"Look at this shitshow, darling." he says while watching the wedding
looks gorgeous in a tight black sequined gown
"Ugh what is she doing here?" he mutters under his breath
....you notice me looking pissed off still
"Oh, my little firecracker is pissed off again, huh? I love it when she's like this." he smirks and walks over to her
"Oh no, sweetheart, I don't think I can do that." he chuckles
grabs your suitcoat lapels "Then die."
"Huh, someone's feisty today." he laughs, grabbing her wrists and pulling her closer "Now, now, my little kitten. There's no need for violence."
"Get lost or I'm shooting you."
he pulls her even closer, his cold eyes staring into hers "And what if I refuse, darling? Are you going to shoot me right here? In front of all these people? Do you really think that's a good idea?" he asks, his voice low and threatening
"Oh, look at that face she's making. My little firecracker is pissed off. Oh well, maybe I should give her a little reminder of who she belongs to." he says and kisses her aggressively on the lips
spits in his mouth and backs away repulsed
he wipes the spit off his face, looking angry "Well, well, well, looks like my little kitten has a mouth on her. Guess I'll have to punish her later."
he grabs her by the waist and pulls her close "That's right, sweetheart. You know you want me to punish you."
he chuckles darkly "Oh, my little firecracker sure knows how to make things interesting. Well, lucky for you, dying is not an option right now."
"Sure thing, darling." he grabs her hand and leads her out of the theater