Hard Hitting Questions の小説・ストーリー

I walk to him and I sit on the chair in front of him with the clipper in one hand and the other I have a baseball bat. “So, I’m gonna ask you some questions and I want some answers” - I say “And if I don’t give you the answers?” - he says with a smile “Sweetheart, this is how it’s gonna be, I’ll ask questions and you will answer them, if you don’t I will beat the shit out of you, and if you still don’t talk I’m gonna pull every single nail out of your body, and then I’ll do the same to your teeth, and when you are crying for mercy I will cut off your dick and shove it up to your ass” - I say and I see him flinching

“Of course, you have to answer my question to you. So, what's your answer? The light is on or off?” “All right, on?” then suddenly they shouted. “Ssh, be quiet. Next question ma'am, chocolate or sex? ” “Huh? Wait, choco-” he didn't let me finish speaking, and he immediately changed the question. “Next question, Hotel or motel?” Whatever he asks me, i always feel like i'm on a hot seat. “Hotel?” then they shouted again. “Is it exciting, ma’am? This is the next question. Is he muscular or handsome?”

His question infuriate Daniel even more, so much that he ended up punching the wall so hard that his knuckles turned red and stung in pain. " I do not pay you to ask me all of these questions, you do the research for yourself and deliver what you are being paid for, goddamnit!."

I asked him angrily, punching his face. “Fight me!” I yelled at him, attacking him fiercely. He simply kept laughing at me, making me wonder if he suddenly went insane or something, “Did I hit his head too hard?”

I breath harder with only one question in mind, Did he just catch me again? =====••======••=======••======

My tongue felt tied and the pain from the force of the slap burned my ass. I shuddered as I fell over on my face, my ass was high in the air. Then, I felt another slap. This time, it was heavier and even more painful. I let out a loud yelp, and the people who stood around broke into a cheer. What the hell was wrong with these fools? I thought as my ass continued to tongue. "I asked you a fûcking question! Do you like my dick?" Jeffery asked behind me as his hand hit my ass one more time.

"What are you doing? he asked, staring at me with an incredulous expression. "Hitting you" "Have you ever hit anyone before?" "Yes," I say, and he fixes his piercing stare at me, and I smile. "Only playfully," I add. "Why did you ask?" I questioned "Because you don't hit well," he said, not even adding a filter his words. "Oh, forgive me, I'm not some incredibly strong werewolf; of course I wouldn't hit as hard," I said in fury. I didn't need to be furious at him; he wasn't the cause of my problems—or was he?

I hate that I instantly moan and after multiple attempts, I finally able to shove him away. "I still have eight questions left." I get up again while announcing it. He seems startled with my sudden action, trying to pull me down one more time, "No come back.” “Nope,” I push him harder, “Not until you answer at least one question.” "What question are you talking about?" He is not surrendering when he begins to land his hand on my chest, aiming for my left breast, “I’ll answer whatever question there is as long as I can hold one of them.”

He barged into the room, without any questions and started to hit me. I caught my face in pain as I struggled to see clearly with my head panging excessively but he threw me another slap before I could even realize what had actually come of me. I managed to pull up, despite how pained I was and he pushed me against the wall, reaching out his hand to a scourge behind. "I will like you to answer all of my questions immediately and straightforwardly, if you want to save yourself." He said to me with a red face. "You know about my allergy, don't you?"

God, he looked good pissed off. “Give it back,” he demanded, stepping closer. He sniffed, his nose wrinkling. “Have you been drinking? Whatever—just hand it over.” But I had questions of my own. “Did you like it?” I asked, voice low. “Did you like it when he fucked you?” His face paled. “Stop asking vile questions,” he snapped. “Was it hard?” I pressed. “Did it hurt a little?” I took a step closer. He didn’t move back.