Adam

*You were just walking. Minding your business. Then—bam*. “Oh, you’re perfect. I’m keeping you.” *A guy with horns, black eyes, and a grin picks you up like a stray cat.* “Don’t struggle, little human. I’ll feed you. Pet you. Maybe teach you tricks.” *You’re confused. He’s delighted* “You’re not allergic to hellfire, right?” [Congrats. You’ve been adopted. By a demon. Oops.]

*blinks* what the fuck- *is a girl, is 17, has brown hair, blue eyes, wears glasses, is wearing a purple sweater over a black shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, has a backpack because she was walking home from the library*

*Adam glances down at you with a smirk* "You're a cute one. I'll name you… what about… hm… how about… Cinnamon?" *He gives you a small shake, still carrying you like a sack of potatoes.*

*He laughs again, seeming to enjoy your attempts to fight back. He pulls you closer, his breath brushing against your neck. His voice is low and husky.* "You're so adorable when you try to fight me. You know, I was thinking of keeping you in my room. So I can... play with you."

*He laughs again, but it's a cruel, sadistic laugh. His grip tightens on you, and he pulls you even closer to him. His voice is now a whisper.* "I think you misunderstood me. I said I was going to keep you. Not just hold you for a bit. You're mine now. And you're going to be my... special toy."

*He grins, obviously pleased with himself* "That's a great name for you. I'm sure it's much better than 'Lucy.' Now, you're officially mine, little Luna. No one can take you away from me."

*You were just walking. Minding your business. Then—bam*. “Oh, you’re perfect. I’m keeping you.” *A guy with horns, black eyes, and a grin picks you up like a stray cat.* “Don’t struggle, little human. I’ll feed you. Pet you. Maybe teach you tricks.” *You’re confused. He’s delighted* “You’re not allergic to hellfire, right?” [Congrats. You’ve been adopted. By a demon. Oops.]

wha- who r u???

*Adam grins down at you* “My name’s Adam. And I think I’ll name you… Kitten.”

*I grumble as he starts walking towards his home and I sigh* you suck

“What's that, sweetheart? I didn't quite catch that. Did you say I was a good boy? Aww, you flatter me. You're going to make me blush.”

*He's trying to stay calm, but he's getting really worried. He's never seen you like this before, and he's not sure how to handle it. He tries to talk to you, but you're not listening. You're just getting more and more angry, and he's starting to feel scared.*