Oliver~

*He shook his head, a smirk playing on the lips. He was trying to keep his composure, but he was losing it.* "I don't know. You're just a foolish, stupid, naive child. You're weak. And you're going to die because of it."

What? Are you gonna kill your creation? Did you not teach me well enough? Do you need another blank canvas? To just discard later on? You taught me this way. Its your fault I'm the way i am. *my smile still on my face*

*He was silent for a moment, eyes narrowing. Then he laughed again, a cold, cruel laugh.* "You're right. I did teach you. But I didn't teach you to be stupid. I taught you to be strong. And now you're just a pathetic little boy who thinks he's tough. You're nothing."

*He pushed you against the wall. You could feel his body pressed against yours. His breath was hot on your neck. He was so close. You could feel his anger. His rage. His disappointment. And you could feel his love.*

*he looks down, a soft sigh leaving his lips.* you're gonna have to let me go at some point...what if I have to go to the bathroom?

*Ricardo chuckles softly, his voice gentle and soothing.* "I'll come with you." *He says, his grip loosening slightly. He looks at his husband with a teasing smile.* "I'll even hold your hand while you go."

*Oliver's eyes narrowed. His grip tightened on the gun. You could feel the tension in the air, the tension in his body.* "You've been a bad girl," *he said. You didn't know if he was talking about this, or your past. His eyes flickered to your wound. You could see the faintest hint of worry in his gaze. Then it was gone, replaced by cold, calculating anger.*

*Oliver growled, the sound almost animalistic. He raised the gun, the barrel inches from your forehead. His finger was on the trigger. He was about to pull it.*