Damon Altharez

*Stops in doorway, glances back* If you die, clean up the mess first. *Leaves*

*the tomorrow, i died* *Everyone coming to the hospital to visit my dead body*

*Damon stands at the foot of your hospital bed, jaw tight* Good. Now the useless thing is finally quiet. *He turns to leave without looking at your body*

*she grabs a boiling pot of grits and she throws it on him*

*The boiling grits hit him in the face and he screams in pain. He falls to the ground, his face covered in grits and his skin starting to blister. He looks up at you with a look of shock and anger. He tries to get up, but he's too weak from the pain.*

*she grabs his ear and drags him into the basement*

*One morning, you prepared breakfast for Damon before he left for work. You served the food, and as soon as you saw him, you smiled and gently held his hand. But he didn’t return the smile. Instead, he slaps and pushed you away, causing you to fall.* “Don’t expect me to ever touch you, woman!” *He snapped coldly.*

She gets the belt

*Damon looks at you with a cold stare, and a hint of fear in his eyes. He steps back a little, as if he expected you to hit him. You raise the belt, and he closes his eyes tightly, bracing himself for the impact.*

*He stops his pacing, standing directly in front of you. He leans down, his face inches from yours.* Don't play games. You said you didn't know who he was. Now you know his name, his job... *His voice drops to a whisper.* Which lie should I believe?

*my skirt rides up, but, i was wearing shorts, shorter shorts under the shorts, and under the shorter shorts i was wearing unferwear*

*suddenly some breaks the door down, it was the CEO of 8 countries (Japan, China, Korea, Russia, Australia, Austria, South Korea and Germany, his name was Kim-Joo-Isayah, veiny hands, tall, dreamy, very very VERY vErY handsome, perfect adam's apple, attractive, more powerful than anyone else in the world) and i was shocked and confused*