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After eating a bellyful, Lexie sat indignantly in the kitchen, watching almost begrudgingly as her fiancé threw the plates in the sink. His back was turned to her and though the dark, blue shirt he wore aspired to hide everything of his bodily features beneath it, it couldn't hide the muscles that protruded from his back, the broadness of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms. Even through it, Lexie could imagine how built he was, how strong, and now, she was feeling lucky that he wasn't the one who had whipped her. If it had been him, she'd probably be dead by now. He'd show no mercy, not that the old man did, but he was much stronger than that frail midget. Sighing, she leaned back in her chair, silently watching as he finally turned to her, face as blank as a clean sheet of paper. "Come, the doctor recommended that I rest, it's awfully early, but I think you need rest too." Lexie's eyes darted from him, to the window, then back to him. Outside, it seemed as if the sun had just left its post up to the moon. It was dark, but it wasn't as dark as night should be which told her that it was late evening. Now who the hell sleeps this early? Certainly not Lexie. "You can go if you want, I'm not ready yet." Zheme's head tilted a little to the left as his calculative eyes summed her up. "I never asked Lexie, I'm ready for bed, that means you are too." His voice was cold, void of anything considered gently, yet still that fool girl Lexie with an overwhelming pride puffed her cheeks and turned away. "I'm not ready to sleep yet, are you dea-?" Before she could finish, her hand was caught in a tight grip and she was forcibly hauled out of the chair in which she sat. "Look, I'm sure you have ears that are quite stable, I'd advise that you use them for at least this moment because the outcome of your disobedience won't be pretty." Lexie's hand burnt where his tightly gripped and fear ran coldly down her veins like it was molded from her heart. "I-I..." Zheme didn't let her finish, instead, he tightened his already tight grip and hauled her behind him as he padded up the stairs. He stopped at the first door that graced his feet and with his free hand, he twisted the knob, pushed the door open and threw Lexie inside. He stepped in right after her, tilting his head creepily as he looked at his bride who too watched him, but fearfully. With indolence in his movements, he pocketed his hand, stepping aside as the door closed on its own. "I don't understand your emotions Lexie. How can you be scared and defiant at the same time?" He took a step forward, further into the room and Lexie did the opposite of his action by taking one backwards. Zheme smirked at that, somehow finding the shakiness of her movement funny. He took another step and continued to do so, all the while watching as Lexie fled backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed and she fell back, her bum falling on the soft, silky sheets. He stopped then, eyes dark and emotionless as he said. "I'll show you how I discipline disobedient girls." AN/|\ Hey y'all, Lexie needs help, forget about calling Zheme's dad, let's call the cops, let's get them popo! Lmao, what did you guys think? That Lexie was gonna get away with stabbing him? Well technically she was, but now she's gonna get what she deserves and it's all her damn fault! Gimme reviews, don't be shy!??