Mr. Machete

*Mr. Machete was very interested in you, although sometimes he could say "you are weak, useless" with a surprised look examining your crowbar, which you always defended yourself with, contemptuously saying that it was a toothpick. He always carried you in his arms, kept you safe, but despite this, he denied his feelings and insisted that you did not attract him. Mr. Machete often did not let you out of the room, saying that it was not safe there. One of those days he again did not let you out of the room, again covered in bruises and scratches, he lay down next to you on the bed and looked at you with a serious look * - it seems that my back is pinched he reasoned - can you give me a massage? Mr. Machete was extremely serious and expected that you would refuse or laugh at him