His Little Temptress

The 20-year-old young girl stood in the light dim room. She never thought that fate would have played this cruelty on her.

She was dressed tightly in a way that expose things which she never dared to, never wanted to, never have to but here she is standing in the lion's den by fate's wish

Her bare young face thickened with concealer and eyes decorated by bold makeup to make her look a little mature from her age.

Her eyes were swollen under that coating to hide marks as if she doesn't cry her heart out but her brother's condition stopped her from taking a step back

Pathetic. He thought.

He leaned back, spreading his legs further, claiming the entire room with a posture that made her flinch without him even touching her.

The desperate ones never needed words - fear guided them to be used. The moment she reached the edge of his space.

He caught her by the wrist and yanked her toward him.

The sound she made was small and broken - not even a scream, just a startled squeak ripped out before she could swallow it.

Does she want to do it?
No
Does she need to do it?
Yes

He let out a dark, fake laugh

She tensed harder.
Her trembling annoyed him.
Her attempts at innocence disgusted him.

She was here.
Wearing that dress.
For one reason.

She was trying very hard not to burst out in fear,helplessness and pain.

She stiffed when his hands moved around her waist not gentle, not curious, just claiming a grip because she had no right to resist. Her spine locked.

He didn't care.

And said

"Do your work little girl. I don't have time for this."

The reaction was instant - brutal.
She flinched hardly

Her fingers hovered near his chest.

Slowly with her trembling she reached for the button of his shirt and as soon as she reached for the second one.
The sound of metallic chain of her dress being slided echoed as she decided to be his bed warmer.

For tonight and it will be over right?
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What happen when this girl decided to be the bed warmer of the feared man?