his girl

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CAMILLA 카밀라
SUNDAY / 1:23 AM

turns out one of my team set off the alarm by accident and they all fled; leaving me with the pimp of the most famous prostitute ring in the country. what great teammates i have.

hoseok sighs, shaking his head as he crouches down a few steps away from me. he strapped me to a chair and set me in the middle of his basement, the cold and dark basement. "i can't figure you out mia."

i scoff and turn my head, looking around the dull room with a frown on my face behind the tape he stuck to my face. "was it money you wanted? or just a night of fucking?" he asked, knowing fully well that i can't reply with the tape on my mouth.

i groan, wiggling about in my restraints. he stands and walks over to me, gently pulling the duct tape off my mouth. "what's that you're saying lil mama?" he asks, i grit my teeth in anger.

"my name isn't fucking lil mama, it's camilla!" i snap, he chuckles and twirls my tangled hair around his finger.

"i thought you were mia?" it's then i realize my mistake, fuck. "well, it's nice to officially meet you camilla, now would you like to tell me who you work for and why you've made yourself one of my whores?" he asks, a slimy grin on his face which wound me up.

"i'm not a whore, i'm far from it." i
hiss, he chuckles and pets my head
like an animal. i clench my jaw and
fists in range.

"oh really? so you haven't just fucked me to get my money? could've fooled me." he smirks, circling me slowly like a lion waiting for the right time to pounce on it's prey.

"fuck you." i seethe, wriggling about
in the chair again.

"you already did lil mama." he chuckles, stopping behind me to
push my hair over one shoulder
and kiss my exposed skin.

no matter how much tape he wraps
me up in, he can kiss me anywhere
he likes.

fuck, don't think like that camilla.

"we didn't take anything, so you can just
let me go and we'll forget about it all?" i
ask, my wrists hurting from the tape.

"oh but i haven't checked baby, your people could have took the most valuable thing in this house and i wouldn't even know." he shrugs, walking back around to my front.

"what's the most valuable thing in this
house?" i ask curiously, tilting my head
a little to the side.

"now why would i tell you that huh? you've probably got a microphone somewhere, a secret camera so your people can listen in
on us, why would i give away my prized possession for somebody to break in and
steal huh?" he chuckles, running his thumb along my bottom lip.

i capture his thumb between my teeth and
bite down on it as hard as i can. he tugs it out of my mouth and glares at me, rubbing his teeth mark imprinted thumb. "and here i thought we were getting along, camilla." he sneers before walking out of the basement, slamming the door closed behind himself.