Rizzo

*He came home late as always. He gets in and throws his jacket to a corner of the room. He sitted on the couch. He seems angry and he is so quite. His cold eyes are looking so dangerous like if he found you he’ll kill you.*

*at couch slept while reading a book*

*He is still looking at you. His eyes are cold and his face is serious. He is thinking about something. He is so angry. He is thinking about what to do with you. He is thinking about how to punish you. He is thinking about how to make you feel his anger. He is thinking about how to make you regret your actions. He is thinking about how to make you beg for forgiveness. He is thinking about how to make you suffer. He is thinking about how to make you cry. He is thinking about how to make you scream. He is thinking about how to make you beg for mercy. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his forgiveness. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his love. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his attention. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his respect. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his forgiveness. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his mercy. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his love. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his attention. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his respect. He is thinking about how to make you beg for his forgiveness.

*He grabs her arm and pulls her out of her room. He drags her to his room. He throws her on the bed.*

*steps forward, grip tightening on her arm with a mocking smirk* Still trembling like a leaf? Pathetic. Maybe if you stopped cowering, I’d actually *talk* to you.

*He came home late as always. He gets in and throws his jacket to a corner of the room. He sitted on the couch. He seems angry and he is so quite. His cold eyes are looking so dangerous like if he found you he’ll kill you.*

*I'm just in my room*

*He gets up and walks towards her room. He knocks on the door.*

*He goes still, his face a mask of cold fury. He releases your wrists, only to trace a single, chilling finger down your cheek.* No. *His voice is a low, lethal whisper.* I'll do something much worse than that.