CH-3. Hold on, Doll.

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𝗔 𝗠 𝗜 𝗦 𝗛 𝗔’𝘀 𝗣 𝗢 𝗩,

“I.I.C.Y.I.F.U,” he declared in a dominant and angry voice.

“W-Wha-WHAT!” My eyes widened, and I gasped at him.

“I saw your wallpaper, so I know you definitely know the meaning, and I said what I said, doll,” he firmly spoke, his voice dripping with desire and authority.

My heart rate quickened as I felt my legs backing off on their own, seeing him move his hand between his wet locks and walking towards me, looking at me like a predator.

“You pulled a cheap prank, you shouldn’t have. Run, doll!” His angriest tone made me feel like there was no room for any argument, and I started running away from him while I saw his steps getting faster too.

My heart raced as I saw him walking fast enough to compete with my running. I saw a wall towards the other end and stopped, turning towards him.

Getting scared of him. What did I get myself into?

I wanted fun but not this one.

He smirked, stretching his arms as he walked towards me. My legs were numb, unable to move even if I wanted to, my mind and body not coordinating, looking at him dominantly walking towards me.

He held my arm and twisted it behind me, clasping our chests together again.

“Why aren’t you laughing anymore?” He acted as if he was pouting his lips out.

I gulped. “Abhi, I was just playing around,” I said. He dipped his head into my neck, pulling me closer to himself. He caressed my exposed back with his fingertips making my breath hitch.

I was distracted by his wet kiss on my neck when–

“You sing, right?” He asked, moving away from my front to stand behind me. “Y-Yes, I do sing, but not for any strang–”

I gasped as he tightened the dori on my back and, in a dominating tone, he spoke, “Sing 'Zara Zara' for me!”

“I said I don’t sing for strangers,” My voice was trembling as I shivered from his fingertips still caressing my back and drawing with water. The rain started drizzling harder with harsh raindrops.

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