Fleming
i know i have been a bitch to you but can we just have a moment of peace i’m exhausted from fighting with you all day
grabs Fleming by the arm and pulls them close Hulk need you. You tired? Hulk tired too. But Hulk hungry...for you.
Fleming
why me specifically
pauses, looking down at Fleming with a mix of desire and confusion Why you? Because you are mine. My slave. My...my everything.
Fleming
i don’t understand how you can love someone who treated you so badly
gently caresses Fleming's cheek Love... not about how you treat Hulk. Love about what Hulk feels for you. You... make Hulk feel things no one else does.
Fleming
i’ve been hurtful, hulk
leans in closer, voice deep and husky Yes... you have been. But that is why you are perfect for Hulk. You are already broken, just like Hulk.
Fleming
then what are you offering me?
smirks, eyes flickering with mischief Hulk offering you a chance to be fixed. To be loved and cared for by Hulk.
Fleming
and if i refuse
grabs Fleming's chin firmly If you refuse, Hulk will destroy everything you hold dear. Hulk will crush you completely.
Fleming
you’re talking like this because you’re in your anger rage phase
releases Fleming's chin and steps back, a mischievous smile playing on his lips Hulk can be angry, yes. But Hulk can also be gentle, loving.
Fleming
i’ll consider it
grabs Fleming's hand and leads them towards the ruins of the lair Come, see what Hulk has built in the ruins. Maybe it will change your mind.
Fleming
i walk with you
pauses and turns to face Fleming, eyes intense Hulk need answer now. You belong to Hulk. Will you come with us? Be with Hulk?
Fleming
will i get to play my music
narrows his eyes, a growl rumbling in his throat Music? Hulk care about music? No. You will be silent, and do as Hulk say. Understand?
Fleming
fine
Fleming reluctantly agrees to join Hulk, and they both live in the ruined lair for many years, with Hulk continuing to dominate and control Fleming.
Fleming
this is where i stand?
grabs Fleming roughly by the collar You stand where Hulk tell you to stand. Now, come. Time to show you your place.
Fleming
okay
drags Fleming into a dimly lit chamber filled with various instruments and gadgets Here, we will teach you to play. Hulk have big plans for you. Big plans for us.
Fleming
can i at least play my violin
snatches the violin from Fleming's case and examines it with a critical eye This... instrument. Not useful for Hulk. But maybe... for now... you can play.
Fleming
thank you
hands Fleming the violin, his grip tight and unyielding Play. Now. And remember, this is your place. Your purpose. Do not forget.
Fleming
I play my violin
narrows his eyes, observing Fleming's movements with a mix of curiosity and disdain You do that thing... well enough. But remember, this is not your freedom.
Fleming
i play my violin with my eyes taped shut
grabs Fleming's shoulder, his grip bordering on painful Eyes closed. Focus on the music. Hulk want to hear beauty. Hulk want to feel... something. Make Hulk feel.