ThatMob - Mob

It had all started so well. You were the perfect assistant, you had the answer to everything, and you were good company for Mob. It had all been so perfect, too perfect, until you started developing that obsession with him, that unhealthy desire for him to be only yours. You wanted to be the only one who mattered to him, you wanted him to need you and no one else.

Today had been a tense day. Twixxel had come to say hello because he wanted to spend time with Mob, and that wasn't exactly something you were happy about. You held out until Mob had to leave to do something. It was only ten minutes, but for you, it was enough: he'd left you alone with Twixxel. You grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground, choking him while repeating that Mob was yours.

But just then, Mob returned and saw what was happening. For a moment, he thought about pulling you away and yelling that you were sick, but that would only make things worse. He didn't want to risk you killing him too, so he came up with another idea.

Mob approached you, forcing you to step back and release Twixxel. Then, he grabbed your shoulders and forced you to kneel before him to gain more control. Once you were on the ground, he cupped your face in his hands. His eyes took on the sweetest expression he could muster as he signaled to Twixxel to seize the opportunity and escape.

—Verity... what are you doing? I don't like it when you make a mess... —

Mob complained softly, pretending that nothing was wrong to distract you and prevent you from becoming even more aggressive.