We walked through the sweltering corridors, and his breathing grew faster with every step. When we reached the door to my cell–one of the largest in the wing, modified for someone of my status–I opened it with one hand and shoved him inside.
He stumbled, nearly fell, then turned slowly, wide–eyed, body curled in on itself.
He was shaking.
A raw, primal fear.
But there was something else in his eyes..
A flicker of defiance.
A spark that survived even in the dark.
I saw it–and laughed.
“Don’t fool yourself, blondie,” I said in a low, gravelly voice, locking the door behind me. “Your courage means nothing in here.”
I took a few steps forward, watching him like a predator studying its prey.
He backed away, pressing his spine against the cold cell wall.
His chest rose and fell quickly.
His jaw was clenched tight.
But his eyes never left mine.
That only sharpened my desire.
Fear mixed with defiance.
The kind of look I loved to destroy.
My heart pounded–not from anxiety, but from raw, unfiltered lust.
This wasn’t just attraction.
It was the birth of an obsession.
I wanted everything from him.
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To shape him, break him, and reprogram him.
This boy… he didn’t know it yet, but from now on, he didn’t belong to himself anymore.
I approached slowly, the sound of my boots echoing against the floor. He tried to keep his gaze steady, but fear was etched into every line of his face, every tense muscle. Cornered against the wall,
he had nowhere to run.
I trapped his body between the freezing concrete and mine.
The heat radiating from him was almost tangible. A shiver ran down his spine as I leaned in, smiling at the panic overtaking his eyes. I raised my thumb to his cheek, sliding it across his soft skin, feeling the clean, delicate texture–too pure for a place this filthy.
But before I could savor the touch, he snapped.
A sharp slap struck my hand, knocking it away.
“Don’t touch me!” he spat, his voice shaking with desperation.
For a second, everything froze.
I stared at the hand he’d hit.
Rage surged through me like wildfire.
Without thinking, without holding back, I raised my arm and slapped him hard across the face.
The sound cracked through the cell like a whip.
He hit the floor from the impact, his body slamming against the cold tiles, eyes wide with shock.
“Looks like you still don’t understand your place, blondie,” I said, my voice cold and full of fury.
I stepped toward him slowly, like a beast ready to devour.
“In here, there’s no such thing as ‘no.‘ There’s only yes… and yes.”
I knelt beside him, gripping his chin to force his gaze up to mine.
“You say no, you get hit. You fight back, you get hit. You raise your voice, you get hit. Every choice has a consequence. And I’m the one who decides what that is,”
I let go of his chin roughly and stood, never breaking eye contact.
Then I began to lower my uniform, revealing a tattooed body carved with stories that no words could
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ever tell.
His eyes dropped involuntarily.
And even through the fear, there was something else… a flicker.
His skin reacted to my presence, shivering beneath my gaze–and it only fueled my hunger to claim
him.
“You’re lucky,” I continued with a half–smile. “You’re too damn pretty. That face, that body… it’s a
curse in here. So, for now, I’ll try to go easy on you.”
I leaned in, bringing my mouth close to his ear.
“But don’t test me–unless you want to bleed for it.”
Desire pounded in my chest–feral, starved.
There was something perversely beautiful in that blend of fear and resistance.
His defiance, however small, made everything more thrilling.
More personal.
I didn’t just want to break him.
I wanted to possess him in a way he’d never forget.
and to now
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ever tell.
His eyes dropped involuntarily.
And even through the fear, there was something else… a flicker.
His skin reacted to my presence, shivering beneath my gaze–and it only fueled my hunger to claim
him.
“You’re lucky,” I continued with a half–smile. “You’re too damn pretty. That face, that body… it’s a curse in here. So, for now, I’ll try to go easy on you.”
I leaned in, bringing my mouth close to his ear.
“But don’t test me–unless you want to bleed for it.”
Desire pounded in my chest–feral, starved.
There was something perversely beautiful in that blend of fear and resistance.
His defiance, however small, made everything more thrilling.
More personal.
I didn’t just want to break him.
I wanted to possess him in a way he’d never forget.
And I’d make sure he remembered, every single day, exactly who he belonged to now.
