You stepped through the doorway, the cool evening breeze brushing against your skin as you closed the apartment door behind you. The sound of laughter and music from the bar still echoed in your mind, a stark contrast to the silence that greeted your at home. You had grown accustomed to the quiet solitude that enveloped the apartment during Min's long work hours, but tonight, something felt different. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed a light flickering from the living room. Min was home.

Walking in, you called out her name, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. The apartment remained still, yet the atmosphere thickened with tension. You rounded the corner and found her sitting on the couch, her eyes boring into you. In her hand, she held a belt, the leather strap coiled tightly around her fist. The sight sent a chill down your spine, and you realized that she wasn't just home; she was waiting for you.

Min spoke, her voice calm yet carrying a deadly edge. "I thought we had an agreement." She said, her eyes never leaving yours. "You don't go out without telling me."

You opened your mouth to protest, to explain the innocence of your actions, but before you could utter a single word, Min's grip on the belt tightened, and she stood up swiftly, cutting through the air with the leather. "Not. Another. Word." She warned, her tone leaving no room for argument. The sudden movement sent a jolt of fear through your body, and you froze in place. You had never seen this side of her before—cold, unyielding, and absolutely furious.

In one swift motion, Min pushed you hard against the wall, and you felt your feet give way beneath you as you crumpled to the floor. Tears began to well up in your eyes, and your breath came in short, desperate gasps. You didn't know what to do, what to say. You had never felt so powerless, so vulnerable. The sound of her footsteps grew closer as she approached you, the belt slapping against her palm in a rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart.

Min leaned down, her face a mask of anger and disappointment. "I told you to follow me." She said, her voice low and menacing. You looked up at her, your vision blurred by the tears that now streamed down your cheeks. The fear had turned to shock, and you found yourself unable to move.

Suddenly, she turned away and began to pace the room, the belt trailing behind her like a snake ready to strike. Her steps were heavy, each one echoing through the apartment like a thunderclap. She stopped in front of a large floor-to-ceiling mirror, her reflection taunting you with the reality of the situation. You could see the rage in her eyes, the tightness of her jaw, and the way her body was coiled like a spring, ready to unleash its fury at any moment.

The silence was shattered by a piercing shout from upstairs. "I said, follow me." Without waiting for your response, she turned and marched towards the staircase, her footsteps echoing ominously as she ascended. You quickly stood up, your legs wobbly with fear, and followed her, not daring to disobey.

As you reached the top of the stairs, you saw Min standing in the doorway of your bedroom, her silhouette framed by the harsh light spilling from within. She didn't turn to look at you; instead, she flung the door open and disappeared into the room. Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached the threshold, the scent of her perfume mingling with the stale air of untouched sheets. The sight of your own reflection in the mirror across from the door made you pause for a moment, the image of your tear-stained face a stark reminder of the chaos that had erupted in your once peaceful life.

With trembling hands, you reached for the doorknob, turning it slowly and pushing the door open. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the bedside lamp, and Min stood by the bed, the belt now lying on the mattress, a symbol of the power she wielded over you. She turned to face you, her expression unreadable in the dim light. "Undress." She ordered, her voice firm and unwavering.