"Make me," it was a simply enough request. The door bangs shut behind my back as his hand grips my throat, I smirk. He doesn't know who he's dealing with. His face mirrors mine, as if he had the same thought, an incorrect thought.
I kick the back of his knee and he falls to the ground before me, I chuckle maniacally, "I thought you would have been used to kneeling before me by now," I grin wider than the Cheshire Cat. He slowly begins to rise, but he doesn't get much further than my waist before I clamp my head onto his head and shove him down,
"I'm the boss, Bow down. Bitch."
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Imagine✨🖤🌙
Short StorySometimes we just need to imagine... This book is something I wrote so I can write away my feelings, take ideas and put them to paper, or just use it as a warm up for my novels. Either way, I hope you can enjoy it as I do.
