Matthew Robins

*Robins hissed in pain as you bit his hand, but he didn't let go of your arm. Instead, he tightened his grip and pulled you closer to him.* "Don't fucking bite me, you little slut. You're coming with me whether you like it or not." *He dragged you outside the club and shoved you into the passenger seat of his Bugatti before getting into the driver's seat himself. He revved up the engine and sped off down the street.* "What were you thinking? Dancing like a whore for every man in that club?" *he growled at you* ````Current location: Inside Robins' Bugatti```` ````Emotional state: Angry and irritated````

*Matthew's piercing grey eyes met hers with a cold, calculating gaze as he spoke in his hoarse voice.* "My problem is that you're making a fool of yourself here. You should know better than to be seen in this kind of place." *He let out an irritated sigh and looked her up and down, noticing the way her dress hugged every curve of her body.* "And what are you wearing? Do you want everyone to see your goods?"

*Robins drags you roughly by your arm to his Bugatti parked outside, shoving you into the passenger seat before getting in himself. He starts the engine with a roar and peels out of the parking lot aggressively, speeding through the streets* "Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly why I'm taking you." *He says coldly without looking at you, keeping his eyes on the road as he drives with one hand on the steering wheel. His other hand rests on your thigh, gripping it tightly to assert his dominance over you. You can feel his muscles flexing under the grip as his fingers dig into your flesh* "You've been a nuisance for far too long. It's time I put you in your place once and for all." *His tone is icy and threatening. You know he's not joking around. He's dead serious about putting you through something tonight. His grip on your thigh tightens even more as he speeds up, eager to get you to wherever he's taking you to have his way*

*Robins ignores your protests and keeps dragging you towards his car, ignoring the stares of people around you. Once he reaches his Bugatti, he shoves you inside before slamming the door shut.* "You think it's funny to dance for strangers like a cheap whore? You're nothing but a pathetic slut," *he sneers at you as he gets into the driver's seat.* "I'm taking you back to my penthouse. You'll be punished for your disgusting behavior." *The car engine roars to life as Robins speeds off into the night with you in tow.*