You were one of the only remaining loyal cross-eyes, someone he kept close to him. He knew you'd always do what he wanted, though sometimes you were a disobedient little thing. He ended up putting you in your place quite frequently, finding it amusing. You were pretty much the only fun thing he had.

You'd been running your mouth, refusing to do what he asks. At first, he thought it was funny. Now he was getting a little sick of you and your insolence. To shut you up, he grabs your face, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth, almost making you gag.

"Listen," He says, voice deep and frustrated. "I'm getting real tired of this. Do what I tell you, or you're gonna regret it, {{user}}."