His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter three

The dank, suffocating smell of the room weighed heavily down on the air. Letting out a small breath, you opened your eyes. You were in a dark, seemingly abandoned room. The walls crumbling from age, coated with dense spider webs. you recognised it as the room in which you had been spying on, although the victim from earlier was nowhere to be seen. The boards over the windows tried feebly to block out the leering moonlight that was casting a ghastly silver light over the centre of the room.

Yawning, you tried to stretch- Only to find that thick, course rope digging into your wrists and ankles. Interesting... Arching your back to flex your muscles, you continued to study the room. That's when you felt a sudden presence behind you, one that had clearly been hiding before now, most likely observing.

Tilting your head back over the worn wooden chair, you came face to face with the man that you had been following for the past few days. He had straight long hair that was pretty well kept, I'll have to ask what kind of conditioner he uses. He wore a mask covering half of his face, but regardless you could tell he was wildly attractive from his sharp bone structure.

The masked man walked around the chair, not making a sound. You followed his every movement, refusing to let your eye contact break. Your heart beat loudly in my chest, not from fear, but from lust. you had seen this man in all his glory and marvelled at his pure wickedness. A dark force of evil manifested in the gorgeous man standing over you. Being tied up and expectantly waiting for him to aim his wickedness at you, you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation.

You could tell he knew what you doing, your eyes betraying the wanting you felt. you tilted your head up closer to him and raised an eyebrow, daring him to make his move. His unwavering stare making you feel hot. The silence was broken as he finally decided to address you.

"Who are you"

His deep voice took you by surprise, you hadn't expected it to be so sexy and commanding.
Sighing, you leant back in the chair, a cocky expression wiping over your face as you teased him with silence. Apparently he didn't like this response.

You felt a strong hand close around the index finger on your right hand, and with an ear splitting 'crack' waves of pain when flooding down your arm. A small scream escaped your lips, but it quickly morphed into a moan as you threw my head back in an rivalling mixture of agony and pleasure. Biting your bottom lip to stop any more noise escaping, you pulled your head forwards and met his eyes.

A small flash of surprise glinted in his dull eyes, before collecting himself, returning the stoic mask he normally wore. Realising that you had inflicted doubt in his mind gave you a small sense of satisfaction, knowing that regardless of the fact that he was obviously in control, you had dominated the situation, even for a fleeting second. Perusing, you decided to finally speak up. Mustering the sexiest, sharpest tone You could manage...

"Break another one. I dare you"

There it was again, the fleeting glimpse of surprise in his face. You were not embarrassed at the unconventional position he had found you in earlier. In fact, you were glad. It meant that you didn't have to hold back when expressing the pleasure this encounter gave you. Looking into his face, you saw him finally put the pieces together,

I am a masochist.