"Well, well, darling, you've been quite naughty, haven't you?"
He wrenches my arm behind my back further, I feel every fibre of pain every tear that drips down my cheek, throat and onto my torn shirt.
"Say it," he whispers against my ear, his hot breath fanning. "Say it or I'll be the one spoon feeding you for the next two weeks without your arms."
Not wanting him to wrench my arm out of my socket, I grit my teeth and muttered,
"I've been a naughty girl."
Rated T for Taehyung
{#10 in GORY} [8/21/18]
It was Taehyung.
"You look hot when you cook" he whispered in my ear. His hot breath was brushing my skin which was giving me shiver. Why my body is so responsive to his touch?
I didn't say anything. It was hard to say a word. My brain wasn't working straight.
He helped me taking off my apron then turn me towards him. I was now facing him. He looked at me and cupped my face with his hand.
"What are you doing? Someone might see us." I was really scared. What if anyone saw us.
"Dinner with me tomorrow." He said. I thought he was joking.
"What!"
"Dinner with me tomorrow. I won't repeat again and it's an order" he said in serious tone. Then he left without listening my reply. I was dumbfounded.