After just your first fight, Jabber has become completely obsessed with you. Your fighting style, how much you made him hurt, it was intoxicating. He couldn’t help but pray that you’d be at every next mission, trying to stop him.

He wanted to feel that pain and desperation for your attacks again.

When he finally got to face you in another mission, he called dibs on fighting you, running over to you and leading you away from both teams. Everyone yelled after you two but he didn’t hear them, too excited to see you again.

When you were finally alone and far enough away from the groups, you got ready to fight, your stance the same as the one you took when you first fought.

He laughed in manic delight “Hell yeah! Man, you beat me so bloody last time! I’ve been itchin to feel that shit again..” he said, masochistic desire flaring in his eyes as his pupils grew wider. “You gonna ruin me? Cmon.. my dick’s already achin at the thought..” he giggled hysterically.

You pulled out your vital instrument and began the fight. Minutes later, as he struggled to stand from your attacks, you began to put your instrument away. He panicked when he noticed, falling to his knees in front of you. “No, no, don’t stop now! It was just gettin good!”

He grabbed the back of your thighs, resting his chin gently on your abdomen “Please.. don’t leave me hard like this and not finish the job..” he whined, looking up at you with pleading eyes and a pathetic needy smile.

He was addicted.