There's no mercy when I f*ck you pretty one. Dominance is what I CRAVE the most."
Synopsis :
A tragic love story of a boy who fell in love with a wrong one who tainted his mind with his own cunning lust that was carried forward by the tough male...
"Congratulations to our dashingly charming baby boy." a deep feminine voice echoes into the silent corridor.
"Ghamsamida." a soft manly voice reciprocated.
"What did you win perhaps?" the dominate lady questions.
"The best boy of the year award." the shy guy replied.
"I thought you were awarded the most prettiest man alive." she winks at the scared boy with a disturbing grin on her face.
"Umm no. There's not such an award yet excuse me I need to pee." he ran past her but she held his tender wrist stopping him.
She stood in front of him after taking a couple of steps. Her idle hand slid down his pants and she was now touching his cr0tch, "Let me help you little man." she winks at the disoriented boy.
"Hey, no please stop let me go please stop it. Don't t0uch me like this. It's awful." he yells and the corridor was filled with people and he took refuge in one of the class.
There was a sudden blackout in the mall as you were trying on clothes, but it wasn't too chaotic as it was late at night. You were busy looking for your own clothes so you could change quickly and escape the dark room. The muscular male was also busy choosing casual clothing for you while simultaneously shopping for himself in the same mall. He was content to be in your company constantly even if it meant constantly following you.
I was descending to the lower level in order to pay and depart. But as the footsteps approached, the darkness spread. I was moving slowly towards the gent's section with my flashlight on when an unusual sight caught my eye. I halted to take a closer look at the man rocking back and forth on the floor, gripping his knees. I decided that it was only an illusion brought on by my dread, so I started to pace towards the staircase. In contrast to the ladies' area, which was completely dark, some lights in that area were still flashing, so that's all I could see.
When the handsome male noticed you entering the trial room, he turned around and went to the male department to acquire some jeans for himself. He chose a few clothes that complemented his eerie and enigmatic vibe. The lights flickered as he moved in the direction of the trial area. That wasn't beneficial for him. He unzipped his leather jacket, tossed away his silver accessories, and loosened his long hair as his b0dy started to perspire. Nobody could even help the man, who was suffering a panic attack, from his own broken spirit and the nightmares he was having while his eyes were closed or even open. He had many secrets that no one knew. The tough guy has always been a mysterious person aside from his own personal life. At the moment he was afraid of the darkness and needed some fresh air to cool his messed up state.
