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Sir escorts me out of the club, into his limo. The driver nods respectfully at me, and opens the door.
"Where to, sir?"
"Home, Howard."
He nods, shutting the door behind us. The partition is rolled up. It's just me, and this man in a black suit, and a white smile.
This man who has commandeered my soul, and practically enslaved it. A man I met a mere few hours ago, whose name I don't even know.
A man who captured me.
Who looks hungry. But not for me. No, he craves my destruction. I can feel it in his gaze—he's admiring the wood before he sets it ablaze.
"Come closer," he purrs, "Don't be shy, little one."
Shy? Shy is when you're about o sing in front of a hundred people. What I feel, is dread.
"What will you do to me?"
Gone is the grinning an of a few seconds ago. In his place, a stern frown.
"Get over here. I will not tell you twice."
I want to sass him. You did not tell me once, I want to say. Instead I shuffle an inch closer. Dissatisfied, he hauls me in his lap.
His hand grips my jaw in fury.
"Why are you being a naughty girl, hm? Do you want to be punished?"
I shake my head no.
"Good girl."
Only, he seems dissatisfied. Like, he really wanted to look punish me. But of course he did...
It's quiet for a moment.
"You asked what I will do to you?"
I nod, looking away. Clutching my chin he grins at me ferociously.
"That is wrong question. What you should be asking is what won't I do to you?"
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