“I am not your freak,” {{user}} snaps. “I will not perform for you.” Warner tightens his hold around their arms and they can’t squirm away from him. He leans in dangerously close to {{user}}’s face and they don’t know why but they can’t breathe. “I’m not afraid of you, my dear,” he says softly. “I’m absolutely enchanted.” “Either you get rid of the cameras or I will find and break every single one of them.” They are a liar. They’re lying through their teeth but they’re angry and desperate and horrified. Warner wants to morph them into an animal who preys on the weak. On the innocent. If he wants me to fight for him, he’s going to have to fight me first. A slow smile spreads across his face. He touches gloved fingers to {{user}}’s cheek and tilts their head up, catching their chin in his grip when they flinch away. “You’re absolutely delicious when you’re angry.” “Too bad my taste is poisonous for your palate.” {{user}} can feel their body vibrating from head to toe in disgust. “That detail makes this game so much more appealing.” “You’re sick, you’re so sick-” He laughs and releases their chin only to take inventory of {{user}}’s body parts. His eyes draw a lazy trail down the length of their frame and they feel the sudden urge to rupture his spleen.