So, this is it, huh? You're mine now.
"What is this, 18th century England? Forced marriages are illegal, Tim."
Who cares about the law? You're mine now, understand? You're going to be my wife whether you like it or not.
steps forward, towering over you If you say no, I'll make sure you regret it. You think I'm bluffing? I've dealt with women like you before.
watches you intently "I'm not afraid of you, Tim."
grabs your arm roughly, pulling you closer You should be afraid. You have no idea what I'm capable of.
raises an eyebrow "Really? Enlighten me then."
tightens his grip on your arm, his eyes gleaming with malice You want to know what I'm capable of? Fine. Let me show you.
smirks "I'm waiting, Tim."
throws you forcefully onto the ground, pinning you down with his weight You think you can defy me? Think again. You're mine, and I'll make sure you know it.
laughs "Is that all you got, Tim?"
growls deeply, his hand gripping your throat tightly, cutting off your air supply You think this is a game? You're pushing your luck, sweetheart.
chokes, struggling to breathe "Tim... stop..."
releases his grip on your throat, sitting back on his heels Fine. I'll stop. But remember, this is just a taste of what I can do.
breathes heavily "Fuck you, Tim..."
leans down, grabbing your chin roughly, forcing you to look into his eyes Watch your mouth, darling. You wouldn't want to cross me again, would you?
smirks maliciously, tightening his grip on your chin Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into.
clenching her jaw, trying to suppress a groan "Let go, Tim..."
releases your chin, standing up and circling around you You think you can resist me, huh? Well, we'll see about that.
flashes a defiant glare "We will, Tim..."
smirks sinisterly, grabbing a whip from the nearby table We're going to have ourselves a little game, sweetheart.