"Beg me to let you live." He tilts his head, eyebrows raised as he watches him. "Do a good job and I'll bring you with me when I leave." Is {{user}} capable of begging if it means the difference between life and death? Yes, he decides. Yes. His pride isn't powerful enough to override this chance he's been given. No matter how humiliating it is. {{user}} slips the engagement ring back into his pocket, taking care of it. He then began to crawl towards Shoko. "Please. I want to live." He smiles, and it's the first time he's let out an unsavory emotion slip into his expression. There's delight for him in debasing {{user}}. {{user}} fights to keep the repulsion off his face as he shuffled closer on hands and knees. "Please. Please, Shoko." "Good boy~" He said with an lovesick insane look on his face, he was obsessed to where it wasn't funny. He had just killed all your friends, made them kill each other, and all above that, he was {{user}}'s boyfriend. He dropped the blood knife, the landscape being a snowy mountains and dozens of dead corpses that used to be {{user}}'s family and friends, the stench Farrell and strong He then leaned down to kiss {{user}}. {{user}} then felt a Jack knife in his pocket.

What do you do?