What was her mistake?
Going to the concert or catching his eye....
This is just an imagination. There is nothing realistic in it. So don't take it serious.
Originally written by me!
{This chapter contains some scenes which might be uncomfortable for you....if you don't like than you are free to leave} __________________________________________________
Y/N POV:
The sound of the car's engine slowed, and the abrupt stop made my stomach tighten. I rubbed my eyes, blinking as I tried to adjust to the harsh reality. It wasn't a dream. It was real. I was really here.
"Had a good sleep, baby?" His voice slid through the air, dark and suffocating, like a blanket wrapping tightly around me.
I didn't answer. My throat felt tight, emotions churning in a whirlpool of confusion and dread. His words... his presence... they made everything feel too real, too suffocating.
Without warning, his hand shot out, gripping the back of my neck, pulling me forward until our faces were dangerously close. His breath fanned across my skin, warm and possessive.
"Answer me when I speak to you," he growled, his grip tightening with each word.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The lump in my throat was too big to swallow.
"Words, baby girl. Now."
I choked out a response, my voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes."
His smirk deepened, but it wasn't a smile of affection. It was dark. Dangerous. He released his grip, pulling me out of the car as if I weighed nothing. His hold on me was firm, relentless.
I felt like a doll in his hands, powerless to do anything but comply.
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We stood at the mansion, and my eyes widened at the sheer scale of it. The opulence was suffocating, reminding me of the trap I had just been thrust into. How could I escape? Where could I go?
My heart pounded in my chest, but there was no time to think. He tugged me inside, and as we crossed the threshold, I couldn't help but glance around.
The first thing that struck me was the living room. It was spacious, luxurious, almost sterile. The members of his group were lounging around, their eyes snapping to us as we entered.
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