Dinner

With Jericho’s two arms caging me like pillars, he hovered over me. I shivered as I felt his control over me to the bones.

His words are just like mere threats—like every other man’s threat, I said to myself and tried to regain control but it wasn't working.

His blazing eyes raked my body with lust, he looked like he was going to attack my body like a beast.

Finally, as if recovering from my daze, I made a muffling sound in an attempt to say something but he pulled away without a warning.

Betraying my assumption, he dashed out of the room. As I watched him walk through the door, the air that I didn’t know I had restricted, puffed out of my lungs. I even had to gasp for more air. What just happened?

I did all I did to spite him since he’d treated me like a random whore but I didn’t expect to provoke this dark side. A side which had legit pricked my inner bravery.

Reflecting on the wordings of his warning built a bubbling rage within me— even if I was his wife, I’m not a fucking o