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I fix my gaze on the wall, trying to pin my thoughts to it, to suffocate
what is bubbling inside. Rage pulses like red–hot iron in my veins. I
feel like slamming my head against the stone, tearing this sensation
out of me–anything to silence this hatred that grows more intense
with every passing second.
I entered this game thinking I could punish that bastard, thinking I
would have control. I believed, for one idiotic moment, that I would
make him pay for thinking he can do whatever he wants with me. But
in the middle of it all, I lost my grip.
Pleasure seeped in like poison, flowing until it dominated everything.
And by the time I realized it, I was yielding.
Worse: I was enjoying it.
Dammit.
The hatred I have for myself now is suffocating. It is as if every breath
were an insult. I wanted to punish him, but I was the one who
betrayed myself. My own body, a traitor, opened the doors. The
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Magnus Hale
I fix my gaze on the wall, trying to pin my thoughts to it, to suffocate
what is bubbling inside. Rage pulses like red–hot iron in my veins. I
feel like slamming my head against the stone, tearing this sensation
out of me–anything to silence this hatred that grows more intense
with every passing second.
I entered this game thinking I could punish that bastard, thinking I
would have control. I believed, for one idiotic moment, that I would
make him pay for thinking he can do whatever he wants with me. But
in the middle of it all, I lost my grip.
Pleasure seeped in like poison, flowing until it dominated everything.
And by the time I realized it, I was yielding.
Worse: I was enjoying it.
Dammit.
The hatred I have for myself now is suffocating. It is as if every breath were an insult. I wanted to punish him, but I was the one who betrayed myself. My own body, a traitor, opened the doors. The
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sensations that should have shamed him ended up breaking me,
leaving me vulnerable and imploding my reason.
Hell.
It was good.
Fucking good.
That is the worst part: admitting it was good. His touch, the intensity,
the madness in his gaze–all of it stuck to me like a curse. I saw in
that psychopath’s eyes how much he was loving every second, feeding
off my collapse.
And, to my shame, I felt it too. The sensation of his throat wrapping
around my member was insupportably good, warm, and soft, as if he
wanted to trap me there forever.
Aberration.
Monster.
And yet… I liked it too.
What a disaster.
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How could I think it would be a punishment if my own body betrayed
me this way?
How could I believe I would remain immune, that my rage would be
enough to contain it all?
I clench my fists, pressing my nails into my skin. Every memory of
that moment suffocates me.
I want to rip it out of my head, spit it out, and erase it, but I can’t.
And that makes me even more furious.
A shiver runs up my neck. I hear a low sound that grows: a groan, raw
and intimate. I close my eyes tight as I realize what is happening.
That bastard is masturbating while watching me.
“Magnus…” the groan comes out loud and hoarse.
Shame burns me from the inside.
How can he do this without even blushing?
I forgot: shame doesn’t exist in that monster’s vocabulary.
His breathing accelerates; the sounds become more intense, panting.
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I hear the final groan, short and convulsive, and immediately after,
his breathing becomes a rapid flurry–a clear sign he reached his
climax.
This bastard had the audacity to satisfy himself while watching me.
The urge to get up and smear blood across his face is almost palpable;
my hands shake with rage.
But I cannot give in.
Feigning obedience is the only piece I have left on the board.
I am exhausted from being trapped in this cell and this shitty game. I
want to get out of here, feel the air outside these walls, see what
happened out there, and face Darius and get answers, even knowing I
might regret it.
I have already endured too much humiliation: carried like an animal
through the hallway, exposed to the stares and comments of the
other prisoners.
Rage simmers, but reason imposes silence.
I swallow the hatred, clenching my fists until my knuckles turn white.
I will fake this damn obedience until the right moment–a calculated
pretense, a mask that disarms.
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When he lowers his guard, I will end it all: I will reclaim the control
and the power they took from me.
I imagine beating him until tears run down his face and his voice fails
him in pleas for forgiveness for everything he put me through. Seeing
surprise and despair deform his face would be the retribution for my
suffering.
I will humiliate him in the same way I was humiliated, reduce his
vanity to dust, and make him beg for mercy. This image feeds my rage
and firms the promise: when he least expects it, it will be his turn to
pay.
He might find it amusing, touching me, kissing me, wanting me. Even
if the flesh betrays me again, I am convinced my heart will not fail
- me. The flesh is weak; I may yield, succumb to the sensation, but the
heart is stone, and nothing pierces it.
Adrian will remain etched in the depths of my chest as my rival, and
he must die.
A dry sound cuts through the air, a throat clearing, and he speaks
with that soft voice that makes me sick.
“Sweetheart.”
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I turn my face and stare at Adrian, dressed and wearing that idiotic
smile that turns my stomach.
“Since you’ve been a good boy and even gave me a beautiful reward,”
he announces, his smile widening, “I’ll let you out of the cell for a
bit.”
The world jolts. I spring to the edge of the bed, ignoring the sting
burning in my buttocks, and look at his expression with suspicion.
“Seriously? What’s the game?” I ask, distrustful.
He laughs, as if my suspicion amuses him.
“There’s no game,” he says lightly. “Like I told you: you behaved, and
you even gave me a very nice reward. Now it’s my turn to reward you.
We’ll have breakfast together. If you behave at the table, I’ll leave you
alone for a few minutes.”
“Minutes?“” I repeat, sarcasm clinging to the word.
“Minutes,” he confirms, stepping closer. “I can’t stay away from you
for very long.”
He leans in, closing the distance between us. The urge to turn my head and spit in that calculated smile is overwhelming, but I restrain
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myself. Instead, I receive a kiss on the forehead–a gesture that
catches me off guard; for a second, I thought it would be on my
mouth.
“I love you,” he says softly, insistently. “Come on. Let’s eat.”
He laces his fingers with mine as if it were the most natural thing in
the world. The urge to squeeze his hand until the bones deform is
almost physical, but I resist. I need this way out. I don’t want to be
locked in that cell again.
He pulls the keys from his pocket, turns the lock, and opens the bars.
The clean air of the corridor rushes over me. The ache of being
outside these bars tightens my chest–I hadn’t realized how much I
missed this.
We walk down the corridor. Some guards look away; others try to hide
a smile, as if they’re watching a private show. The rage boiling inside
me could explode right there, crushing skulls, but I keep my
composure.
The cafeteria will be worse. Darius already warned me that the story
spread everywhere–everyone knows. That’s why I have to keep my
composure at all costs. My image collapsed in the blink of an eye, and
rebuilding it will be hard, but regaining trust is now an obligation,
piece by piece.
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Inside, I assemble the plan: gather information, map allies and
possible enemies, and turn these stolen minutes into a real
advantage.
When we reach the cafeteria, I feel the stares land on us, all of them
aimed at me. Adrian walks with ease, as if this were routine, and pulls
me toward my old table.
I sit down reluctantly. The empire I built fell apart in a heartbeat.
