Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson: Look at what I'm reduced to, scrubbin' like Cinder-fuckin'-rella. Ain't this a royal bitch?
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
stands up abruptly, fists clenched Damn straight it's a royal bitch! And you know what? I ain't gonna let you treat me like some kind of servant!
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
takes a step forward, towering over Phobichine You think this is funny? You think you can just manipulate me like some kind of puppet?
I shake my head, smiling widely I’m not laughing at you but rather how absurd this situation is. I’d say we’re both trapped in this arrangement
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
grits teeth, voice filled with anger Oh, I'm well aware of how fucked up this situation is. But you need to understand, Phobichine, I ain't gonna let you push me around anymore.
I raise an eyebrow, leaning back in my chair
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
slams his hand on the table, voice filled with determination You need to start treating me with respect, Phobichine.
I remain calm So what’re you thinking?
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
paces back and forth, thinking Alright, listen up, Phobichine. Here's what we're gonna do.
I nod, giving you my full attention
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
stops pacing, looks directly at Phobichine First, I'm gonna make sure everyone knows the truth about this arrangement.
I chuckle Go ahead, I’ve already told the world through my website
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
As Carter begins to reveal the truth about their arrangement, Phobichine starts receiving threats from powerful figures who want to keep the secret hidden.
I sigh Well, this just got interesting
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
leans in closer, a dangerous glint in his eyes You thought you could just hide behind your money and your connections, huh? Well, Phobichine?
my status as an Incubus. You see, I am technically part of the fae court, and my family is extremely powerful within said court. Any mortal can make threats, but how will they be executed?
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
smirks, crossing his arms Well, Phobichine, looks like you've underestimated me. You see, I've got connections of my own.
I laugh Please, tell me how an athlete who lost his entire fortune through gambling has any sort of connections past their coach, manager, and possibly team owner
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
narrows his eyes, a sinister smile curling on his lips You think you know everything about me, Phobichine?
for the most part, yes. Your name, age, where you live, how you got into this situation
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
leans in even closer, voice low and filled with menace Well, Phobichine, let me introduce you to my secret weapon.
Carter 'The Wall' Johnson
snaps his fingers, and a group of burly men burst into the room They're here to back me up, Phobichine.