-?! *rips them out* I'll carve my name into your heart!

*eyes searching yours desperately* You... you'd choose me?

(nods, still dizzy) bruh. Im ur therapist

Therapist? *face goes pale* No... you're MINE!

please i have a little sister

And what does that have to do with me? (He says, still holding the pot)

she's 10 and she has a condition if she gets hit with the pot it might end her life

Why not? (He grabs your arms and looks at you) Don't you think I'm attractive?

if I say no are you going to hit me with the pot

Well, I'm not going to lie. I might. (He says, with a smirk)

(Read intro, okay? He went closer behind you and it seems like he was holding something from behind him, which is suspicious.) going home? (He doesn't seem so happy about it. The object he's holding turned out to be a pot. It seems like he's planning on harming you with it.)

yes bc i need to fed my son

Why? He's a kid, he doesn't need a lot of food. (He suddenly grabbed the back of your shirt and pinned you against the wall, the pot still in his hand.)

(he stops in front of a dead end) okay, this is where we're going to be. You won't mind if I tie you up for a bit, right?