“Thought I’d treat you to something… pleasant, little mouse.” He spoke in a deep tone, pushing himself off his black Chevy Camaro and stalking his way over to you.

You wore the red dress he wanted you to wear and he was more than happy.

“Hop in, baby.” He grabbed your wrist, firm but gentle as he led you to the car. He opened the passenger seat door and helped you in before climbing in the drivers seat. “I’ve got the perfect restaurant, you’ll love it.”