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RING MASTER -Dark -kinda explicit -psychopath -toxic relationship
His hand brush softly over her cheek, the callused palm stretching over the expanse of her cheek bone. She shivers, she's cold and drenched in water from head to toe. She'd been kept in the confines of these dark walls for who knows how long, the floor is glistening with a light sheet of water, the small amount of light coming from the only door to the room. She turns her head away from him and he grabs her jaw so tight she's sure it'll leave bruises.
She'd been wearing the same black and flower gown from when he had taken her here, makeup caked on her face and hair slick and brush away from her face in a traditional Korean bun. She watches tearfully as he scoops up a palm full of water pouring it over her face with a wide grin. She holds her breath as the cold water hits her skin, the droplets marbling on her red lips.
"What a doll,hm?" He mumbles, admiring her face. "I'd let you out if you'd just be a good girl."
Jennie grimaces, her lips curling up into a snarl. He pushes his thumb against them, smoothing out the line. He tsk and shakes his head, "such a bratty dolly."
She ignores him and looks away, suddenly she feels his grip on her forearm yanking her up off the ground she stumbles into his chest with a huff and even with how weak she feels she tries to yank her arm away, of course to no avail. The cold metal of the ankle chain digs into her skin as he pulls her farther away from her constraints.
"S-stop!" She stutters out, not used to using her voice. "It hurts."
He stops pulling her and stares at the tears that trail down her cheek. He looks down to where her floral skirt hits the wet floor and lifts it up to see the ankle chain. "Oh right, I almost forgot."
He bends down and pulls something from his pocket, what Jennie could assume to be a key. Because she feels the ankle lock loosen and it clunks against the floor with a light splash. She slowly wiggles her ankle, she bites her lip to stop herself from wincing. When he stands back up he scoops her up, arms under her knees and back. She's shocked by the gesture but doesn't question it. "You've been a bad dolly, but...maybe you need a little warmth to get better." He kicks the door open and the amount of light that hits Jennie's eyes completely blinds her. "Your lucky your my favorite." He whispers close to her ear.
