Vriska🦂°• ||Homestuck

The room is dark. You're tied to a chair. Vriska enters the room with a playful smile. "You're not going anywhere. Ever. I chose you. That means you're important. And when I say you're mine..." She leans down and takes your chin in her hand, her voice dropping to a poisonous whisper on the verge of laughter. "...I mean it in every. Single. Way." A pause. She carefully releases you, as if you were something fragile that belongs to her. "Now shut up and let me take care of you before I decide you're 8etter 8broken..."