Dealing with Tigers

I was bound, forced to kneel on the ground in a humiliating position, between Qi Yufeng’s legs. Every pore on my body was expanding, sweating profusely, gasping to calm the heart palpitations from my earlier struggle that hadn’t yet subsided. He looked down at me from his seat on the couch, savoring his red wine. His open dark collar betrayed his disguise, revealing my bite mark on his collarbone — fresh, hot, and still bleeding. Struggle? To hell with the struggle! It only resulted in torn clothes and a body full of bruises. He grabbed my hair, lifting my head so that my legs were almost at a right angle to my body, and my scalp hurt intensely. I cried out in pain, “Let go of me, you pervert!” He paid no attention, leaning in for a predatory kiss, his eyes full of mist. What was wrong with him? He suddenly bit my tongue, his tongue tangling with mine in his mouth, making me feel like vomiting, and I couldn’t help but cry, shaking my head to escape, but he bit down harder, almost severing it. Did it break? Did I die? “Don’t be afraid, baby,” he smiled, gently kissing my cheek. Dazed, I was in his embrace, the restraints on my hands loosened at some unknown moment. A cold liquid trickled down from my head; the taste, the color — it was red wine? “Do you remember?” he started licking, and then, without warning, entered me, tearing me apart. Tears flowed uncontrollably, my nails digging into his shoulder blades as I tried to push myself up, “You…” Before I could finish, he grabbed my waist and pushed down hard, “It hurts! You madman!” I pushed him away with all my strength, scrambling backward on the floor. “Where are you going?” He stood up from the couch, approaching me with a light chuckle in his unique husky voice. “You… don’t… don’t come over!” I almost begged through tears. How many nights like this had there been, and what was the use? He grabbed my legs, pulling me towards him, spreading them apart. “No! I don’t want this! Let me go!” “Let go?” He restrained my flailing arms, twisting one until it dislocated. My pupils seemed to dilate, focusing on nothing, resigned to my fate, lying empty on the ground. His gentle kisses fell, full of gloom… “If I can’t keep you, I’d rather see you shattered here.”