Cold Exterior- Zhong Chenle

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WARNING://There is mention of blood and torture.

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The room was silent when she looked down at the necklace on her neck, "Chenle..." she whispered her head hanging low. At the sound of the door opening she looked up and bit her lip when she saw the same man walk in with different tools. 'Fuck.' she thought. 

"Since you know fear already, I'll show a different side of it." he said, grabbing a metal pipe to start with and cupping her cheek.

She bit her lip preparing to hold her screams and sobs, "I'll show you pain baby." he said, swinging the metal pipe against her abdomen. He swung over and over again the cuts from the wood opening bigger. He smirked at her almost blood-soaked shirt, "Scared yet?" he asked, she looked at him weakly.

"No. Never."

He smirked, turning around and grabbing a small knife. She watched him as he ripped her shirt open showing her bra in the front. "Such beautiful skin. You already have scars?" he said, putting his cold hand on her stomach, tracing them. She flinched and started moving a bit when he traced the knife on her skin. She bit her lip again when the tip of the knife dug into her side causing a shallow cut. He smirked up at her and grabbed her hair pulling her head back.

She flinched again when she felt something cold against her neck. Another shallow cut being made, next against her arm, then against her leg. "Scared yet?" He asked again, Mina didn't reply for a moment.

"No," she said, "like I said you're a joke." she continued. She watched the man's smirk reached his ears.

His eyes skimmed her body stopping at a mark on her left side closer to her back. His curiosity sparked "A branding mark?" He asked out loud and Mina jolted her body backwards trying to avoid his hand.

"Where did you get that?" he asked, looking at her. She felt her heart drop into her stomach a heavy feeling filling her chest. Licking her lips, she gulped nervously before hiding what she was feeling with a cold yet confident exterior.

"None of your business." she spat, he smirked and backed away from her.

"I think that's it for today." he said smugly watching the blood from her body drip on the floor.

As she watched the door shut, she breathed out. "Please come quickly," she whimpered as a tear slipped from her eye. However, every hope she had was slowly fading into dust, the flame she had flickering and becoming smaller.

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The grip on her hair tightened as he dragged her down the hall throwing her to the ground. "You dare disobey me?" the man's voice stern, cold. "You thought you could get away? Thought you could escape?" He asked, cocking his fist back and ramming it into her face.

Her body jolted backwards at the force and the girl tried to pick herself back up, until a foot came in contact with the back of her head.

Pushing it further into the floor. She listened as the man laughed. "You honestly thought I would just let you leave?" He asked, grabbing her hair again and throwing her in front of the fireplace.

Her body felt limp, blood seeping from her lip and body. It coated the floor, "This place is hell." she said her voice just above a whisper.

"And I'm the devil." the man smirked, pulling out a metal rod. She backed away in fear as he faced her. Grabbing her foot, he pulled the little girl towards him, ripping her shirt off and turning her so her back faced him. She trashed around in his grip, but he held her by her neck, pressing the hot metal to her back, he listened to her screams and cries, and he drew the letters MP. She laid there motionless on the floor when he finished, dragging her by the throat, throwing her in her room.

"MP, My Property. Let that mark be remembered as a lesson and ownership." He said slamming the door. 

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