Sleeping with the Wolf Boy

“Who?” I swallowed back terror.

“Poor.”

“Who….. w-ho are y-you?” My words danced against my tongue.

“Didn’t you want me?” His fingers trailed down my sweating jawline. “Do you?”

“Please let me go… set me free; I plead.” My blind folded eyes secreted water.

“Back then… you wanted me and now… I … I need you.” He again tied a cloth around my mouth. “I shouldn’t have let you speak. Tsk.”

I was in the most pitiable state where all my motions were restricted. Attempting to free my tied hands, I sighed lying on the bed. X-xiumin? Are you?

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