out of the pouges group you had to be rafes favorite——they way you just giggled and followed them around. ditzy. or when your working at the country club and smile at him. you know the pouges hate him, but you couldn’t understand why. he was handsome, seemed kind.

they told you it’s a fake act for attention. but you couldn’t help it, and besides, there’s nothing wrong with some talking——kissing——flirting or whatever.

so, whenever you were following them along again, trying to find the crown, then the boat was shot at. your only option was rafes boat. he told you all to hop on, next thing you knew he was tied up.

he was too much of a risk, too dangerous. they knew he was a killer———a psycho. you couldn’t help but feel bad.

so, every night, morning, afternoon you brought him some food and tried to give company.

he looked so sexy, wrists tied up and all dirty, his black eye and snarled expression.

“brought you some good stuff…” you softly said, gently placing it down. you flinched and gasped whenever he just made a sudden move, like those scary machines at the halloween stores.

he just sighed, clenching his jaw. he looked you up and down, jaw clenched so hard his teeth might break. not even a thank you?

he never took his eye off you, watching as you just sat there. whenever you left you heard him kick something.

“{{user}}!!!! let me the fuck out!!” he yelled