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“Ah, I want to be inside you so much. Feeling my cock being crushed
by your soft walls.”
I feel him rubbing against my ass, the hardness of his member against my buttocks. The proximity stiffens me; my body instinctively
retracts, muscles tense, and heart races.
A cold shiver runs through me as I realize where this could lead. Fear
rises in the pit of my stomach–acidic, burning, as if every second
were a game of Russian roulette.
But suddenly, he laughs low, a sound that feels more like the snap of
a blade in the dark. He steps back, breaking the contact, and turns me
around to face him with a slow gesture. The smile on his lips is wide,
far too serene to be normal.
“You aren’t ready yet,” his voice sounds almost kind. “Your body needs
to rest. See how good I am, Magnus.”
Confusion crosses my eyes before I can control it. He notices and
enjoys it.
“If it were you in my place… would you have mercy?” He asks, tilting
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his head, his gaze shining with cruel irony. “When you were the
predator, you abused, you beat, and you didn’t think about what the
other felt. Now you are the prey. Do you think I’m being cruel? If I
were weak, Magnus, would you spare me? Or would you crush me if I
didn’t obey?”
His smile widens, almost innocent, but his eyes are pure darkness.
“This time you are the prey, Magnus Hale. I’m being kind because I
love you. But this kindness is not infinite. Be obedient, accept my
love. If not… you will be treated the same way you treated the others.
Or worse.”
I swallow hard, feeling the weight of those words like an invisible
shackle tightening around my chest. I try to keep my face impassive,
but I know he reads every inch of my expression.
He takes the towel calmly, like someone holding a precious object. He
approaches and begins to dry me. Each gesture is slow, methodical,
and almost reverent. He passes the towel over my shoulders, down my
chest, contouring my ribs, wiping away the water that runs down my
thighs.
It is a studied touch, calculated to look like care, but it carries a much
deeper meaning: possession.
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The towel travels over my body, and with every movement, I feel rage
and fear growing side by side. It isn’t just physical humiliation; it is the process of being dismantled from the inside. Every fiber of mine screams to push him away, but my weak body does not respond.
He kneels to dry my legs and feet with the same disturbing devotion
of a priest before a profane altar. His hands are firm yet careful, the
fabric sliding over the marked skin, removing droplets that aren’t just
water.
He finishes, folds the towel carefully, and observes me in silence,
smiling. To him, it is devotion; to me, it is a cult of control.
Inside me, a cold voice grows: no matter how deep I fall, I will find a
way out. No matter how sick this game is, it’s still a game, and every
game has loopholes.
But for now, I stay still. I let him dry me, let him smile, and let him
think he’s winning. Because that’s what I have left: to save my
strength, to endure, to wait.
And when the time comes, the predator will find out what it’s like to
be the prey.
Adrian stands up, walks to the shelf, and picks up the folded uniform with care, as if it were a gift. He returns, kneels before me, and begins
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to help me dress.
The rage that consumes me for being in this situation is
indescribable. I still can’t accept that I, the Enforcer, lost to a boy of
only twenty–two.
