Deception is Her Weapon; Vengeance is Her Cause. No mercy.
"You thought you could deceive us. But in this game, baby, the rules were written by those who thrive in shadows."
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"'Look at you, little thing. I'm two sizes bigger than you. If I wrapped my hand around your throat, I could choke you,' he jeered, pressing the sharp blade even harder against her skin.
'Recycled lines, huh? You're running out of material,' she managed to retort, her voice strained from the pressure on her throat.
In a sudden and abrupt motion, he threw the knife aside, his hand swiftly replacing the cold steel of the blade.
And now, it was just his bare hand, a bold and strategic choice that demonstrated his confidence in his own strength.
'You really craved the sensation of my hand choking you, huh? You're enjoying this, aren't you, little slut? Feeling my grip tighten around your throat,' he snarled as he applied more force, pressing his hand deeper into her neck.
'Fuck you,' she managed to blurt out, her voice strained and raw, her eyes blurred with tears and her wounds stinging with pain.
Mingyu let out a low chuckle. 'Fuck me? Yeah? Alright then,' he uttered with a smirk on his face.
With deliberate movements, he reached towards her pants, his fingers moved diligently and precisely as they traced the zipper.
'You want me to fuck you right here, huh? Need an audience, kinky bitch?' he taunted, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as his fingers deftly undid the zipper of her pants.
All eyes were fixated on them as Mingyu harshly began to pull her pants down, while she gasped for breath, each rasping inhale echoing in the tense silence of the room.
'Let's give them a good performance,' he replied with a smirk before loosening his grip on her neck, allowing her to gasp for air.
Seizing the opportunity, he leaned in and his lips found hers, pulling her into a rough and dominating kiss.
Jeonghan looked at Seungcheol's bruised wrist, "Why have they kept your right hand handcuffed?"
"Because I'm a potential threat to them." Seungcheol chuckled bitterly, "And that's true. The day I'm left open, they're gone."
Jeonghan inhaled a deep breath, "Mr. Choi, that's not it. You can't-"
"I can." Seungcheol glared at the younger, "And I will."
"I won't let you." Jeonghan maintained a stern demeanor.
"And who are you again?" Seungcheol raised a brow.
"Your therapist." Jeonghan replied confidently.
"Pretty sure my confident little therapist will be swipped off before them." Seungcheol grinned menacingly.
"We'll see about that." Jeonghan stood up, "The sessions will start from tomorrow, I'll be back."
"I hope not." Seungcheol grumbled beneath his breath.