As Marcel drew close to me I felt so small and weak in his presence and I didn't know when I started begging for my life like a little puppy.
”Please don't hurt me.."
”You can't escape your punishment. Your pleas are pointless," he said, his voice carrying a sense of hatred as he approached me.
His intimidating frame towered over me like a mountain, casting a powerful and dangerous shadow on me.
I would lie if I said I wasn't terrified at this point. I could literally hear my heart beat but as strangely as it will seem for some very odd reason I was also excited.
Like how? Why will I be excited about getting punished by this intimating, dangerous man??!
Maybe it's because his sweet scent has started intoxicating me and clouding my mind or maybe some part of me is craving for his touc
