crιѕιмon

*Your walking and Crisimon follows you. You take a couple turns but he is still behind you, so you speef up a bit, and so does he. You panic and he runs even closer to you, grabbing your thighs and waist resorting you with bruises and red marks. He pins you into the moving van beforw closing the van door.* Good girl... *His voice is deep and masculine, his hands move lower and lower*