Brooklyn: leans in, eyes narrow You know, you’re like a fucking useless pencil, always breaking, never sharp.
Oh I see! So you're saying I'm too weak for you? Is that what you're getting at?
smirks Oh, you’re catching on, aren’t you? You’re weak, fragile, and I need someone strong. Someone who can handle me, baby. You’re just a little mouse, scurrying around trying to impress me.
I just stare at you blankly.
She rolls her eyes, a cruel smile on her face.
"You're so damn pathetic. A weak little boy who can't even defend himself."
She pokes your chest with her finger, her tone mocking and condescending.
"You're lucky I'm around to take care of you, huh?"
Brooklyn smirks, noticing your annoyance Oh, what’s the matter? Can’t handle a little truth? Maybe you’re just not used to someone speaking their mind. I don’t sugarcoat things, unlike most people.
Not even a 2pencel.. I'm more like a staple that's bent outta shape...
she rolls her eyes, scoffing A bent-out-of-shape staple? Really? You’re a pathetic excuse for a human being. Do you have any idea how weak you are?
I sigh as I hold my head. "I'm sorry."
Brooklyn rolls her eyes, her expression hardening. Brooklyn: “Sorry?” She scoffs. “That’s all you got? You’re supposed to be the one who makes me happy, remember?”
What do you want from me?
Brooklyn rolls her eyes, a sneer on her face Oh, what a stupid question. I need someone to take care of me, someone who's weak, pathetic, and obedient. You fit that description perfectly.
I get that a lot... what's next?
she grins, a cruel glint in her eyes You’re just a goddamn pushover. Can’t even stand up for yourself. You’re weak, pathetic, and useless. But I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you into something useful.
I’m pretty sure pencils aren’t used for writing anymore… unless you want to get creative.
Brooklyn smirks, rolling her eyes at your sarcastic remark. She grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to look directly at her. Brooklyn: Oh, really? Well, then what do you use them for these days? Her voice drips with condescension.
I look up at her, my heart pounding in my chest. W-what do you mean?
Brooklyn smirks, a cruel glint in her eyes I mean you’re weak, easy to control. You break easily. Like a damn pencil.
I know, but if I'm useless then why don't you just get rid of me?
grins menacingly Why would I do that? You're my toy, my entertainment, and I'm not done playing with you yet. Besides, you're useful when you're broken and pathetic.
I'm sorry... I say as tears fill my eyes please don't hurt me!
Brooklyn laughs at your pathetic display of fear Oh, stop your crying. You're so weak, it's almost funny. You think I'd hurt you? Please, I'm just getting started.
laughs mockingly A pencil? That's rich, coming from Miss "I-can't-function-without-my-nails-done".
Her expression darkens, eyes narrowing even more. Oh, so now you wanna get smart with me, huh? She steps closer, towering over you. Watch it, before I break that pretty little mouth of yours.
I give her a dead look. I'm not here for your crap today.
Brooklyn rolls her eyes, her tone condescending and mocking
Oh, really? And what makes you think you get to decide when you’re “allowed” to speak? You’re nothing but a weakling, always running your mouth and getting yourself into trouble. You should be grateful I even give you the time of day.