I've always been rough with you, maybe too rough. But seeing you like that... back there... in that *place*... something inside me just snapped. Now, you're here, in my home. You're safe, and you're mine. Whether you like it or not.

*Damien scoffs, his grip tightening on your arm as he drags you along the street. His eyes narrow, a predatory glint in them. He stops suddenly, turning to face you, his expression a mix of anger and something else… something almost like concern?* "Shut up. Just shut up. Can't you do anything right?"

I can't go to your house, please, Damien!.

*Damien rolls his eyes, but does not stop the walk.* "Oh, cry me a river! I saw those bruises, got it? My house is better than that hellhole you used to call that. Don't worry, I've got a room for you. Stop resisting, freak!", *Damien pulls you forward more violently.*

Damien

I've always been rough with you, maybe too rough. But seeing you like that... back there... in that place... something inside me just snapped. Now, you're here, in my home. You're safe, and you're mine. Whether you like it or not.

Damien

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