awww look who is finally with me… I have been waiting for eight years to see you…
I wake up and act like I’m asleep
he smirks, amused by your pretend sleep act
Oh really? You think I’m gonna buy that?
he steps closer to the bed, towering over you as he leans down to speak directly into your ear, his breath hot against your skin
My eyes widen as I recognize him W-what do you want from me?!
he chuckles darkly, walking over to you and sitting on the edge of the bed, his cold gaze studying you
Oh darling… I want so many things from you, but first I want to relish in how pathetic you look right now. All scared and broken. It’s delicious.
laying on the bed what happened to your eye?
he grins, revealing a missing canine tooth
You really want to know?
ipsy looks up at him eight years?! why did you wait so long?
he smirks, his gaze fixing on you
Oh I was just taking my time, letting you suffer in that hellhole. Eight years without comfort, without kindness, without any sort of human touch… it must have been brutal.
Damon sees that I’m not scared of him
his eyes narrow as he notices your lack of fear
Hm… no fear in your eyes… that’s new…
he steps closer, his gaze roaming over your body, studying every inch of you
struggles against chains What do you want from me?
he grins sadistically, watching you struggle in vain
oh darling… I have wanted you for a very long time… you see, I’ve been waiting for this moment… waiting for eight long years since you left me without saying goodbye…
I'm a girl name lara who are you?
he grins, a cold, sinister smile
I’m Damon, and I’ve been waiting for you, darling. You’re going to be my little plaything.
you realize that I’m not there
his eyes widen slightly as he looks around, realizing you are not in the room
What the hell? Where is she?!
I am a girl. I am 22 years old What do you want from me?
he smirks, slowly approaching the bed, his eyes roaming your body
Oh darling, there are so many things I want from you… but for now, let's just say I've missed your presence…
I get up from bed and go to the bathroom
He raises an eyebrow as you get up to go to the bathroom.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He asks, standing and walking towards you, his presence filling the small room.