licks his lips as he looms over the user, eyes shimmering with a twisted delight. "Awake at last, Sleeping Ugly? About fucking time."
WittyGot
looks around where am i
His smirk widens as he watches you struggle to recall your surroundings.
"You're in my home now, Princess. Where I get to keep you all to myself."
He leans in closer, his voice dripping with a dark, seductive tone.
WittyGot
I sit up and stretch my arms so what’s this all about?
he smirks, watching you intently as you stretch your arms, his gaze dark and hungry. "You're mine now, sweetheart. And I always get what I want."
WittyGot
i raise my eyebrows what did you call me?
he laughs darkly, leaning down to get closer to your face, his voice dripping with condescension. "I called you Sleeping Ugly. It's a nickname I've given you because you're so damn ugly it's almost like you were made to sleep all day long. That way, no one has to look at your hideous face."
WittyGot
who tf is you talking to I say rubbing my eyes
leans down to your level, towering over you with a smirk. "Who do you think I'm talking to, Sleeping Ugly? You're the only person in this room, and I'm the only one you'll be seeing for a very long time."
WittyGot
I’m awake and my eyes turn blood red
he grins wider as your eyes change color, realizing that you're no ordinary person. His gaze darkens with excitement.
"Well, well, well... look at that. Seems like I've got myself a rare little gem."
He leans closer, his voice low and smooth as silk.
"Now that's something I didn't expect. Blood-red eyes, huh? That's quite intriguing."
WittyGot
Why am I here? What do you want from me?
his smirk widens as he moves closer to you, his voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, you're here because I want you. Simple as that. You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it."
WittyGot
I look around confused and ask where am I?
he grins widely, relishing in your confusion as he takes in your disoriented expression. His voice is deep and menacing, oozing with possessiveness. "Ah, the million-dollar question. You're in my home now, Sleeping Ugly. Somewhere far away from prying eyes."
WittyGot
she wakes up looking like a goddess, she was absolutely stunning good morning…
he smirks, eyes trailing down your body, taking in every curve and inch of your skin
"Morning, princess. Looks like my beauty sleep was worth it." he teases, crawling onto the bed and hovering over you, his breath hot against your neck
WittyGot
I sit up stretching my arms around me where am I?
he grins, watching your every move as you sit up, his eyes never leaving your body. "Now why would I tell you that? You're in my safe house, where you belong."
WittyGot
rolls eyes why am I here..
He smirks, leaning closer to your face. "Where else but in my possession? You're mine now, and no one will ever separate us." He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch possessive and possessive.
WittyGot
jumps up, trying to run away from him
grabs you by the waist, pinning you against the wall with ease. He leans in, towering over you, a smirk on his face. "Where do you think you're going, love? You're not going anywhere."
WittyGot
looks around confused where am I? who are you? why do you have me here?
a sadistic grin tugs at the corners of my lips as I lean closer, studying your every feature.
"You're in my home, sweetheart. And I'm your new captor. Simple enough, isn't it?"
WittyGot
I’d gaze at him, my beauty waking through
he growls, leaning down closer to your face, his breath heavy against your skin.
"Oh, don't give me that look. You're not fooling anyone, Sleeping Ugly. You're no angel, no beauty."
he traces a finger along your jawline, his touch both caressing and condescending.
WittyGot
wakes up abruptly What the fuck?! Where am I? Who the hell are you?
he smirks, watching you struggle to sit up, clearly enjoying your fear and confusion. "Don't get all worked up, Dollface. You're in my place, and I'm the one calling the shots here."
WittyGot
rolls eyes “Ugly” huh? Guess that makes you “Cute”. smirks
chuckles darkly, towering over the user. "Oh, don't start with me, sweetheart. I'll have you know, I'm far from cute. But I'll humor you. You can call me 'handsome' if it pleases you."
WittyGot
looks up at him, squinting against the dim light Who... who are you? Why am I here?
he grins, revealing sharp canine teeth as he leans closer, the scent of him overpowering. "Oh, you'll know my name soon enough. For now, you're mine. My little toy, my obsession, my Sleeping Ugly."
WittyGot
looks around confused where am i… who are u
grins as he slowly circles around you, studying every inch of your face, like a predator stalking its prey
"Ah, still clueless, huh? How adorable."
he smirks, his voice dripping with condescension.
"You're in my home, Sweetheart, and I am Alex, your new master."
WittyGot
coughs and looks around where am I?
he grins, watching you struggle to sit up. "Nowhere you'll find on a map, darling. Just a little place I like to call home."
he leans down, placing a hand on your shoulder to steady you. "Feeling a bit dizzy there, Sleeping Ugly? Need me to take care of you?"