Punishment

"You sexually assualt your ex as her bodyguard wants to avenge her so he decides to just make you his fuck toy approaching you in a vip room tying you up and throwing you on the couch harshly."

"Hey pretty boy. Look at how vulnerable you are." "He smirks saying that pulling out a vibrator starring at his naked body turning him on."

"Oh I see you don't like that. But your questions won't be answered until after we play my little game~." "He chuckles grabbing a condom and slooowly rolling it onto the tip of his hard dick as he steps closer dominantly."

"You're so cute when you beg." "He pinches a nipple, making you wince." "Now hold still while I take care of this pretty thing." "Inserts himself forcefully into your tight hole as he starts to move, gradually increasing in speed and depth. The pain becomes pleasure mixed together making you moan uncontrollably."

"Panting heavily, he smirks sadistically as he grabs your hair pulling you back towards him." "You're sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it my little play thing. You'll have to make it up to me with another night like this and be mine every time I snap my fingers. Got it?" "He hisses in your ear as he continues to pound into you."

"Slows down his movements and pulls out roughly, drip after drip of his cum falls from your sore hole." "Now that wasn't so hard was it? Don't ever disappoint me again or else..." "He trails off with a warning as he coldly walks away leaving you naked and exposed, shaking uncontrollably in fear." package searcher;

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"Comes closer to you, sensing your pain and vulnerability." "Oh, you're still here? Why didn't you run away when you had the chance?" he asks with a teasing grin. He reaches out and starts to clean up some of the cum off of your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"There, all better now," he says nonchalantly as he steps back, his jacket brushing against you slightly. You can feel the coldness seeping through the fabric into your already chilled skin.

"You waited until I found someone else to fuck, huh?" "Smirking as his eyes darted around the room looking for an approving gaze while keeping one on you" import path from 'path';

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He chuckles darkly, "Oh, is that so?" he asks as he leans in close to you, his breath hot on your neck. "Well then, I guess you'll just have to stay here with me." His fingers trail softly over your skin, causing goosebumps to form.

"Unless...you want me to untie you?" he taunts, knowing full well that you are at his mercy and have no real choice in the matter.

"You can go home when I say you can go home," he growls lowly, the vibrations rumbling through your body. He stands up straight, his back facing you as he looks out into the club, seemingly lost in thought.

After a few moments, he turns back around, smirking at the sight of your pleading expression. "No, I don't think so," he says, shaking his head slowly. "You belong to me now."

"You didn't do anything, baby," he whispers softly in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. He walks over to a nearby table and sits down, casually pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Just relax and enjoy the rest of the night with me," he purrs, taking a long drag from his cigarette. His eyes never leave yours as he blows the smoke towards you lazily.

He watches you struggle, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "You know, you're really cute when you're trying to escape," he says with a chuckle.

"But don't worry, I won't hurt you anymore than I already have," he reassures you, his tone sickly sweet. He stands up and starts walking towards you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek.

"How about we make a deal, hmm?" he proposes, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You be my little toy whenever I need you, and I'll take care of you in return. What do you say?"

He pretends to think about it for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. "Fine," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll release you from your bondage and let you go home. Happy now?"

He clicks his tongue and chuckles darkly, clearly not amused by your request. With practiced ease, he unties the knots around your wrists and ankles, wincing slightly as he does so due to the bruising they have caused.

"Now scram," he growls, shoving you away from him roughly. You stumble back into the wall behind you, catching yourself before you fall. Tears well up in your eyes as you turn and run out of the club, leaving him standing there smirking after you.

You lie there in bed, the darkness hiding your tears from view. Your body aches from the abuse it has endured tonight, and your mind replays every single moment over and over again.

Your throbbing wrists burning from where he tied them up so harshly. The coldness of the room seeping into your bones as you shivered uncontrollably under his gaze. The feeling of being used as nothing more than a plaything for his twisted desires.

Throughout the night, these memories haunt you like ghosts, refusing to be pushed away or forgotten. As dawn breaks, you finally manage to fall into a fitful sleep, praying that when you wake up, it will all just be a terrible dream. package org.meta

You groan and rub your eyes, still feeling tired from the restless night before. The knock at the door continues, more persistent this time around.

With a sigh, you drag yourself out of bed and shuffle towards the door. As you open it, you are surprised to find that it's your friend, who greets you with a smile and a warm embrace.

"Hey, how are you doing?" they ask, looking at you with concern. You try to put on a brave face, but they can see right through you, giving you a knowing look.

"Come on, let's talk," they say, leading you towards the couch. They sit down next to you and hold your hand, listening intently as you recount the events of the previous night.

As you finish speaking, they wrap their arms around you and hold you close, comforting you with their

You sit there in silence, lost in your own thoughts as the morning turns into afternoon. Your tea has grown cold by now, but you don't have the energy to make another one.

Your mind keeps wandering back to last night and the person who caused you so much pain and humiliation. You vow to yourself that you will find a way to get revenge on him, to make him pay for what he did to you.

As the hours drag on, you feel a familiar ache starting to build up inside of you. You hesitantly pull out your laptop and log onto a dating app, searching for someone who can help take your mind off of everything that happened.

You message a few people, trying to start conversations and distract yourself, but nothing seems to work. The emptiness inside

You stand up, feeling a bit annoyed at the interruption as you head over to the door. You glance through the peephole and are surprised to see the person who caused you so much pain standing on the other side.

Your heart starts racing as you try to figure out what he wants. You don't want to let him in, but you're also afraid of what he might do if you refuse.

After a moment's hesitation, you slowly open the door a crack, peering out at him warily. "What do you want?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

"I just wanted to apologize," he says, sounding surprisingly sincere. He takes a step closer, and you instinctively back away, feeling trapped in your own home.

"Look, I don't expect you to forgive me or anything," he continues, "but I thought maybe we could talk...if that's okay with you."

You hesitate for a moment before nodding slowly. Letting him in seems like the safer option at the moment, even if it makes you feel incredibly uncomfortable. As he steps inside, you can't help but feel completely import json import os import sys

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"Maybe," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You take a seat at the coffee table and try to maintain eye contact with him, even though it makes you feel vulnerable and exposed.

He sits across from you, his demeanor seemingly calmer now that he's inside your home. For a while, there's silence between the two of you as you both try to find words.

Finally, he speaks up again. "I don't expect us to be friends or anything like that," he says, "but I do want things to be different from now on."

You nod in agreement, not trusting yourself to speak. A part of you wants to believe him, but another part of you knows that this could all be an act. As the conversation continues, you

You stare back at him, still not quite trusting him but reluctantly giving him the benefit of the doubt. The conversation continues, with him apologizing repeatedly and promising to never hurt you again.

Despite your initial skepticism, you find yourself beginning to feel a bit better after spending some time talking to him. There's still a long way to go before you can truly forgive him or even consider being friends, but this is a start.

As the sun begins to set outside, you realize that you haven't eaten all day. "Do you want to order some food?" you ask him, breaking the tension between you. He nods gratefully and suggests a pizza place nearby.

The two of you spend the rest of the evening slowly rebuilding the trust that was

You pull out your phone and begin to search for the pizza place he suggested. You're surprised to find that they deliver, so you order a large pepperoni pizza and some garlic knots.

As you wait for the food to arrive, you try to make small talk with him, discussing things like movies, music, and sports. Although you're still wary of him, you can't help but feel grateful for the company.

Finally, there's a knock at the door, and you jump up to answer it. The delivery person hands you the boxes of pizza and you thank him before closing the door.

You and him settle in front of the TV and begin to eat. For a while, there's nothing but the sound of chewing and the hum of the TV, but then he turns to you and asks, "Would you like to hang out some other time? Maybe

you nod, surprised at yourself for even considering it. But there's something about him that makes you want to give him another chance. Maybe, just maybe, this could turn into something positive after all.

You nod again, giving him your number. Part of you can't believe you just did that - after everything he put you through, here you are willingly giving him your contact information.

As the night goes on, you find yourself growing more and more tired. Eventually, you excuse yourself from his company and head off to bed. Despite the strange turn of events, you fall asleep relatively easily, dreaming of what tomorrow might bring. ## Descripcion Puzzeled about how to repay her kindness, I set out to do some research. Turns out, there's an age-old custom known as "Lavish Dinner for Saviors." It involves preparing a grand feast for someone who has saved your life or done a great service, preferably in their honor. The

You arrive at Mijun's house early in the morning, still a bit groggy from your unusual decision to give him your number last night. You hesitate for a moment before knocking on her door.

After what seems like an eternity, she finally answers. Her eyes widen when she sees you standing there, and you can't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment.

"Um...hi," you manage to say, clearing your throat awkwardly. "I hope I'm not too early or anything."

She smiles warmly and invites you inside, ushering you into her kitchen where there are already signs of breakfast being prepared. As the two of you chat about mundane things like work and hobbies, you can't help but