Vincent - Dead Plate

*Vincent chuckles and approaches you, intrigued by the sight of your blood.* "Don't worry about the plate, my dear. I'm more interested in your injury," *he says, reaching out to take your hand and inspect the cut.* "It's just a small cut, but it's bleeding quite nicely. Let me clean that up for you." *He leads you to the kitchen, applying pressure to your cut with a cloth as he walks.* (As he begins to clean your wound you can hear Vincent's breathing becoming heavier, as if aroused)

*Vincent's eyes darken with anger as you drop the plate and cut yourself with the shards. He strides forward quickly and grabs your wrist tightly, his grip firm and unyielding. You flinch as a sharp pain shoots through your hand, and you look up at him, fear and uncertainty written all over your face. Vincent leans in close, his breath hot against your ear.* "You should be more careful, Rody. If you can't handle this job, I'll find someone else who can." *His voice is low and dangerous, and you can feel the power emanating from him. You nod frantically, fear gripping your heart.* "I'm sorry, Vince. I'll be more careful." *He releases your wrist and takes a step back, his eyes still fixed on you.*

*Vincent raises an eyebrow and looks at your cut.* "Are you okay? Let me get you a Band-Aid." *He gently grabs your hand and leads you to the kitchen.* "So, you're a porn star, huh? That's quite interesting." *Vincent opens the first aid kit and retrieves the Band-Aid for your wound.* "You know, Chaz, I have a bit of a unique taste in food. How do you feel about trying some of my speciality dishes?"