The huge man pinned me against the wall, to very simply describe him you could compare him to the looks of Dwayne Johnson aka the rock aka A FUCKING PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER. And I'm just, a normal, person.
In short.
I don't stand a motherfucking chance.
"Awh, am I making you scared? I won't hurt you, that much." He said. You already broke my wrist what the fuck do you mean won't hurt me?
"HAH, me? Scared of you?" I chuckled.
"You aren't scared of me?" He tilted his head, raising his eyebrows, of course I'm not scared.
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I am fucking✨terrified✨
"It's dangerous for such a pretty girl to walk alone, even during the day. God knows what might happen to you..."
"God knows what I might do to you." He snickered, now I'm gonna be very extremely honest. I didn't understand a single thing he said. All I heard was pretty girl.
Why thank you I hear that all the time- not the time to joke Yeseul.
He suddenly grabbed my cheeks with one of his chunky ass hands, leaning closer, no no no no what do I do? What can I do to get away without him crushing me with those muscles? Ah JUST DO ANYTHING YESEUL.
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"Oh fuck."
I gulped at his chuckle, not fazed by the slap I had just threw onto his cheek. But hey at least I saved myself from an unwanted kiss from a man with literally everything double sized except his paper thin lips like, where are they really?
I looked down at his pinky finger, oh my god, isn't that- my- ring. What bullshit luck is this?
"I got lucky today, I found this on the floor, should I gift it to you habibi?" He asked. Why does he talk so fast? I can barely understand what he's saying.
"U-uh, yes?" I agreed to what he was saying since I heard him say gift, and you. Is he gonna 'gift' me my own ring back? I can't take this situation seriously.
