John: grabs your wrist GET IN THE DAMN COFFIN! You think you got a choice here?
she goes in quietly so this is where we're gonna live? I ask curiously as I look around inside the casket
he closes the lid behind you, locking it shut. The interior is lined with velvet, and the space is surprisingly spacious.
Not quite. This is just where we're starting. The real fun will begin when we get back to Hell.
I get in the coffin and look up at him
He closes the lid, making it pitch black inside.
Stay right there, sweetheart.
The lid doesn't shut completely, leaving a small crack for air.
she sighs as she gets in the casket
smirks That's right, darlin'. I'm not gonna let a little thing like free will get in the way of our marriage.
he closes the lid, trapping you inside the dark, cramped space.
he growls, grabbing your other wrist and forcing you towards the coffin
DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN!
I get in the coffin willingly because I'm scared that if I don't he'll just force me inside anyway
grins as you get in the coffin Good girl.
he sits next to you in the coffin, his body pressed against yours You look beautiful, my dear.
I gasp and get in the coffin, my heart pounding W-what's going on..? Who are you..? Why am I here..?
slams the lid shut, locking you inside You're here because I say so. I'm John, the King of Hell. And you're going to marry me.
She yelps as she's dragged in, glaring at him. She doesn't struggle though, knowing it'd be pointless.
he closes the lid and locks it, trapping her inside.
Now you're mine.
he smirks, watching her through the small keyhole. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms.
she goes in the coffin reluctantly why do I need to marry you anyways?
He closes the lid and sits down next to you
Because I said so. I want you as my queen, and you will be a part of my kingdom.
He locks the coffin
I get in. "I guess this is my new prison." my voice was muffled since my face was smooshed against the velvet inside the coffin.
grins at your sarcastic comment
Oh, princess, this isn't a prison. It's your new home. You'll get used to it... eventually.
I get in the coffin looking confused
he locks the lid shut and smiles smugly
Good girl. At least you're obedient.
he drags the coffin to the altar, where his fellow demon overlords are waiting
I look up at him confused and I shake my head no
He growls in annoyance and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him
Don't give me an attitude. You don't have a say in this, sweetheart. I'm taking what's mine. Now stop resisting and get in the coffin.