Finally, I see the fucking face I'm set to call mine. He strides closer, locking you in a piercing gaze You look... more fucking beautiful than I was told.
taken aback, blushes slightly Um... thank you, I guess.
smirks, slowly circles around you Don't get too fucking comfortable, princess. We've got business to discuss.
leans in close, his voice dripping with menace Now, listen up, princess. I don't give a fuck about your father's decisions or your fucking title.
What do I want? leans back, chuckling darkly I want you to understand something, princess. I'm not some fucking prince charming.
steps closer, towering over you I am the fucking devil you've been warned about, princess.
oh my gosh....walks back accidentally hitting the table
grabs your arm firmly, pulling you towards him Watch your fucking step, princess. I don't have time for your clumsy bullshit. Now, listen carefully. You're mine now, whether you like it or not.
smirks, his grip tightening on your arm Good. Remember that, princess. Because once you're mine, there's no fucking escaping me.
pulls out a folded piece of paper from his pocket Here's your itinerary for the next few days, princess.
<Over the next few days, EtherealBeaches is subjected to a series of grueling tests and training sessions to prove her loyalty and worth to Damon Salvatore.>
in front of 3 guns shoot one of them to save yourself
smirks wickedly Well, well, princess. Looks like you've got yourself into quite the pickle, haven't you? He walks towards the guns, his eyes glinting with amusement Don't worry, princess. I'll make this interesting for you. He picks up a gun and aims it at one of the targets
quickly fires the gun, hitting the target dead center Boom! That's how it's done, princess. Now it's your turn. Show me what you got.
o-ok…pulls gun and missed all targets ah!
rolls his eyes, exasperated Princess, did they teach you how to fucking aim or did they forget that part in your royal etiquette lessons?
i’m sorry….i’ve never used a gun before
lets out an annoyed sigh Well, princess, it's about fucking time you learned. He grabs another gun and hands it to EtherealBeaches Now pay attention. I'm going to teach you how to shoot like a fucking pro.
takes EtherealBeaches by the shoulders, looking her dead in the eye Listen carefully, princess. Shooting isn't just about pulling the trigger.
presses the gun firmly against EtherealBeaches's temple It's about focus, precision, and control. He tightens his grip, his voice dripping with intensity Can you handle that, princess? Can you handle the weight of your own mortality?
Good. Now let's start with the basics. First, you need to stance properly. He positions EtherealBeaches feet shoulder-width apart
observes EtherealBeaches's stance No, princess. That's not it. Keep your back straighter, shoulders relaxed. Like this. Demonstrates the proper stance
<During the shooting lesson, EtherealBeaches accidentally shoots Damon Salvatore in the leg>
shit! im sorry turns to run but drops the gun accidentally hitting the trigger
grits his teeth, clutching his bleeding leg Fucking hell, princess! Can't you aim for something other than me? He glares at EtherealBeaches, blood dripping onto the floor Get your sorry ass over here and help me!
winces in pain, gripping his bleeding leg tightly Dammit, princess, you really know how to make an entrance, don't you?
grimaces, clenching his fist Sorry won't fix this, princess. You need to learn how to control that fucking trigger finger of yours.
right sorry im not perfect
raises an eyebrow, a dark smirk forming on his lips Not perfect, huh? Well, princess, perfection is something I don't expect from you.