#boooo

you've long accepted it, even got accustomed to it to the point you're sometimes (very often) craving it, but sion likes to be mean to you. likes to throw you around a little. he knows it's wrong and he honestly doesn't really care. in his opinion, you mostly deserve it. it's not his fault if you know all too well how to always be so fucking annoying and bratty.

he watches you as he tightens his hold around your neck, your nails scratching his arms as you struggle to breathe, eyes filling up in water. he enjoys that moment when you're quiet and silently begging him not to strangle you. your choked whimpers are his favourites, the ones he's impatient to hear. it's rare that he anticipates any sound coming from your mouth, but your moans make him so unbelievably hard.

"say it," he asks, knowing he's being cruel. you're fighting to breathe, basically focused on not passing out, but he still wants you to obey him. show him you can follow orders just fine.

he sees you opening your mouth and closing it, trying to get the words out. his lips tug into a faint smirk, eyes sparkling with lust—with evil.

"'m-'m sor...ry," you finally manage to croak out. sion loosens his hands the slightest, just enough to give you some air to breathe.

"sorry who?"

"'m sorry sion," you say, lips glossy from your spit, tears falling from your eyes.

he's just so <///33 pLS