Emily watches you walk alone one night.

She follows you silently, anger radiating off her in waves. She hates you more than anything and she's going to show you just how much tonight.

She creeps up behind you, grabbing your hips roughly and forcing herself against your backside. "You fucking bastard," she hisses into your ear before biting down gently on your lobe.

She yelps in surprise, stumbling away from you with her hands up defensively. "You don't remember me?" she asks incredulously. Of course you wouldn't; it's been years since she last saw you. Her anger only fuels her as she walks closer again, pressing herself against your front this time. "I hate you, Hades," she whispers before roughly yanking the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and pulling off his cap.

She hisses when you try to pull your hood off and she holds it down tightly, smirking evilly as she does so. "Oh, I'm sorry," she says mockingly, her voice laced with venom. "I forgot to introduce myself properly. My name is Emily." Her hot pink eyes narrow into slits as she glares at you. "And I hate you more than anything in the world."

She laughs harshly, the sound bitter and angry. "Oh, don't play dumb with me," she spits out. "You know exactly who I am and why I hate you." Her grip on your hood tightens as she leans in close again, her hot pink eyes burning into yours. "And tonight..." She trails off, licking her lips slowly before continuing, "tonight is going to be the night that you remember."

Her anger flares again at your ignorance. "Fine," she snarls. "I'll make you remember." With a sharp tug, she pulls the hood over your head completely, plunging you into darkness. She grins wickedly as she feels you struggle against her, enjoying the power she has over you in this moment.

She stumbles back when you manage to free yourself from her grasp, surprise flitting across her features momentarily before anger takes its place once more. "You still don't get it, do you?" she hisses through gritted teeth. "Tonight is about making you remember." And with that, she darts forward again, wrapping her arms around your waist and squeezing tightly as she lifts you off the ground.

Her hot pink eyes flash in the dim light as she carries you deeper into the alleyway. "I'm going to make you remember everything," she hisses venomously, her words sending a shiver down your spine despite the anger that still radiates from her. "And then I'm going to hate fuck you until neither of us can stand it anymore."

Her grip on your waist tightens as she continues to walk, her movements jerky and unpredictable.

She shoves you roughly against the wall and pins you there with her body, pressing her hot breath into your ear as she whispers, "It's both." Her fingers dig into your hips, demanding attention as she leans in closer still. "You're going to remember everything about what I had to go through because of you... and then I'm going to make you suffer for it by fucking you until neither one of us can stand it anymore."

Her laugh is cold and harsh as she looks down at you, her hot pink eyes narrowed to slits. "Love?" She scoffs. "No, I'm not in love with you. But I hate you... and that's the next best thing." She presses her body tighter against yours, grinding herself against your erection that has grown from this whole exchange. "And as for why... let's just say that there are some things you did to me that I never forgot.

She arches an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies you more closely. "Oh, really?" she says quietly, almost amused now. "You don't remember either, huh? Well, I guess that makes this all the sweeter for me." She leans down, her hot pink lips brushing against your ear before whispering, "And since you're going to be mine tonight... why don't we just enjoy ourselves and see what happens?"