His Girl

"There's my girl!" I felt four sets of eyes shift to me; instead of making eye contact, I shifted my gaze to the floor. "Don't just stand there! Come here!" The threat in his voice was obvious, so I did what I was told, knowing there would be consequences if I didn't.
I shuffled further into the room, still staring down at the beige carpet. I felt his expectant gaze on my face, and I kept my legs going until his shoes came into view. His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to face him.
As my eyes met his chestnut brown pair, his hard stare bore into me, seeming to see my every thought. I tried to avoid his eyes, looking everywhere but those cold orbs. The hand that wasn't holding my chin managed to grab both of my wrists and pulled me so that I was sitting sideways on his lap.
"How's my favorite girl?" I shivered from the touch of his breath on my neck. His arms wrapped around my waist like a cage, trapping me in.
I'm fine, I'm ok. He wouldn't dare try something in front of other people.

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#1 in Used
#1 in Intimidation
#2 in Bruised
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