NYQXEE'S POV
My heart races. The store feels too small, even though it's not; the air is too thick, as if it’s closing in on me. My chest constricts with each breath, and I try to pull away from the man’s grip, but his fingers feel like iron crushing, unyielding. His breath is sour as he leans in, his presence suffocating.
“Don’t be scared, little thing,” he rasps, his voice sickeningly sweet, like venom on the tongue. “It’s just a game.”
I flinch as his hand tightens around my wrist, his fingers digging into my skin, making my heart stutter in panic. He lifts the whip again, caressing the leather like it’s his most prized possession. My stomach twists painfully. The fluorescent lights above buzz louder, drowning out the world, the sound amplifying in my ears like a deafening hum.
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