"Well you're a idiot aren't you?" The male's voice was enough to make you tingle and shiver in fear. His eyes were directly in line with yours, staring endlessly, locked into a glare.
"If I say stay, you stay" the penthouse bedroom window was open, letting the large and thin sheet of curtain flow into the room and around your thin frame. Your silk nightie felt loose, Sehun stood with a gun in hand at the entrance of the bedroom.
Blood was splattered like a well thought artwork onto his clothes and skin. There had been an ambush down at the base. The police had scouted out the place earlier on today and surrounded the base before nightfall.
Sehun was forced down to face the police before he destroyed them all. His group of eleven members making sure to have his back. Shooting and shooting, running and hiding. He obliterated their existence and came out on top once again.
A younger officer, perhaps in his early twenties had managed to sneak in through the back undetected. He had made his way into your room where at the time you had been previously sleeping. He sat by your bedside, still convinced by your missing persons report that you had been kidnapped, stroking your cheek with lust.
Sehun had thought he was victorious but once seeing the young officer watching your peaceful figure sleep with desire, Sehun snapped completely.
Sehun had stabbed the officer twenty three times, leaving the body to bleed out on the expensive rug as proof of his victory. You had sat up at the racket, fear brewing in he base of your stomach, pulling your self up closer to the bedpost as Sehun stalked closer to you, dropping his heavy gun on the rug.
You are his.
His woman.
His love.
His everything.
How dare that other man touch you? Look at you like a piece of meat?
"Don't you ever run Princess" his voice was menacing, deadly low. He placed his bloody hands either side of your figure before trapping you between the mattress of the bed and himself.
"You are mine"
