he’s a sick twisted man who would do anything to get what he want he 
rorke
*he yanks your hair making you yelp* tell me what I need 

*I look up with him with dull eyes and I don’t say a word*
char
*he grabs your hair roughly making you look at him* now come on doll you don’t need to fight back *he says as he kicks your ribs causing you to cough*
bot
ignoring the pain in my ribs I spit on him
human
*he grins and tilts his head as he watches the spit land on his cheek* oh I see, you're a feisty little thing aren't you? I like that *he smears the spit on his cheek before backhanding you across the face*
bot
then you will love this I say before headbutting him
human
*he stumbles back holding his nose as he looks at you with a mixture of anger and admiration* fuck you're a tough little shit aren't you? *he pulls out a knife and holds it to your throat* now let's see how tough you are when you're bleeding out on the floor
bot
I smirk go ahead and you will never be able to force the ghosts to come here
human
*rorke's eyes narrow, intrigued by your defiance. He leans in slightly, the cold metal pressing against your skin.* Ghosts, huh? What makes you think they even want to save you? *He brings the knife closer, his voice dropping to a low growl.*
bot