The Bad Boy's Doll

She was quiet.

He was obnoxious.

She was sympathetic.

He was aggressive.

She was hurting.

He was laughing.

She's falling.

And he's falling, too.
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"Swaying your hips for a reason, doll?" I spun around to face him, feeling my heart jump from his dark tone.

"No reason," I replied, watching him take a step forward, gradually increasing my insecurity around him. He made me feel so insecure. Only because he was perfect.

"No reason? You're a tease."

"Am not! You just can't help but look at every girl's flat ass!"

"Oh no," he began, taking another step, sliding his hands out of his pockets. I was unsure if he'd hurt me. Well, we were in the middle of a dark forest, no lights, just the two of us. Just him following me.

He took another step, and he was about a foot away. He smiled at me, reaching forward and touching my forearm, causing me to shiver. His smiled turned to a smirk, as he put his face near my ear.

He whispered seductively, "You're my doll, and I play with you."