Duckrey

4/5/24- GIVE HIM HELL

I pour my eyes right into Kendrick's, analysing his entire face intently and he doesn't move a muscle. Obviously, he can't see me until I get closer and closer to his face. "What the fuck, Kendrick?" I whisper hoarsely. There's some dumb song pounding in the distance, drumming in my ears. "Shut the hell up." he spits, "Shut up." His eyes roll upwards in feigned annoyance and sips a glass of wine. My short temper catches up to me so I grab his face and hammer him into a nearby wall. "What the fuck was that song, Ducky?" I utter, tilting my head to the side. People are gathering, a crowd like vultures, just praying on my downfall-I know it. Despite their noise, I block them out and only focus on the man in my control.

"Don't call me that , you idiot." he growls. His right eye is twitching rapidly and his lips are puckered up in disgust.

"Oh, come on," I tease, "when you pout like that, you look so adorable."

"In front of everyone?" his voice is gaining ice. "Out. Right. Now."

I pin him deeper into the wall, ensuring he can't escape this. "No," I giggle, "I'll make sure it isn't uploaded to anything. But, I need everyone to know something. I need everyone to realise how you wronged me today, how you ridiculed me and how I always get my revenge." 

"Fuck you." he tries to look so strong but I know he's buckling in fear. I hold him down while I feel everything on his body, planting my lips on him and tasting sweetness. It's so addicting, I can't stop. My newest drug, I presume. People are watching, I'll be stupid if I pretended overwise, but this is my vengeance, my power. The pleasure I receive when I sense he can't help but moaning is priceless. A question lingers in my head:' to hate him or to love him' but that doesn't matter now; he's all that's important