The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 51

Ye jun

I’d frozen in the living room and stared at him sitting there on the couch, turned too fast to escape to my room, and the stupid thing must have slipped right out of my pocket. Great. Just great. My one lifeline to Titi the one person who would laugh at me dying and then maybe send sympathy or at least memes was probably still on the living room floor right where Si-woo could see it.

I lay there a long time after that, staring into the dark, trying to tell myself it was no big deal. Phone could wait. Morning would come. I could grab it then, when I wasn’t half-dead and limping. I didn’t need to text anyone right now. I could handle this. Alone. Like a grown-up. But my head kept throbbing, my mouth kept getting drier, and every time I shifted the bruises screamed and my stomach gave a little warning twist like "don’t get comfortable, bitch." I kept replaying it in my head, how I’d told Titi every detail on speaker, voice cracked and snotty, spilling about the spanking, the cuffs, the crying, the lotion, the breakfast I ate even though I said I wouldn’t. If Si-woo picked up that phone, if he scrolled even a little, he’d see it all. He’d see me breaking down. He’d see I and Titi calling him disgusting-hot. He’d see me not telling her to shut up.

Another small cramp hit, weaker but still mean, and I groaned quietly into the pillow, pressing my face down hard. "Just sleep," I muttered to myself. "Sleep it off. Phone doesn’t matter." But the more I tried to ignore it, the more it ate at me. What if Titi texted again? What if she thought I was dead? What if Si-woo already had it? What if he was reading everything right now, sitting in the dark with that stupid calm face? I squeezed my eyes shut. No. I wasn’t going out there. Not like this. Not crawling again. Not risking him seeing me look this wrecked.

But my stomach gurgled once more, loud in the quiet, and I cursed under my breath. Fine. I’d think about it. Just think. Not move yet. But the nagging wouldn’t stop. My one lifeline to Titi and it was probably still on the living room floor right where Si-woo could see it.

I lay there debating for another twenty minutes. I could wait till morning. I could suffer in silence. I did not need to text anyone. My head hurt. My ass hurt. Everything hurt. But then my stomach gave another warning gurgle. It was low and mean. It twisted just enough to remind me the pork was not done with me. Fuck it. I need to tell Titi I am dying. At least one person in the world should know I went out like a pathetic bottom who could not say no to pork. I listened hard. The house was dead quiet. No footsteps. No TV. Nothing. I dragged myself up. My legs shook. I unlocked the door as quietly as I could.

Every step was torture. Tiny little limps. The bruises throbbed with each move. My insides twisted like someone was squeezing them. I kept one hand on the wall for balance. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. The hallway felt endless. Dark. Cold. My heart pounded loud in my ears. What if Si-woo heard me? What if he was waiting? I pushed the thought away. Just get the phone. Get back to bed. Done.

The living room was dark. I spotted my phone right away. Face-down on the floor near the couch. Perfect. Si-woo must have gone to his room. I was home free. My pulse slowed a little. I shuffled closer. Each step sent fresh pain shooting up my legs. I bent down slowly. Way too slow. My ass screamed at the angle. The bruises burned like fire. My fingers reached out. They closed around the phone.

The screen lit up in my hand.

Titi. Of course. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The message popped up: you alive or did the pork win?

I snorted. Half laugh. Half groan. My thumbs moved fast. Or tried to. They were clumsy from the leftover drunk and the pain. I kept hitting the wrong keys. "Come on, stupid thing," I muttered under my breath. my ass is literally trying to murder me from the inside, send help or at least ice packs and sympathy.

The phone buzzed again in my hand. Another message from her. Probably more evil teasing. That was it. My grip slipped. The stupid thing tumbled out of my fingers. It clattered loud on the hardwood floor. The sound echoed. Screen flashing bright in the dark.

My heart stopped.

Before I could even curse, movement came from the couch.

Si-woo was there the whole time.

He had been sitting in the dark like some kind of creep. Phone in his own hand. Probably waiting for me to do exactly this. My blood ran cold. He moved fast. Too fast. He leaned down and scooped my phone up before I could grab it back. His thumb swiped across the screen like it was nothing. I saw his eyes narrow. He scrolled. He read. The entire thread. All of it.

My wrecked voice on speaker earlier. Telling Titi every detail. The spanking that left me raw. The cuffs that bit into my wrists. The crying I could not stop. The lotion he rubbed in so careful. The breakfast I ate even though I said no. Then Titi’s replies. The disgusting-hot part. The part where she said he was committed in a fucked-up way. I did not even argue. I just let it sit there.

I saw his face change right there. Jaw going tight. Eyes going darker. Something unreadable flashed across his mouth. A flicker. Not anger. Maybe something worse? Something hungry. Something that made my stomach drop harder than any cramp.

I stood frozen. Half bent. Legs shaking. Phone glowing in his hand like a weapon. My breath came short. Shallow. The room felt smaller. The air thicker. I wanted to snatch it back. I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. But my body would not move. The pain in my ass pulsed. My head spun.

He kept scrolling. Slowly . Reading every word. Every weak message. Every drunk confession. Every time I complained about him. Every time Titi teased. Every time I laughed through tears. He saw it all.

I had no idea he had just seen everything.

My mouth went dry. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought he could hear it. The city lights flickered on his face. Made his eyes look colder. Sharper. He did not look up. But I knew. When he did look up, it would be bad. Worse than last night. Worse than the cuffs. Worse than the spanking. Because now he knew how much I talked. How much I spilled. How much I let Titi see the cracks in me.

The phone stayed lit in his hand. Titi’s messages still there. My replies half typed. Everything exposed. I swallowed hard. I could not move. Could not speak. Could only stand there. Waiting for whatever came next.

He finally stopped scrolling. His thumb hovered. The screen dimmed a little. But his grip stayed tight. I waited. Seconds went by . My legs trembled. The bruises throbbed in time with my heartbeat. The house stayed quiet. Too quiet. Like it was holding its breath with me.

Then he looked up.

Straight at me.

And I knew it was over for me.