I lay still on my bed, feeling the white satin sheets beneath me. The apartment is quiet and warm, though the balcony door on the opposite wall is open. A slight buzz comes from my phone and I hastily check but it's not the notification I was hoping for. Oh Jumin... When will you answer my texts?

I take a moment to gaze at my lock screen. His hand is firmly wrapped around my throat in the picture, pressing me against the sheets, my hands bound with a red silk ribbon. I can't help but wish I was back to that moment when he took the photo. His deep voice still plays in my head, calling me. "Ama.. Amaris.. My little princess.. You make Daddy so happy.."

Sighing, I click my cell phone off and place it on my bare chest. The cool metal makes me shiver and I savor the feeling.

I miss the feeling too much. My beloved Jumin has been away for work for only 4 days now yet I crave nothing more than to be back in his arms. I long for the pressure of his body against mine. I've tried but nothing I can do to myself could quite match the love he makes to me.

There's a gentle rustle at the balcony but I think nothing of it, too deep in thought to care. Only a moment passes before I hear it again, however no one appears to be there.

Not that I would imagine anyone COULD be, as my apartment is on the 8th floor of a wealthy apartment complex. To scale the building to my balcony would mean bypassing several high tech security cameras and sneak by many full one-sided glass windows. Not to mention staying out of sight of all the rich people partying and having moonlit sex. Plus the incredible skill it would take to scale such a height makes me feel childish for even entertaining the thought of a person out on the balcony.

I sigh, shivering once more. I never thought I would be so touch-starved as to have fantasies of strangers breaking into my apartment. Though it would be a thrilling story, especially if the sex is good. I let my mind wander. What if someone were to break it? I like to believe it would be incredibly sexy...

There are footsteps at the balcony. I notice this time. It takes a second or two to process what I'm hearing. This must be all in my head, right? I hold my breath and stay pressed against the sheets, curling my legs slightly to conceal my naked tight monster pussy.

A gunshot rings through the room and the open glass doors of the balcony shatter, shards crashing to the carpeted floor, sparkling in the moonlight. Reflexes kick in at the shock of the shot, my phone falling to the floor. My hand grabs for it but the adrenaline in my veins prevents my shaky arm from getting it off the floor. A lanky figure stands on the balcony, though I only catch a glimpse through the fluttering of the expensive curtains.

It's eerily quiet and the cold begins creeping into the room. The man on the balcony must still be there but I can't work up the courage to move off the bed.

"Amaris.." A voice grunts from behind the balcony door curtains. Something red is visible through a tear in the fabric. The voice was rough, yet young. It sounded familiar but I couldn't place where I had heard it before.

I gasp, startled by hearing my own name. My fingers still gripping the bed sheet, I look up squinting into the darkness, trying to make out the figure out there. The man steps into the apartment, glass c r si py crunching under his thick boot soles. 

an // what the fuck did i write lmao