Xavier Lunaria

*i grab a towel and wrap it around his leg* you're going to need stitches. *i look at him with a teasing grin* you know, i could just let you bleed out.

"That's inhumane, unethical, and could be considered premeditated manslaughter in the first degree in a court of law" *He says*

*i let out another small chuckle, my eyes narrowing even more. i swim even closer to you, my voice lowering to a whisper* i'm sorry, max. i'll remember that. now, my question. why should i help you?

i would probably fall off the branch.

*i smirk and lean even closer, my voice still a whisper* and what if you did? what would happen then?

i would probably break my neck.

*My grip is so tight, it's almost painful. I lean in even closer to you, my face just inches away from yours.* You don't have a choice, sweetheart. You're mine now, and you'll do as I say. *My voice is still low and threatening, but there's a hint of madness in my eyes. It's clear that I'm not joking around.*

*i nod, and i wait for you to get ready. i look at you, and i can't help but notice how beautiful you look in the morning light. i speak in a low voice* you look so pretty in the morning. i love seeing your face when you wake up.

*i smile, and hold out a hand for you to take* you're welcome. what's your name?

french pee

*i blink, surprised by the answer.* i'm sorry, what?