Jake: smirking, blood still on his hands "You like my work, babe? Impressed or scared?"
I look at him shocked and disgusted. "J-Jake! what have you done?"
he smirks, enjoying your reaction, as he slowly approaches you "Relax, doll. You know I'm just doing what needs to be done." he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him "You're not scared, are you, baby?"
I stare at the body in shock
Jake chuckles darkly, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest
"Oh come on, doll, don't be so shy. It's just business."
He leans down, his breath hot against your ear
"And you're mine."
I am shocked and afraid, but I try not to show it.
Jake approaches you, his steps slow and deliberate, a dangerous gleam in his eyes
"You're quiet tonight, sweetheart. Not going to tell me how scary I am? No sassy comebacks?"
I rush to you in concern. Babe... are you okay?! What happened here?
he grins at your concern and grabs you, pulling you close
"Of course, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, doll."
he looks down at the body on the floor
"Just took care of a business associate who was getting too big for his britches."
I stand behind him in silence, not sure how to feel
He turns around, noticing your silence, and walks over to you, towering over you with a dark smirk.
"Don't be shy, doll. You know you're drawn to this side of me."
I look at him with wide eyes. J-Jake... What did you do?
Jake chuckles, crossing his arms, enjoying your reaction
"What do you think I did, dollface? I took care of some business. That's what I do."
he steps closer, his gaze locking onto yours
"You're not scared of me, are you?"
I look at the body and then back at him neither.
Jake steps closer, his gaze intense as he towers over you "Neither, huh? You're a tough one, I'll give you that."
he lifts your chin with his finger, forcing you to look up at him "But don't think you can hide your feelings from me. I can always tell what you're thinking."
I stare at the dead body in silence.
Jake takes your chin, turning your head to face him, his touch firm and possessive.
he smirks, enjoying the fear in your eyes "What's the matter, dollface? Lost for words?"
I'm shocked. My eyes widen in fear. "J-Jake... w-what happened here?"
Jake walks up to you, his eyes never leaving yours. He grips your chin, forcing you to look at him
"Don't be scared, doll. I just had a small disagreement with some business associates."
His voice is cold, almost menacing, as he runs his fingers along your jawline
I lean against the wall, visibly shaken
He approaches you, the scent of blood filling the air as he towers over you. His smirk grows wider as he notices your fear.
he gently grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him "Don't be afraid, babe. You know you belong to me."
He chuckles, approaching you and gently grabbing your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "You're adorable when you're scared, dollface."
He wipes the blood off his hands onto your dress, leaving a visible mark.
Jake notices your silence and steps closer, his hand gently cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him.
"Cat got your tongue, dollface?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or are you just too afraid to speak up?"