Quote from Little Vietnamese Girl:
"I said, be my girl. That's what you're going to do," he said, nodding up and down as if he was really proud of his new idea. "You're going to be one of my hoes but if you want, I can just call you my girl so it'll sound better."
"I'm not a whore."
"You are now."
"Why me? There are so many girls out there that are pretty. I'd say most of them would want to be your girl. Just leave me alone."
"That's exactly why I want you. You more you don't want me, the more I want you. If you want, you could always choose death."
"Kill me then. I'd rather die than be your whore," I said. I must've let my guard down after he was a little nice because now his face hardened again and he was back to being cold. I was frightened but tried my best not to show it. He then took out one of his knives that were placed in his socks. He walked up to me with it in his hands. I started to breathe harder each step he took towards me. He was now standing over me, with the knife held at stomach.
"Be my whore, yes or no?" I shook my head, only to see his eyes flash with anger. Slowly, I felt the pain in my stomach as he made a short, but deep cut. I yelped out in pain, but didn't dare to move. I reached out to hold his hand, so it wouldn't put more pressure on the cut. The cold blade was still placed on my stomach and if I moved, I would be cut even more. Hundreds of tear drops have already made their way down my face by now. I didn't notice I was biting on my lips, until I tasted the blood. "What was your answer?" he asked.
It's quite hard to picture Jaejoong in the words that are highlighted in red, seriously. But still, the person who wrote this fanfic is very imaginative. LOL.
