naughty [p.j.m.]

Introduction

His slow hand agonizingly takes a slow pace up my stomach, the feeling of goosebumps overriding my senses. My chained up form trembles slightly and he smirks.

"This is what happens when you don't learn to obey." He leans close to my face. "I've gave you countless warnings, and you ignored them like the feisty and rebellious woman you are."

His hand disconnects from my stomach to reach my chin, head tilting up for his eyes to meet mine.

"You sick fucker." I spat out at him. I'm earned a hard earned slap across the face. The sting warms up the surface of my cheek.

"Don't use that language on your master." He swiftly turns around before walking to a table and swiping a knife. In the dark room, the glimmer of steel still is visible. Even from afar I can already feel the knife penetrating into my skin, drawing blood and a sadistic smile on his face.

The whimper comes out unintentionally.

"Don't worry, (y/n)." Jimin cooes. "I'm only going to show you how to become good again."

A/N: Because my wonderful readers liked my particular Jimin one shot, I decided to expand it into a story. Enjoy!