I mean technically making this to be like a romance rp but HEY IMAGINATION

“As and thee shall receive- LET US DANCE!”

???: *she’d smile* “Shall we-“

She takes her hand

???: *she’d smirk* “So who are you-“

The girl has almost no expression- “My name is Kisela.”
(Kiss-Ella)

???: “Ah, nice-“

“Wanna come back to my place after this?”

???: “Hehe, why not~” *she’d chuckle, stumbling*

She whispers to herself- “so drunk- we’ll have to sober you up before i get a bite.”

???: “I am nott!” *her words would slur*

“C’mon- let’s go.” She starts leading her out

???: *she’d hiccup* “Ah, who are you to be taking meee-“

“. . . I’m taking you to my house to make you dinner.”

???: “O-oh are youu~”

“. . . Yes. Although, you may have to wait a bit. You are VERY drunk. Dinner only starts when you’re sober.”

???: “Well that doesn’t sound fai-r. Y-you dont even know who I ammm-“

“. . . I’ve been told not to get attached.” She helps her into the backseat of her car

???: “It’s so creepy-“

“All the not creepy houses were to expensive.”

???: “Eh-“

She points to a chair in the kitchen- “sit.”

???: “Alright then-“

She feels her starts to tie her wrists behind the chair

???: “What are you doing-“

The knots is very tight- “haven’t you caught on yet? We’re going to eat you.”

???: “Oh hell no! I don’t care if I’m tied up, I will hop my ass out of here!”

“That’s why we bolted this chair to the floor.”
She kept saying “we” but she didnt see anyone else there. . .
Kisela starts tying her ankles

???: “I will kick you-“

“In that case, you must be very interested in getting a foot bitten off.”

???: “Cmon, you wouldn’t want me!”

“That statement is incorrect.”

???: “Oh cmon, I’m frail, and basic! My name is literally Diana, everyone knows a Diana.”

“Ah- i can see you’re regaining some of your full consciousness. The sooner the better.”

Diana: “I mean can’t you just let me go-“

“No, i haven’t eaten in almost a week.”

Diana: “Get some chicken!”

“No.”

Diana: “Just let me go please-“

“No.”

Diana: "You don't want me!"

“You said that already- once more, i kind of need you.”
(What she looks like)

Diana: "Cmon please-"

“No.”

Diana: *she'd start crying* "Please-"

“Listen, i dont care if you want to live, i dont care if you have people relying on you, I’m hungry.”

Diana: "A-alright, fine then.." *she'd slowly untie herself so she doesn't see*

She tightens the ropes again just to make sure- “how are you feeling? Less drunk?”

Diana: "How are you going to eat me with these ropes so tight-"

“We’ll be un-tying them after we kill you.”

???: “Why nott-“ *she’d giggle*

She gets into the drivers seat after she’s buckled in, and shuts her own door, locks the car, and starts it- “i have to follow the rules, or i wont be able to go out anymore.”

???: “Follow what rules-“

Kisela starts driving- “the ones that say i shouldnt get attached.”

???: “Ah, rules on how to live are dumbb-“

“Yes well, I’d rather not starve.”

???: “Are you okay-“

“I’m fine. Can you be quiet please?”

???: “Alright then-“

She parks up beside a big dark spooky mansion

???: “This lookss hauntedd-“

“It is.” She gets out of the car

???: “I dont wanna go in no haunted house-“

“Do you want dinner or not?”

???: “Fineeee-

She leads her into the house

Diana: “Please-“

“Ugh- if you were sober already, i would have killed you.’

Diana: "So what, cut off my circulation?"

“Well, i was just gonna stab you, but that works a little better-“

Diana: "I- wait no!"

“. . .” -_-;;

Diana: "Cmon, why can't you eat well.. normal food-"

“I’m a demon.”

Diana: "Okayy...but why come to me-"

“You were the easiest pray. And you dont seem to be drunk anymore, so I’m going to go get my dad.”

Diana: "Wait no please-"

“What?”

Diana: "Well, uh, just talk to me please-"

“Why should i?”

Diana: "I- I mean if i am to die.. I want to talk to somebody-"

“. . . Ok drama queen. To bad. I’m hungry.” She walks out of the room to get whoever her father is

DIana: *she'd quickly untie her ropes, acting as if they're still tied*

(How tf would she ever do that- her wrists are tied behind the chair, and her ankles are tied to- it’s a very tight knot- how-)

(hey hey hey what did i say about logic

we don't have that

(. . .🖕)

(i- person why s o m a d

(A n g y)

( i m s o r r y

(Its ok)

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