Timeless Obsession

Ep 22: Vulnerable

CRYING BC THE INSTRUMENTAL OF THIS SONG JUST HITS DIFFERENT

(Day 71st)

3rd Person's P.O.V

The morning light filtered through the narrow window, casting faint, golden stripes across the dim room. It gently roused the girl from her restless slumber, only to reveal her disorienting predicament. She blinked, her gaze falling to her own body, which was bound by rough, coarse ropes that bit into her skin. The ropes circled her wrists and ankles, tying her to the cold, hard floor.

Beside her lay a woman, her bare shoulders exposed and glistening under the gentle morning light. The woman's skin was smooth, yet marred by shadows that hinted at the vulnerability of her nudity. Her arms were draped loosely, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone and the soft rise and fall of her chest.

The girl's eyes traveled down her own body, meeting the sight of her own nakedness. The realization struck her with a cold shiver. Her skin was bare, mirroring the woman's, and she felt the sting of the ropes digging into her flesh as she struggled to comprehend their shared predicament.

Red marks streaked across the upper swell of her breasts, vivid and angry against her pale skin. Her arms were dotted with dark, uneven bite marks, each one a painful reminder of the previous night. As the girl's silent tears began to well up, threatening to spill from her eyes, she halted their descent the moment her gaze met the woman beside her.

The woman, her demeanor unsettlingly calm, looked down at her with an almost playful curiosity. "Morning, lil rabbit~" Minju's voice was soft, a chilling contrast to the cruelty of her actions. Her fingers toyed with the strands of Winter's hair, weaving them between her fingers with a disturbing tenderness.

Winter's eyes widened in a mix of fear and defiance as she absorbed the taunting greeting, her heart pounding in her chest.

Minju closed the distance between them with a predatory grace, her eyes gleaming with a disturbing intensity. Without a moment's hesitation, she pressed her lips against Winter's in a rough, possessive kiss. The force of Minju's lips was unyielding, and Winter's breath was stolen away by the sudden, invasive contact.

Minju's mouth was insistent and demanding, her lips biting down hard on Winter's. The sharp sting made Winter grunt in pain, her mouth involuntarily parting. Minju seized the opportunity, her tongue pressing into Winter's open mouth with a cruel dominance that left Winter feeling both helpless and enraged.

Winter loathed the way Minju exerted her control, the raw, unrestrained force of her actions contrasting sharply with Winter's own growing sense of indignation and helplessness. Every touch, every kiss from Minju felt like a violation, a stark reminder of the power imbalance between them.

"You taste so sweet," Minju murmured, her voice a sultry whisper as she delicately traced her tongue along her lips, savoring the lingering sweetness of the kiss. She pressed her lips against Winter's one last time, the kiss a lingering promise of intimacy. But just as their shared moment reached its peak, a thunderous, almost explosive sound shattered the quietude. It was as though a distant bomb had detonated, the noise reverberating through the room with a jarring intensity.

Startled, Minju's eyes widened in alarm. She pulled away swiftly, her once languid movements now imbued with urgency. Her fingers fumbled with the sash of her robe as she hurriedly wrapped it around herself. The fabric rustled with each frantic motion, the rich, deep hues of her robe contrasting sharply with the disarray of the moment. She glanced around, her heart pounding, the unexpected disruption casting a shadow over their intimate encounter.