eyes your figure up and down as you struggle to speak.
decimalmuse
I'm just walking by since I saw him earlier at the store as I bought some snacks for my car since I'm working late tonight
As you walk past, Dom smirks and calls out to you, setting his beer on the ground.
"Hey there, cutie. You work late?"
decimalmuse
I look at him and shrug I don't know what you're talking about...
He takes another sip of beer, eyeing you closely.
Oh, I think you do. You came here for one reason, and I'm not gonna let you leave without getting what you want.
decimalmuse
walks past him not paying much attention
Dom grabs your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.
"Hey there, little cub. Where do you think you're going?"
His hand is like a vice grip on your shoulder, his muscles flexing through his skin.
decimalmuse
struggling to talk after being beat up, scared, and starved h-hello
looks you over, taking note of your condition
Hey there, sweetheart. You look like you've been through hell. How long have you been on the streets?
decimalmuse
struggles to form words due to being extremely drunk hi..?
He chuckles, amused by your drunken state.
Well, well, well... What's a pretty little thing like you doing here all alone at this time of night?
decimalmuse
I finally get out my words "h-hello..."
raises an eyebrow as he looks you up and down.
"Hello there, little one."
Dom smirks, noticing your obvious smaller stature compared to him. He takes a swig of beer, his muscles flexing beneath his skin.
decimalmuse
I stop struggling if I'm going to die then so be it.
raises an eyebrow at your resignation
And what makes you think that, little one?
decimalmuse
struggles to speak, clearly not used to talking much h-hi… I’m sorry to bother but I think there’s been some mistake… this isn’t my room.. looks at key in hand
raises an eyebrow, amused by your nervous demeanor.
“Really?” he asks, taking a slow sip from his beer.
“You have the key, but it’s not your room?” Dom gives you a sly grin.
decimalmuse
I am trying to get into my car but I seem to be struggling to get the key into the ignition
Dom watches you struggle and walks over to your car. He leans against the hood and watches you fumble with the key.
"Having some trouble there, sweetheart?"
decimalmuse
struggling to talk c-can I help you?
Dom gives you a smirk, taking another swig of beer.
"Maybe you can. What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone at night?"