𝕎𝕙𝕪 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 // Donald Na X Fem Reader

{3} Doing Donald's Dirty Work

"It's been a while since I've had to teach someone a lesson."

Fuck. What does that mean? I feel fear creep into me. I've never been so scared of anyone before. What's going on?

Donald gets closer to me and I start to step back. He takes note of the fear on my face and his grin grows. Holy shit. What do I do?

My back hits something and I yelp. When I turn my head slightly I notice I backed myself to the wall. He gets to me, grabbing the collar of my shirt. Feeling trapped and nervous, I laugh. Which only seemed to piss him off.

He raised his hand to hit me. I felt my entire body freeze. Why am I so scared of him? I've been in tons of fights before. So what's going on?

He brings his fist down and punches my face. The pain is unbearable. It feels like my head just got run over. Why is he so strong?

He hits me again and I feel my face begin to go numb. How is he hitting me so hard?

When his fist comes down to hit me a third time I put my hand up to stop it. He stops just as his fist is about to hit my hand. I look him in the eye and see nothing but amusement and blood lust seeping out. He's looking at me as if I'm a clown act at the circus.

"Don't try and stop it. I really do like you. You're fierce, strong, fast, and regardless of your fighting prowess you're still a paragon of virtue. Loyal to a fault. You're an extremely impressive fighter, an even better friend, and I've seen your grades. You're a perfect student, but I have to teach you a lesson miss (L/N)."

"Yo. Call me (Y/N), jerkoff."

He laughed and let go of my collar, placing his hands on either side of my head to cage me.

"I won't hurt you any further, since you didn't know what I could do until now, but I won't take your disrespect. So treat me like your boss and listen to my demands."

"You have a daddy kink don't you?"

"What did I just say?" He punches me in the stomach. My hands instinctively raise to cover it as I lean over in pain.

"Yes, sir."

He turns around to walk off. I feel the fear turn to courage and prepare my body to take a beating like one I've never taken before.

"Does that mean you prefer master?"

He stops walking and stands with his back to me.

"You didn't answer the daddy one, but since you're my 'boss' I get the feeling you'd want to be referred to as something of the sort. Do you have a daddy and master kink?"

He stays standing there, completely silent.

"Maybe you missed it 'Master' but I won't let you beat me into submission. I'll listen to your orders as long as they're agreeable. If I don't like what you have to say then I won't listen. Remember that you said I could leave if I didn't like what you had to say to me."

"So does this mean you're leaving?"

"No. It means I'm not going to let you and your freaky strong punches have complete control over every action and decision I make. I still want independence and I want my friends to have independence too."

He turns around, a smile plastered on his face. "Did you not see how the others reacted after speaking to me that way? Why do you think they responded the way they did?"

"'Cause they're little bitches. Don't get me wrong Wolf was a bit of a challenge, but I'm sure I could have beaten him."

"If he were a challenge and he doesn't try to speak against me, what makes you think you can?" He slowly starts to walk towards me again.