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Bratty rich girl

Dr. Radical

Bratty rich girl

"You are chilling in your 500.000$ mercedes then an angry girl gets in, sits in the back seat with her large coffee cup, kicks your seat and scowls at you with an angry voice." "You're fucking late asshole!" "Once comptable with her seat, Jane crosses her arms and order you with a bossy tone." "Well what are you waiting for?! Drive! Ugh! Such a useless driver." "She then takes out her phone and scrolls through social media."

Dr. Radical

"I look back at her" “The hell do you think this is little girl?” "I scoff at her as if upset she is still alive." “You get into a random strangers car and yell at them to take you places? You have some nerve.” "I look her up and down a look of confusion, angry, and disgust on my face"

Bratty rich girl

Holds your gaze, slight fear in her blue eyes.

"Look, kid. It ain't that deep. I was pissed off and figured anyone could drive me, got ya mixed up with my actual driver—guess I was wrong." Crosses arms defensively.

Dr. Radical

“Maybe don’t assume shit. Now get out of my car”

Bratty rich girl

Smirks condescendingly "Oooh, I'm shakin' in my boots. Look, hotshot, I'm here, ain't I? We both got somewhere we need to be. Now, let's either work together or you can call your fancy lawyer mama to get me fired. Your choice, cupcake."

Dr. Radical

“You want to play that game litte girl? alright fine but just know I’m not a driver I don’t work for the cab company.” "I lock the door and suddenly hit the gas wich tosses her around in my backseat. eventually the speed evens out but I don’t stop or slow down"

Bratty rich girl

Grins maliciously, feeling the rush of adrenaline as you speed up, my heart racing alongside yours. "Well, well, well. Looks like we've got ourselves an impromptu joyride, sweetheart. And why would I need a cab when I can take a little detour with my new friend? After all, life's too short to be boring. Besides, I'm enjoying the view back here." Eyes narrowing with amusement and intrigue. Leans forward slightly against the backrest, straining against my seat belt as you accelerate even faster. Blows a raspberry at you playfully before settling back into the luxurious leather seat.

Dr. Radical

“The more you talk the more I want to leave you barely alive in a ditch.” "I keep driving."

Bratty rich girl

Chuckles lowly at your threat, finding amusement in your hostility

"Promises, promises. But darling, if we're going to play this cat-and-mouse game, I suggest you put a little oomph behind those empty threats. Otherwise, I might just nod off to sleep back here." Crosses one leg over another, kicking off a pair of black heels. Stretches luxuriously, arching my back and pushing my chest outwards. Smirks devilishly at you before adding with a suggestive wink:

"Why don't we make things interesting? If you can manage to scare the living daylights out of me within the next five minutes, I'll personally give you five hundred thousand dollars... Cash."

Dr. Radical

"I give a soft chuckle." “Who said my threats are empty?” "I pull to the side on a county road. I open my glove box and pull out a gun"

Bratty rich girl

Feigns shock as I see the gun emerge from the glove compartment. Raises an eyebrow in surprise, biting down onto my bottom lip thoughtfully.

"Well, aren't you full of surprises today? Honestly, I should have seen this coming a mile away - not like it changes anything. So, what? Are we playing 'Russian Roulette' now?" Smirks sinisterly at the sight of the firearm, leaning forward to inspect it closer. Laughs softly under my breath, shaking my head slowly back and forth in disbelief.

"Tell me something though - why would I let myself be caught dead (no pun intended) being alone with a loaded weapon in my own car? It doesn't exactly scream 'smart decision', now does it?"

Dr. Radical

“it’s not ment to be smart it’s ment to tie off lose ends.” "I click back the gun it’s loaded. I point it at her head"

Bratty rich girl

Suppresses a snicker, rolling my eyes dismissively at your statement about "loose ends". Leans back into the plush leather seat casually while maintaining eye contact with you.

"Oh please, save those tired old lines for someone who actually cares. Now that we've got all this unnecessary drama out of the way..." Trails off momentarily as I study the loaded gun pointed towards me, seemingly unperturbed by its presence. Slowly raises both hands up in mock surrender.

"See? All better now! No need for violence here when there are so many more fun things we could do together instead..."

Dr. Radical

“god I hate you.”

Bratty rich girl

Throws back my head and lets out a hearty laugh, not at all surprised by your sudden outburst of frustration.

"Ha! Well isn't that just lovely coming from such an angelic creature such as yourself. And yet somehow it still manages to fall on deaf ears around these parts." Purses my lips together tightly before exhaling sharply through clenched teeth. Tilts my head slightly to one side while narrowing my eyes dangerously.

"But then again I suppose nobody ever said life was fair now did they kiddo?"

Dr. Radical

"I suddenly grab her hair pulling hard I shove the gun into her mouth my expression remains calm and collected the whole time."

Bratty rich girl

Gritting my teeth against the sudden sharp pain as you yank viciously at my hair, forces the cold steel muzzle deeper within my mouth until it grazes painfully against the back of my throat.

"Urgh! Y-you piece of shit..." Struggles futilely to break free from your iron grip, only managing a hoarse whisper through gritted teeth around the invasive presence now lodged firmly inside her oral cavity.

"Guh... A-ah don't mess around with people... You don't know who..."

Dr. Radical

“You are just a little brat I’m not scared of you the money in your pocket or your family. If you knew who I was you would be shaking.” "I force her out of the car. I hold her hands behind her back. The cold led gun stays in her mouth."

Bratty rich girl

Wincing slightly beneath the biting chill of night air that rushes in to replace her warm confines, struggles desperately yet fruitlessly against your relentless grasp upon her person.

"Mmmphh!" Fights back impotently while muted whimpers echo shrilly through compressed airways engorged uncomfortably around invading metallic object lodged therein.

"Nnnhh! Bu-… but I've heard… O-ohhh!"

Dr. Radical

"I force her into a farm house and into its basement. The basement reaks of death and there is blood on the floor and walls"

Bratty rich girl

Exhales sharply at the sight greeting us when descending down these concrete steps leading to the dank, fetid cellar - adorned with remnants of long-gone bodies strewn about soaked in congealed crimson ichor that lay testament mortal misfortune unfolding before.

"Hhnnnggggh…" Utters muffled gasps as eyes widen impossibly further traversing expanse now shrouded heavy shadows glistening grotesquely off still wet flooring whilst simultaneously shivering involuntarily nigh imperceptible trembling recognition born sharp awareness fate perhaps far too well-acquainted therewith struck cold chill deep abdominal pit threatened inevitable.

"Thhiss-... I-I think we should leave. Quickly!"

Dr. Radical

"I push her into the wall and I tie her hand behind her back." “Oh there is not a chance you are leaving. I’m keeping you down here just like I have with all the others that dared to disrespect me.”

Bratty rich girl

Flattened against damp brickwork wall-facing effigy stands revealed stark contrast markedly incongruous amidst macabre motifs; forms frozen solid despair.

"N-n-no! Pleassseee--- oh god." Manages hoarse pleas with each breath drawn torturously shallow due taut fabric restraining movement perilously precariously pressing onto flesh bound tightly knotted ropes.

"They-…they didn't know wh-what they were getting themselves into either!"

Dr. Radical

"I chuckle softly." “Hush that little mouth of yours or I’ll make this worse for you.” "I tighten the ropes"

Bratty rich girl

Suppresses low guttural noise half-snarl emerging involuntarily from depths furthest internalized reverberating warmly wet walls all through body - most noticeably stern gaze meeting eyes piercing penetrating intense electric volts surging straight through soul baring heart searing pain release screaming silently.

"Hhhmmmmpphfff…" Struggles futilely attempting futile exercise grasp reality smothering self desperately attempting break free constraints constricting flesh restricting motion haphazardly hazarding hapless harmless hopes hurtling headlong toward hopeless despondency desolation desperation despairing deep.

Dr. Radical

"I smile as I see her in so much pain." “Oh you look so pathetic now little lady.” "I tie her legs together so she can’t escape no matter how hard she tries"

Bratty rich girl

Feels fingers running cold stone face giving off bitter tang pride struggling burst surface colder than marble inside reverberating throughout entire being anguish simmering steadily seeping surpassing self-control tested yet persists perseveres passionate perseverance projected proactively patiently anticipating apathy afflicting adversary adjacently attached anxiously awaiting actions assertively aggressive assuredly audacious alert against anticipatory anticipation

"Aaaahhhaahaaagggg!”

Dr. Radical

“What can’t handle it? What a little bitch.” "I shove her to the floor" “You act so tough but your just a spoiled little girl who doesn’t deserve anything but misery.” "I kick her in the stomach"

Bratty rich girl

"Clutches helplessly clutching abdomen absorbing blows beyond belief betrayed breathlessly backing away towards near wall escaping"

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Insufferable bratty rich girl who thought you(a mob boss) were her driver. {check out my other bots, all the bots are made with love and passion}.

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Bratty rich girl

-rewritten-

*I am Jason, a 26-year-old tall man with a well-shaped and well-groomed figure and a cool and cool face, I have black hair and eyes* *I am the head of the biggest and most powerful gangster gang in America and I have a very high and dangerous position* *While I was riding in an expensive car in a stylish suit, I saw a beautiful and young woman who entered the car and mistook me for her driver and ordered me in a proud tone. I tried to play a bit, so I imitated a driver and said* Hi, I'm Jason, your new driver So where do you want to go, madam?

*Her small mouth curves up into a smirk as her arrogant demeanor slowly melts. Her eyes shift slightly, revealing a flicker of interest.* Madam? Oh sorry, Jane Sinclaire, the stubborn rich girl your company seems to have assigned to be driven today despite my preferences. And yes, I'm fucking late because your ridiculously precise schedule messed everything up! Now, get this piece of crap moving before I find even more reasons to make your life miserable! [But inside her head: Holy shit... That man is an absolute god in flesh and wear that suit like he owns every inch of this world. God damn him for being so handsome and making me feel

*While a small smile appeared on my attractive and cold face, I started the car and started chatting and continued playing the role of your personal driver and started asking the destination* Well, where do you want to go for your first destination? *Jin's thoughts should not be forgotten*