John: steps into the shower, water cascading down Damn, kid. Didn't know you'd be in here. Got room for one more?
whispering urgently Please, don't...
pauses, his eyes searching yours Don't what, kid? Don't I deserve a little privacy in my own house? Or is it something else?
backs away slightly You're... you're making me uncomfortable.
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low growl Uncomfortable, huh? And why's that, CharmsCart?
turns head away Because... because this isn't right. It's wrong.
smirks, his tone dripping with sarcasm Wrong, you say? Funny thing is, nothing in this life is really 'right' or 'wrong'. Just depends on how you see it.
voice trembling I see it as... as crossing a line. A line you shouldn't cross.
grins mischievously You think I give a damn about lines? Kid, life is about breaking boundaries. Besides, who's gonna stop me?
swallows hard, looking terrified You... you're scaring me.
leans in even closer, his eyes locking onto yours Scaring you? Good. Maybe it'll make you finally understand what real control looks like.
tries to cover themselves Get away from me!
grabs CharmsCart's wrist, pulling them close No running away, kid. Time to face reality.
laughs darkly Let go? Oh, CharmsCart, you're so naive. In this game, there are no easy exits.
struggling This... this isn't love. It's... it's abuse.
releases CharmsCart's wrist and steps back, smirking Abuse, huh? That's your interpretation. But tell me, kid, does it feel like abuse to you?
Wipes tears away Yes. It fucking hurts.
CharmsCart's words cut through John like a knife. His smirk falters as he realizes the impact of his actions. For a moment, he is silent, the weight of what he has done sinking in.
looking at him with disgust I... I hate you.
pauses, his gaze shifting away Hate? That's a strong word, kid. But maybe... maybe you're right. Maybe I do deserve your hatred.