❝He stabbed me with a box cutter... almost.❞
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She's not scared of Suga, at least that's what she shows him. Literally lying down at her death bed or should we say death 'dental chair' in the middle of an unfamiliar dark room with a blinding lig...
Now let's go home?! He won't kill me yet?! Oh heck no. Just do it already, why the thrill? He's so unpredictable. I'm scared shitless and I can't even express and process this. Do I have to pretend for life? Sign me out.
"Home? You're taking me home?" I asked confused, curious, and a little bit happy.
I won't die. Yet. That's better than dying right now. There's still an ounce of hope, hope to escape and live normally again. I badly want to be out of this but I have no choice but to survive don't I.
"Of course. You're mine now sweetie," he announces, arranging his tools at the table. "And I keep what's mine," he added, walking towards me. He helped me up to my feet and held my hands whilst intertwining them together tightly. We walked away from the dark place and to the hallway where the red lights are. Probably the exit of this abandoned clinic.
I didn't miss the countless limbs and torso that hangs from one of the rooms before the hallway, with one glance I swear I saw a head with long curly hair hanging alongside a naked body with breasts. It was too much for sight and I realized that that was where I could have been and that it was where the rotting smell of trash and dead rats came from.
I flinched away from the disgusting sight and saw that we were outside. I saw a black minivan with tinted windows. Although the thought of wanting to run away and be free from what's to come still lingers,
Think first before you act.
I didn't even flinch away from Suga's grip, he seems relieved for that. All of his doubts gone, good for him.
He opens the door to the passenger seat and asked me to go in, which I gladly did. He ran to the driver's seat and drove immediately. My eyes didn't wander around, I looked straight at the way we are heading which is unfamiliar, and we came to a halt quickly.
He got out and walked to open my door, he gave me a tight-lipped smile and a forehead kiss. After that, he carried me bridal style to a red sports car which I thought was his, and I'm right.
Got money from other ppl's body. Put that in a shirt with his gorgeous face on the center of it.
We drove again and he was jolly throughout, humming songs and always stealing glances from me. I find him amusing, he acts like a normal guy and he's sexy. I admit, he is. How the veins in his arms protrude every time he spins the wheel or grabs the gearshift and his biceps that flexes when ever there's a turn. I was checking him out again and he liked it,
We came to a stop as Suga opened my car door and, a decent 2 story house amazed me. I legit thought of another warehouse. It's a simple house that looks luxurious with a white exterior and tinted glasses, classic vines climbing at the side, and an obvious coffee table on a balcony.
I didn't trust this black-haired psychopath, but now I'll give one out of five points for trust.
Wait did I say five? NOPE, IT'S A THOUSAND FIVES.
Mr. Suga's got a long way to go in this messed up relationship.
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