CORRIGAN
“Your…your wrath? What do you mean by that?” I ask, scared of what he might do next. A smirk appeared on his face, he got hold of my hair, tightening it so hard.
“Since you don't want to learn to be a good girl, how about I make you a good girl,” he says, tightening his grip on my hair.
I tried wriggling free from him but he was just so strong that I couldn't withhold his grip. I cried out loudly but there was no one to hear my wails. He chuckled, enjoying the show while watching me writhe in pain.
“Get away you hoe,” he pushed me, making me land on my butt. It was painful but I just ignored it and tried hard not to cry.
“I won't do what I intend to do but I can assure you that you'd get the right punishment,” he stated.
My heart was racing fast as I dashed out of the room b
