I didn't want to eat with him, but I didn't have a choice. "You look nice," He says. "♥♥♥♥ you," I say, but it's true, I do look nice. He'd forced me to wear a beautiful outfit that was just my size: Skinny; But I missed my old rags, they smelled like ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, but they were mine. I looked down at my food, "You probably poisoned it," I say SASSILY, but he takes a bite to prove to me he hasn't. So I try it. DAMN, the food is just as good as it looks, which makes me angry because I don't need his fancy food. He smirks at me, an evil, sexy, evil sexy smirk, that shows off his pecs. UGH, I can't keep thinking like this! He literally kidnapped me- I don't need him or his fancy evil castle or his fancy food or beautiful clothes or the fact they brushed my hair for the first time in five years. I don't need this. I'm an independent warrior girl, I hunt for myself and I always will. I'll plot my escape as soon as he stops looking at me with those piercing beautiful eyes. UGH ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥-

you modded your tf2 hours, im on to you phony

+gf, swooned by your massive tf2 hours

you can't silence the law

nice pants

I'd kick yer ash