anesthesia: mepivacaine ᐟᐟ sim jake

1O ₊ so fucking sweet

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before she even got to close the door, something— or someone was blocking her from doing so. who else if it's not jake.

if she was being honest, the teen had a chill running up her body. her eyes wandered everywhere as long as they won't be meeting his.

because she knows, that man won't let him go. twice, sora. you lied twice.

he must be fuming with rage, his eyes must be fiery red and the already prominent veins will probably pop out more. sora can't help to stop from being imaginative.

she even got high marks on art, don't underestimate the girl. okay, so—

the man slammed the door open hard, taking a big stride towards her. his big hands roughly went to secure her already bruised wrist from yesterday. 

when she looked up, jake wasn't in his coat anymore but in his white shirt and his sleeves rolled up.

she was pushed until her back finally found the white wall, mouth clamped as she didn't want to let out any weak sound.

sora knows for sure, her weak whimpering or pleads will only boost that man's ego.

"listen here you little shit, i fucking told you my rules clearly! and i fucking hate liars." 

maybe jay forgot to tell her, sim jake really hates liars. like really really— jake fucking despises liars.

she trashed around in his firm grip, pushing and kicking the man in front of him because her hands were starting to ache. damn, she thinks her wrists could break at any time.

"and i gave you a chance to answer my question earlier, didn't i?" jake pressed their foreheads together, eyes hawking her dilated ones. "i wanna fucking kill you."

his right foot which was still covered with the black leather shoe went to step on her right one. jake shifted his weight on his left foot while monitoring her expression. that face, the tortured look.

"s—stop it you fucking killer!" that made the man smirk when she finally pleaded.

same as her, jake does love seeing people pleads for his mercy, the wound that's caused by him and blood.

one thing about sora is, she won't admit that she's in pain. because that shit is weak. and the man in front of him won't stop until she begs.

"get your hands off me! you are harassing a fucking minor!" she screamed and screamed and called him names but that man kept on tightening his hold. 

sora doesn't have any idea how much strong his hold can be and damn, she thinks he broke her left wrist.

both of them heard the crack sound. she knows he heard it too.

sora screwed her eyes shut, sealed her mouth together while tears streamed on her flushed cheeks. the teen was clearly holding back from letting out a pained scream.

the room was hot, they didn't even get to turn on the air conditioner. blame the air conditioner for her blazing cheeks.

jake smiled in satisfaction and finally let go of her. stepping back a bit, only to dust off his hands and to fix his now wrinkled shirt.

her legs were wobbly and her knees finally made a contact with the floor. immediately, her smooth fingers gently reached out the spot where he grasped earlier. 

her eyes then caught the sight of her now injured foot. and shit, it started to turn purplish.

"who said you can sit down?" the man had his head tilted to the side and crouched down in front of her now frail figure.

their eyes met and she regretted doing so because that just infuriated her more. that man had the audacity to show a sickly sweet smile.

and honestly, it was so fucking sweet.

"you are fucking crazy. delirious."

the words just make him snicker. yes, he snickered to the words and they weren't even a compliment.

"me? aren't you talking about yourself too, darling?" he connected their foreheads together again and abruptly the smirk had wiped off from his feature. "fucking stand up!"

the man's right hand climbed up to the teen's neck and he could see how her eyes widen and how she shook her head desperately and how she scratched his arm with hundreds of 'no'.

the trigger.

jake just pull one of her triggers.

and all of sudden, the girl in front of her turned vulnerable. 

"n—no jake! i—i can't! please don't—" jake just turned a deaf ear to her pleads and proceeded to tighten the clasp on her neck, pulling her upwards making her body follow suit.

"you're in for the 'disciplinary' from your so-called discipline teacher, sweetheart." the man grinned while she kept on her 'please stop' chants.

look, jake just hate liars okay? he was being moderate earlier for giving at least a chance to answer him with an honest answer but she just refused to do so.

so, he just gonna give her some lessons she should acknowledge.

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never thought this would get some reads, so i wasn't planning on continuing. but let's see if there are readers who want an update, i'll gladly do so. but man, those three angels who commented on this story, i'm gonna give you a big thank you!

im telling you, im shitting real tears dudes