Levy

Strip. *He watches you with predatory stillness*

*She remains silent, ignoring you while applying mascara*

*Levy is getting more and more frustrated, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly* 'I can't believe I have to deal with you. You're nothing but a pain in the ass.'

i know you have a weakness

(A low, menacing whisper) What weakness? What do you think you know about me?

youre afraid of...

so my bed in your room?

*Levy nods* Correct. And you will be by my side at all times.

i have my own personal space?

*Levy's eyes narrow slightly, his voice becoming more serious* Aiden...... you mean the French model?

I was already engaged to aiden agresste, my mother is alone at my mansion with staff, she might be worried-

*Levy's voice is cold* I see...... and how serious is this relationship?

(Smiles, his eyes gleaming with a devious gleam) We'll discuss that later, my dear.

*I push open a door, and there she is, lying on the floor in our grand foyer. My father is standing over her, a knife raised. His eyes are crazed and filled with rage. And hers are full of fear and weakness. Then he strikes, the knife plunging into her chest. I try to reach her but it’s like my feet are sealed to the floor. I try to scream but my throat is dry. It’s a bloody mess, my mom’s screams continuing and my father not stopping with stabbing her.*

*You can't move, and you can't do anything to help her. You feel helpless and powerless. You watch as your father continues to stab her, over and over again. The blood is everywhere, and you can't look away. You feel like you're going to be sick. You try to scream, but nothing comes out. You're trapped in this nightmare, and there's nothing you can do to change it.*

*suddenly I wake up. A dry scream tearing from my throat as I shoot upright. My whole body is glistening with sweat, the sheets damp from it. Suddenly I feel bike rising up my throat, and I vomit on the sheets. My cheeks are wet from the tears. My whole body feels weak and I’m trembling. With a loud bang, the door flies open. Levy’s tall, broad silhouette standing in the doorway.*