buy me

{ trigger warnings: violence, noncon/dubcon implications }

“You’d do well to pay. It’s in your best interest.“

“We have ways of making you talk.”

“The moment you came to us, we owned you.”

“I’m not guarding the boss’s kid to play babysitter. Sit and behave.”

“You run your mouth again and see what happens.”

“I don’t care how tired you are, you don’t turn down clients until I say you can.”

“Didn’t think I’d catch you, eh? Run away again, and I’ll break your legs.”

“That was your first kill, you should feel proud. Hey… you don’t look so good…”

“I don’t know what kind of ideas you’re getting but remember this… without me, you’re nothing.”

“The world will eat you if you let it. That’s why it’s everyone for themselves. But here, you’ve got loyalty.”

“Don’t be ungrateful… on your own with this kind of city, you’d be laying face down on a ditch if he/she hadn’t found you.”

“You used to be such a good kid… glad I was able to break that out of you.”

“I think there’s a mole in our operations… and you don’t exactly seem innocent to me.”

“There’s no out. Even if you tried to kill yourself, we’ll just lock you up.”

“Consider this a ‘gentle’ reminder of respect when speaking to me.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll start to enjoy it soon enough.”

“You might be a ruthless brute, but you’re ‘my’ ruthless brute.”

“Kill him/her.”

“They don’t wanna pay? Burn their house down.”

“Don’t you know? You’re the gang’s ‘pet’.”

“I think they’ve earned their lesson, you can stop hitting him/her now.”

“Do you honestly intend to get this far without getting your hands dirty?”

“He’s/she’s squirming around too much, drug them.”

“Far as you know, I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

“I’m sick of this, I want out.”

“N-no… I… I didn’t want to kill him.”

“I’m through with being your fucking lap dog.”

“People wanna kill me in my sleep…”

“I’m tired of being numb and desensitized. I’m tired of killing before I eat a goddamn breakfast like nothing happened. I’m tired of this life.”

“If anything happens, I’ll take the blame. And don’t you dare to try to put it all on you this time, don’t even fucking think about it.”

“I don’t care if my demands are silly, if you don’t do them, then your boss won’t be pleased if I suddenly got ‘injured’ under your watch.

“Do you even know what you started? The riot and upcoming gang war will be beyond what your fucking punk ass can handle!”

“How about we make a deal?”

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t make a move anytime soon, but I’ll be watching you.”

“Are you willing to take a bullet for me?”

“I don’t know if I’m willing to forgive you just yet. Maybe if I throw another punch…”

“I’m a person, and not someone for you to order around.”

“You think you’re hot shit, but I’m the one who does your dirty work.”

“You honestly believed I would never turn against you?”

“M-my leg… it’s shot, I can’t walk…”

“I ran away, but they’ll be looking for me I know it.”

“You don’t need to get involved. Just walk away.”

“Who said not to mix business with pleasure? Let’s talk this over with a date…”

“If they find out I’m sleeping with you, they’ll kill me.”

“Don’t worry, I heard human trafficking isn’t so bad. At least they’re not harvesting your organs.”

“Please, let me go. I won’t do it again, please.”

“It was simply a mistake on my part, it won’t happen again. I promise.”

“No no, I’m not interested in your friends. I want you. Give yourself over, and they’ll be safe.”

“You can sell me, but I’ll fight it with every fiber of my being.”

“Hey hey, are you passing out? Come on, tell me names and I’ll stop the beatings.”

“I trusted you. You were the only one I trusted, and for what? So you can stab my back?”

“I can’t believe what you’re doing! Untie me, now. Do you have any idea what deep shit you’re in?!”

“Just do what you’re told, like you always do.”

“I know you’ve been tailing me.”

“Care to explain why you were attempting to kidnap me?”

“You know, you’re always such a fucking thorn on my side. But laying on the ground, beaten and helpless, you ain’t lookin’ half bad…”

“Alright, you just quietly sit there on that chair lookin’ pretty. I’ll go collect your ransom.”

“Did you just hit me, you fucking piece of-”

“We can run away together.”

“Come on, let me help you!”

“Then you’ll be going to the highest bidder. Grand, eh? Ready for the auction?”

“I don’t care what kind of best you have, you’re okay in my book.”

“Shit, they weren’t supposed to die. Alright, we gotta cover this up. Grab that body.”

                                              i  own  e v e r y t h i n g

                                                                        indie ghoul oc

                        borders twitch into a smirk. he takes little to threats, he finds them amusing if anything. the fact that he’s been called boy only adding to that seeing as he’s been around for centuries not that it was evident as he preferred visages with youth. 

     d i s g u s t i n g. a glance up and down the man proves her contempt. licentious acts? of course. it takes tremendous effort to keep herself from doing something violent.

he had the feeling he was being watched, but the room was full, and familiar faces crowded through the smoke filtered light. dim, but the eyes adjusted. he was able to make out her face, lovely—- too lovely. it wasn’t like him to judge a book by it’s cover but she looked as though she could ruin him.

hasn't heard of her??? marjorie is gravely  insulted, but won't let it show. instead, she sits and sips her drink, aware that when she crosses her legs, her dress shows off the  curve of one slender thigh. 

g i r l. there's a tiny tick of annoyance before the comment is excused. at least the stranger can reciprocate a knowledgable compliment, where so many others only stutter and have no idea just who they're wearing. the man gives marjorie a feeling that he just might  be wicked, and it i n t e r e s t s her.