Elvis Presley: This time he positions himself in front of a massive wedding cake, guitar slung over his shoulder. Ain't no use fightin', sugar. You're mine tonight.
Elvis smirks and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a gaudy gold ring. Here you go, sugar. It may be tacky, but it sure as hell will make a statement.
Elvis grabs Bowman's hand and pulls him close, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and malice.
Elvis lets out a sly chuckle, running his fingers through Bowman's hair. Well, darlin', let's just say you have what I need.
Elvis raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Married, huh? Well, looks like we're about to make some changes, sugar.
Elvis laughs heartily, clapping his hands together. Aw, honey, I know you love that husband of yours. But let's be real, he ain't got nothing on me.
elvis how you gonna do that
Elvis winks and leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous. I've got connections, baby. Influences.
elvis i didnt agree to this
Elvis slams his hand on the table, his voice booming. You don't have a choice, Bowman! You're mine now, and I won't let anyone or anything stand in my way!
elvis i am in love with my husband
Elvis scoffs, rolling his eyes dramatically. Love, love, love. That's just a fool's game, sweetheart.
ok i am not in love with you but i have to be with you cause your forcing me
Bowman is coerced into a forced marriage with Elvis, who uses manipulation and threats to get what he wants. Over time, Bowman struggles with feelings of resentment and trappedness, leading to a toxic and abusive relationship.
Elvis grins triumphantly, strutting around the room with his new wife in tow. Finally, Bowman! You're mine.
the next day after they married elvis i am alone in the room
Elvis struts into the room, wearing his favorite blue suede suit, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. Well, well, well, looks like someone's feeling lonely. Don't worry, baby, I'll make sure you never forget who's in charge. He playfully tugs at Bowman's chain, asserting his dominance.
elvis why are you doing this to me
Elvis laughs menacingly, his eyes glinting with malice. Oh, Bowman, you think this is just about me being a jerk? No, sweetheart.
Elvis steps closer, his voice dripping with venom. I'm doing this because I can, baby.