The bedroom door opened, Minhyun walking inside, instantly frowning when he looked me up and down. "You haven't changed yet."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "No, I haven't an I'm not going too." I replied flatly. "An I'm most definitely not dying my hair for your sick fantasy."

Minhyun stalked towards me, his footsteps slow and precise. "You will do as you're told." He ordered, voice dropping an octave.

My eyes narrowed. "And what if I don't?" I asked, holding my ground.

"Well. I'll just have to make you then, it's your choice. Easy way or the hard way. No wonder Taehyung likes you so much." He intertwined his fingers in my hair. "Such fire." He stared down into my eyes.

I jerked my head away, his fingers snagging in my hair but I ignored the stabbing in my scalp. "Don't touch me." I warned.

His lips twitched up in a small smile. "I will touch whatever I damn well please, you're my property now, remember?" He asked, grabbing hold of my chin and forcing my face to look up at him. "Do I need to treat you like a dog? I'm sure I've got a collar around here somewhere." His eyes seemed to sparkle at the thought.

My jaw clenched. "How. Dare. You." I could feel my body heat up from anger.

He pushed me hard enough to make me stumble backwards onto the bed flat on my back, he climbed on top of me, quickly locking my wrists above my head. My eyes grew wide, my heart slamming in my chest. "I remember something similar to this, how did it go again? Oh that's right." He let go of my wrists, his fingers wrapping around my neck, squeezing my windpipe and cutting off my oxygen supply.

I thrashed against him, my hands gripping his forearms trying to fight him off of me, which only seemed to excite him further. Black spots started to flood my vision, my eyes slowly closing on their own, I could feel my energy slipping. 

A sudden rush of air filled my lungs, eyes shooting open, Minhyun was still on top of me but his grip had loosened. "Are you ready to be a good girl for me? Or do I need to punish you again?" He asked.

I stared up at him, breathing rapidly. "Screw you." I spit at his face.

A flash of anger crossed his face, his hands once again squeezing my throat, this time it was harder, I tried to cry out but it came out as a small grunt. "You wanna be a bad girl? Bad girls get punished." He leaned over close to my face, his tongue darting out to up a fallen tear. 

I tapped his arm signaling for him to stop, mouthing the words 'please stop. I'll listen.' He let go of my throat and let me catch my breath. "I'll listen, just. No more." I said in