PEARL*

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What the hell!

Her eyes widened madly, and when she tried standing, it was impossible cos the water spilled instead, wetting the bathroom ground.

No, it can't be real... right?

"Finally awake?" The familiar velvety voice came from the other side, and she faced that angle swiftly, only to see Roonie sitting there on a metal chair, looking devilishly lethal as his brown hair sprawled in a tousle on his head.

The level of unhinged energy attached to this guy is illegal, he was custom-made from hell.

His left eye is twitching repeatedly, and the smirk is tugging smugly at his lip corner.

"What do you think you're doing?" Pearl gritted, struggling to free herself from the chains again, but it only made water pour on the ground again.

The chains began hurting her wrists too as a result of her aggressive pull.

Roonie rose to his feet in all tallness, and she stopped struggling to look back at him.

"Roonie it's not funny ok?" She said, swallowing her fear.

"There...you said that name last night..." His eyes darkened as he came closer to the tub.

Her eyes widened, and her mind went back to her dream where she climbed Roonie's laps and said his name...

Wait...that was real?

She wasn't dreaming?

Her eyes widened for the third time.

"You kept tempting me, and have I told you how much I like it, little fox?" He got to her and crouched over, resting his palms on the tub edges.

"You tied me up in a bathtub only because I called you by your name? Isn't your name Roonie? You're Roonie Banks!" She spat.

"And you learn to shut up when you should! Who do you think you are, hmm? You know nothing so how about you do as I say?" He glared, and she bit her tongue, struggling with the chains again.

Her wrists hurts so fuçking much, but he doesn't seem to care.

Their eyes locked, and she saw nothing but darkness and emptiness, hollowness and deviance.

It's like he sold his soul to the devil and there's nothing left to offer.

He's really out to destroy her. She should have known.

"Let me go" she muttered.

"Not so quick" he tilted his head, entering the tub with her.

She held her breaths as he went behind her and slipped his hands on her shoulders.

He traced the curves up to silts of her neck, and she gulped when he began tracing his pointer finger on her bare collarbones, touching her sensually.

Again, his scent invaded her nostrils, and she could feel the heat of his presence as he traced the finger up to her throat.

She gulped multiple times in a second, unable to breathe at the touches.

She's new to this, no male ever touched her intimately before.

And it's worse cos she doesn't feel triggered by him, otherwise she should be throwing up by now or getting an episode.

"S-stop touching me like that..." She muttered, panting for breaths.

"Shh" he shushed

She held her breath again as he traced the finger painstakingly slow down the neckline of her clothes.

She's wearing five blouses, but with her hands tied up like this, it'd only take one second to pull them off.

"Don't do it ... Oo -ok?" She sniffled, palpitating so bad.

He slipped his hand into her layer of blouses, and her head snapped.

If he moves that hand one more time, he'd be touching her lace bra.

"Banks...stop" she shivered, but no sign of stopping came from him.

She was about to scream when she remembered something suddenly...

"Red!" She gasped, and his hand movement stopped.

"It's the safe word, right? Red" she repeated, and he brought his hand out finally.

He stepped out of the tub, and she released all the breaths she has been holding.

"Good girl" he smiled darkly, stroking her hair before starting to walk out.

"Unchain me!" She said.

He stopped to look back.

"Sorry, little fox. You're not stepping out of here today" he said, and she gasped.

"You can't be serious, right? Banks! Banks wait! Banks!!" She screamed as he shut the door.

She bit her lip hard, cursing him inwardly as she felt the sting of the chains on her wrist again.

"Fûck you Banks! Fûck!" She cussed.

Who's gonna save her from this sick guy?

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