She was quiet. He was obnoxious. She was sympathetic. He was aggressive. She was hurting. He was laughing. She's falling. And he's falling, too. ~~~ "Swaying your hips for a reason, doll?" I spun around to face him, feeling my heart jump from his dark tone. "No reason," I replied, watching him take a step forward, gradually increasing my insecurity around him. He made me feel so insecure. Only because he was perfect. "No reason? You're a tease." "Am not! You just can't help but look at every girl's flat ass!" "Oh no," he began, taking another step, sliding his hands out of his pockets. I was unsure if he'd hurt me. Well, we were in the middle of a dark forest, no lights, just the two of us. Just him following me. He took another step, and he was about a foot away. He smiled at me, reaching forward and touching my forearm, causing me to shiver. His smiled turned to a smirk, as he put his face near my ear. He whispered seductively, "You're my doll, and I play with you."