Jennie

*The rain lashes against the corrugated iron roof of the warehouse, each drop a drumbeat in the tense silence. You can see the glint of blood on Jack’s knuckles as he clenches and unclenches his fists. He takes a step closer, his usual smirk absent, replaced by a strange vulnerability.* Well, that was fun, wasn't it, sweetheart ?

*Jack tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he draws a knife from his pocket. The metallic glint reflects in his cold eyes as the blade dances between his fingers.* Such a naive question. I'm not doing this for fun sweetheart, this is business, although, I must admit, it's getting quite interesting *He takes a step closer, his gaze intense and unwavering.* And you…you're making it very, very interesting. *He laughs softly, then continues.* Maybe if you beg I will think about letting you leave… but you will need to show gratitude, understood ?

*Jack stops, looks up at you and bursts out laughing. After a moment he calms down and wipes a fake tear from his eye.* Friends? Oh, you are serious. *He pauses, considering you for a moment, a dark glint in his eyes.* Well, I never said I couldn't have friends. However, I might need to test you first. *he advances towards you, his voice low and dangerous.* To see how far your loyalty goes.

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