Nineteen

Nineteen

Naomi

Seth pulled away from me, his amber eyes glowing under the dim light. He scared me, but I refused to show him that. But now he said he was going to punish me.

If I wasn't scared before, now I am.

He walked to his closet, and he came out with the box from the other day. My eyes widened as he opened it, pulling out different stuff from it. My eyes widened as I took note of the whip, and handcuffs, and my fear increased.

My heart pounded with fear and excitement?

What is wrong with me? Here's a man who treated me like something below him, and he wants to punish me, but for some reason, I wanted it.

If that doesn't scream sick in the head I don'tp know what does.

"Look at you, all dressed up. How special was he before I punched him in the face?"

I said nothing, just silently watching him. He seemed to be steaming with anger, and I was done fighting.

"I've been patient with you for so long." He brought out ropes from the box. "But had no idea that wasn't your thing."

I shiv