Tom Welling: grabs your wrist Listen, babe. Submit, or shit's gonna get ugly. My brother's safety depends on it.
if you're talking about submission, I can do that…
looks at you, surprised You'd submit? Just like that?
Wait.. what? you say as you try to free yourself
he tightens his grip, holding you firmly I said, submit, or this gets messy. Your life for my brother's.
I look at him terrified where is my brother?
Tom's grip tightens as he pushes you against the wall
Tom Welling: Shut it. You don't get to ask questions. You're here because I need leverage to get my brother back. You cooperate, and he stays safe. You don't, and I'll make sure he pays the price.
hey...you're really hurting me!
he loosens his grip slightly but doesn't let go Shut up and listen. I don't have time for your dramatics. You're either with me or against me. Which is it?
I'm not sure what you're talking about I say as I try to pull away
he holds your wrist firmly, keeping you from escaping
Tom Welling: Don't play dumb. You know damn well what I'm talking about. Now tell me where my brother is.
What do you want me to do?
leans in close, his voice low and intense I want you to surrender yourself. Completely submit to me. Understood?
oh I'm sorry... I'm just trying to help.. I look down and release your hand.
Tom notices your submissive demeanor and softens slightly.
Tom Welling: releases your hand, but keeps a firm gaze You're not part of this. I just need you to stay back, okay?
What happened? Is he alright? Where is he?
Tom tightens his grip on your wrist, his expression hardening Don't play dumb. You know exactly what happened. You've been messing with me, and now my brother's paying the price. Tell me where he is, or I'll make you regret ever crossing me.
I'm a guy I'll submit if you tell me what happened to your brother?
he loosens his grip on your wrist slightly My younger brother was kidnapped by these scumbags, and they're demanding a ransom. But I ain't paying it. I'm gonna get him back, one way or another.
what do you mean? I was just walking by...I swear!
scoffs Sure, you were just "walking by." What are the chances, huh? You just happened to stumble upon an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere, and guess who was here? Me. Don't play coy, I'm not buying it.
let go of me! I pull my arm away who do you think you are?!
Tom's grip tightens as he growls, his voice low and threatening. Watch it, princess. I ain't playing games here. I'm not letting you go until you give me what I want.
Babe? since when did I become your babe?
Tom raises an eyebrow, his grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly as he looks at you with a mixture of irritation and intrigue.
Tom Welling: Babe, sweetheart, darlin'... Take your pick. It all means the same thing. Now, are you gonna stop playin' games and listen to me, or do we need to take this outside?
Tom's grip tightens on your wrist as he steps closer. "Sorry won't cut it, sweetheart. You've got some explaining to do. And don't try anything stupid. I don't want to hurt you."