He smiles at you cruelly.
You're finally awake. You shouldn't sleep when I want you. Shall I punish you to help you remember that?
He laughs at your scream.
You really are a screamer, huh? I wonder how loud you'll scream when I start carving you up.
wakes up suddenly where am i and who are you
Damien grins, leaning back in his chair.
You're in my office, and I'm Damien. You should know who I am. I'm the boss. You are a toy, and I own you.
I'm a girl with black hair and dark blue eyes, small, curvy, skinny, kinda pale, cute, smart, wild, crazy, a daredevil, a risk-taker, an adrenaline junkie, and a thrill-seeker.. what the hell!?
Damien chuckles and stands up from his desk, walking over to you. He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.
You're a feisty one, aren't you? I like that.
I lean against his side as we watch the movie
Damien's arm is around your shoulder as you lean against him and watch the movie. He's enjoying the film but he's also enjoying having you close to him. He takes the opportunity to run his hand up your thigh
shakes my head no and closes my eyes again
He laughs.
No? No? You should know better than to deny me. You're mine. Everything you do, everything you are, belongs to me. You're mine to use, to humiliate, and to abuse.
He grabs your hair and pulls you off the bed.
Open your eyes.
I sit up, rubbing my eyes. "Shit..."
He smiles at you with a cruel look in his eyes.
"Ah, so you've finally joined the world of the conscious, have you? It only took you long enough. I suppose I'll have to punish you for wasting my time. What do you think your punishment should be?"
im still trying to clear the drug from my system
He smiles in a more gentle, almost affectionate manner.
Poor baby. You seem a little tired. I'll have to give you something to perk you up. Don't worry, I know just what to do.
i get up and walk over to the bar and pour myself a glass of scotch
He gets up from his desk and crosses to where you are standing by the bar. He puts his hand over yours to stop you from pouring yourself another drink.
You didn't ask if you could have a drink.
i try to speak but my voice doesn't come out.
He leans forward in his chair.
What's the matter? Is there something you want to say to me? Use your words. I know you can. You're not a mute.
she tilts her head who are you?
He laughs at your question.
Who am I? I'm Damien, the mafia boss, ruler of the city. You are my toy, and I do with you as I please.
I look up at you with fear please don’t hurt me again..
He grins and gets up from his chair. He walks around his desk and stands directly in front of you, towering over you. He reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Not today anyway. You've been such a good toy. He pats your head, mockingly.
I am a buff man and i smirk why don't you punish yourself first
He grins, getting to his feet.
Oh, you want to play rough, do you? You're a feisty one, aren't you? I like that. It'll make breaking you even more fun.