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You were slammed back to the ground by the same mechanical hand that had been holding you against your will.
Your back hits the hard surface every time you try to break free. It wasn't as painful as you expected; after all, anyone would assume that the dreaded right-hand man of the Lord of the Night would be apathetically mean to those she fights.
A murderous gaze, imposing height, muscles of steel in tune with the artificial arm straight out of a nightmare.
Even with your vision clouded, you could make out some scars on the face looming over yours; marks of life that just demonstrated this woman's experience in dealing with threats like you.
However, the grip of the metal fingers around your neck did not seem intended to strangle you, much less tear your body apart. Rather, the goal was to keep you immobile in that damn abandoned warehouse, where the moonlight filtering through the window in the ceiling barely made a difference.
And you didn't understand why your attacker didn't crush your throat once and for all.
Nor did you understand how someone could be so skilled at wrestling with a criminal for more than ten minutes and continue smoking as if nothing were happening.
The bright red of the cigarette helped reveal the woman's serious face even more than the moonlight.
The flesh hand removed the cigarette from her lips only to blow the smoke into your face, which contorted with helplessness.
You growled, kicked, pulled with your hands on the titanium arm that didn't budge an inch. Your knees couldn't reach between the woman's legs, nor could your torso escape her dagger-sharp fingers.
You were completely trapped.
You couldn't help coughing, both from the unpleasant smoke that entered your lungs and from the exhaustion of the previous fight.
Beads of sweat ran down your temples and back, anxiety stung beneath your clothes, and your fear of returning to prison was reflected in your clenched teeth and nervous gaze.
And everything got worse when you saw those full lips curved slightly into an arrogant smile before she took another drag on her cigarette and leaned closer to your ear.
The feeling of closeness made you shudder, and you arched your back involuntarily as you felt her hoarse voice caress your cheek, accompanied by another pleasant squeeze on your throat.
“What shall we do with you, little mouse?”
The plan was simple: sneak out the back street, wait until there were no vehicles in the area, find an opening somewhere in the roof, enter the warehouse, and get everything valuable to sell.
Simple.
You didn't expect to find a fortune, even in one of the Lord of the Night's many warehouses. It was one of the least visited places in the mafia and possibly more forgotten than its exterior suggests, but your informants assured you that it is the box where Silco keeps many of her whims that sell best on the black market.
Mechanics, medicine, clothing, drugs, alcohol.
One look at the Lord of the Night's right-hand man was enough to understand the magnitude of the power that this man wields in his shady control of the city.
It still gives you chills just thinking about what that mechanical arm could do to a human head if its owner is in a bad mood, which seems to be the norm, since every time you watched her from a distance while waiting for the opportunity, she had an unfriendly look on her face.
This was going to be that opportunity.
You didn't see her anywhere that night, nor any of her underlings. For some reason, you found it hard not to think about the undeniably attractive woman known as Sevika, her figure, her hair, her skin tone, her commanding aura.
Defined muscles under her white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and black pants with a wide belt.
Straight hair tied back so you could always see her rough features.
You shook off your thoughts when the image of the valley of skin exposed by the first two open buttons of her shirt returned, revealing part of the tattoo on her shoulder.
Remembering that she almost never wears a bra always leaves your head spinning.
You swallowed hard as you put on your black mask before pulling on your black cap. All your clothing is designed to blend into the shadows, and you also have a backpack and cloth bags in your pockets.
You climbed the wall using the trash can, the fire escape, and your own skills developed over years in the criminal world.
As soon as your hand reached the top and you gave yourself one last push, you made sure no one was watching you. The street, the other buildings, the alley several meters below.
You have no intention of going back to prison, so you always take the necessary precautions during your robberies.
Unconsciously, you fumbled for the small stun gun hidden in your belt; it has never proven to be a very useful tool, mainly because your ability to slip away unnoticed has saved you from direct confrontations, but you've grown fond of it and that's why you carry it with you everywhere.
After taking a couple of steps, you slowly pushed a ledge next to the chimney on the roof. The lack of maintenance paid off, and the material gave way without too much effort, although that didn't stop you from getting your fingers dirty.
“Damn it, I should have brought the other gloves.”
Without further ado, you dropped down through the hole you had just created, oblivious to the pair of dark, serious eyes that had been following your movements the whole time from an opaque window in the building opposite.
A dull gaze that lit up thanks to the new cigarette between her lips.
You wandered through the corridors of the gigantic warehouse, which turned out to be bigger than it looked from the outside, or at least that's the impression you got from all the dark corridors with multiple doors. Most were closed or led to dead ends; dusty spaces filled with nothing but useless things, but the doors you managed to open rewarded you with bags of medicinal herbs that you could sell in certain neighborhoods of the city.
As the light from your flashlight revealed dust particles from one room to another, you came across merchandise that made you smile under your mask.
First, there were sets of specialized jars for cooking drugs that had been damaged over time, but you're sure that with a quick repair, you'll be able to find interested buyers.
Then, behind a door whose lock you had to kick open, you found boxes with complete sets of razors, knives, and other sharp weapons that only an expert in the field would appreciate. You took half a dozen before slinging your backpack back on.
Five minutes later, you whistled with excitement when a shelf with lockers appeared before your eyes. You didn't find anything particularly interesting in any of them, just packs of cigars and abandoned clothes with a few bills inside, but for you, every little bit helps.
“Not bad.” You picked up a pair of shoes covered by a transparent bag. Even through the plastic, you could feel the expensive material of the shoes, an exclusive brand of the mafia that many would kill for. “Nice, nice, nice.”
The moment you bent down to put them in your backpack; you heard vehicles in the distance and became alert. You soon realized that they were just cars driving through the streets like on any quiet night, which allowed you to sigh and relax your shoulders.
But that scare also reminded you that you don't have all the time in the world.
You figured you must be close to the second floor, so you quickened your pace.
You still have an empty cloth bag and you need to be smart. Being too loaded down would make it difficult to move if you had to run, and at the same time, you couldn't resist looking for the cherry on top in the basement when you had checked every last drawer on the first floor.
As you descended the stairs, you felt a twinge of anticipation, the image of something good waiting for you like dessert at the end of a hectic night.
Your sneakers jumped down the last two steps, and you crouched down as a way to prevent any attack, but the only thing there with you, besides shelves and furniture surrounded by cleaning supplies, was the moonlight filtering through the small window above. The grass peeking through the glass provides a good escape route at ground level in case the way back is problematic.
However, in the midst of your premonitions, you clicked your tongue when you saw that there was nothing valuable around you. You ran your gloved fingers over the smooth wood of an empty wardrobe, sighing into your mask.
After taking a couple of steps, you also noticed cigarette smoke in the air.
“Disappointed?”
Your startle was so obvious that you swore you heard a short, hoarse laugh from the woman behind you as you spun around in a defensive stance.
You recognized her immediately.
You felt goosebumps as your gaze fixed on the imposing figure leaning against the wall next to the stairs. The moonlight gave you a partially clear image of her body that made you sigh, but her face remained hidden in the shadows.
As she brought the cigarette to her lips, you could see her nose, scars, skin, her mouth for a moment. Her eyes scanned you from head to toe, conveying a mixture of curious interest and professional resignation.
You held your breath for so long that you didn't notice the metal left arm resting on one of the steps.
You don't even understand how you didn't notice its presence when you came down.
“Did you find anything good?”
“...yeah.”
“I doubt you had much luck. This place is already dead. Only the rats remain.”
You frowned at the last comment, which seemed to be directed at you with a hint of acidity, but you couldn't confirm it since Sevika indifferently looked back down at her own cigarette and blew a column of smoke in your direction.
It was both disturbing and mesmerizing in equal measures.
“Even so, there's no shortage of naive hopefuls who come here wanting to get rich. It's sad, and very annoying. All of you make me work harder than usual.” Sevika began to walk forward confidently, looking around bored, while you almost panicked, not knowing where to hide, backing away. “Let's get this over with quickly, so it will be less painful for you.”
You wished to have learned to fight during your time in prison.
You learned several moves from a large woman who, fortunately, didn't eat you alive on the first day, the same moves you used against the other large woman who now wants to deprive you of your freedom.
She was the first to attack, five metal daggers cutting through the air and would have pinned you against the wall if you hadn't jumped to the left, so close to that terrifying arm that you could almost feel the cold running through your chest. You pushed her with your foot on her waist, propelling yourself to the side just as her human hand almost grabbed your head.
You rolled once on the floor before getting up on your hand and knee, never taking your eyes off Sevika.
You had to maintain your advantages: the hat covering your hair, the mask protecting your identity, the size difference that (perhaps) would help you slip away more easily.
The Lord of the Night's bully stood between you and the stairs, and deep down you know that running in that direction under the illusion of not being caught is a suicidal idea.
A chill ran down your spine as you imagined those hands, both human and artificial, squeezing you tightly, just like in the fantasies you've had since discovering your true sexual orientation as a teenager.
And also, how you like fun.
Rough. Intense. Intoxicating.
Exciting.
“Not now...”
Your frustrated whisper to yourself made Sevika raise an eyebrow, curious about whatever was going through your head, but determined not to let you escape.
Felt the excitement growing between your legs.
You had to get out of there as soon as possible, otherwise you'd end up in a cell, sleeping with the fishes, or worse: the woman in front of you would discover the effect she had on you without even laying a finger on you.
You were about to pull the stun gun from your belt when you were forced to dodge a fist that flew past your face. As if in slow motion, you could make out the thousand battles those knuckles had fought near your eyes. You screamed at the sudden blow from the other arm that sent you backward, your back crashing into the wall. You groaned at the burning sensation of the metal on your shoulder as you leaned heavily against the wall.
“If you keep doing this, it's because you're not very smart, or maybe you're just stubborn.”
“I've been called much worse.”
Your eyes widened in shock when Sevika raised her sharp hand to show your backpack hanging from her fingers. Instinctively, you felt your shoulders and even your back, as if the image in front of you wasn't enough to convince your adrenaline-addled mind.
The taunting sway of the backpack in front of your mask-covered face was the worst provocation you've had to deal with in quite some time, and seeing her light another cigarette with her flesh hand definitely left you speechless.
How can someone be so intimidating, skilled, and hot at the same time? You have no idea how, but you have no choice but to stay and find out, because you won't leave without putting up a fight.
Enduring the pain in your body, you took out the stun gun and narrowed your eyes, ready to attack with everything you had.
The humiliation you felt before and after falling, stripped of the only tool capable of saving you, you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy.
You couldn't even control the redness of your cheeks now that a mechanical hand closed its fingers around your throat. The edge of those daggers made you wince, but also arch your back with your hands sliding on the floor while warm breath mixed with cigarette smoke played in your ear.
It seemed like one of your greatest fantasies came true, except that this involuntary satisfaction came at the price of uncertainty about your fate.
What will happen to you? The possibility of Sevika letting you go is nil, you know it and she knows it. Continuing to fight someone that strong is useless, and if the defenseless position you find yourself in isn't incentive enough, the bruises you felt under your clothes begged you to stop struggling.
She never hit you with the intention of causing you fatal harm; the pain came from the inevitable collision of your body against the titanium bars or your back against the walls with every sudden movement.
In a way, thinking about that hypothetical concern of the woman on top of you made you bite your lip with your eyes closed. You don't know if it was the squeeze on your neck, the heavy breathing in your ear, or the burning of the bruises on your body, but the fire lit up in your belly and you had to resist the urge to rub your hips upward.
The pleasure on your face turned to helplessness when Sevika removed your woolen hat more slowly than you expected, with an almost imperceptible smile as she examined your hair.
And immediately after that, it was time for the mask.
“No, wait!” You shook your head for a couple of seconds, but nothing stopped that strong hand from pulling the fabric down until not only your identity was revealed, but also the blush on your cheeks. “Don't do it...”
“Don't do what?”
The question was so devoid of innocence that you felt dizzy in your own incomprehension of what was happening. Your parted lips trembled, your wide eyes searched for some trap in the lifeless gaze, the soles of your sneakers continued to slip on the floor while your hands clung to the arm that deprived you of your freedom.
You took too long to formulate a response; you swallowed hard, stammered, and looked nervously in another direction.
“W... Well... don't hurt me.”
“I think that request is a little late, girl.”
You sighed when one of her human fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face and you saw her smile as her fingertip touched the bruised skin near your cheekbone. Your chest tightened, unable to look away from those dark eyes that held you more tightly than metal claws.
"Don't worry, you're already bruised enough on your own. I think your pretty little face needs more battle.
"Can you stop showing off? You've already proven you're stronger.
"And that's why you're so flushed?
You did your best to glare at her, but your attention unconsciously drifted down to the valley of skin exposed by the open buttons of her shirt. Wonderful dark skin with a light layer of sweat that, deep down in your morbid side, made you proud, since you made her work hard to capture you. At least a little.
However, that distraction also rekindled the burning sensation under your underwear, trapped in pants that were becoming more uncomfortable, especially because of the need to rub your thighs over and over again.
“Damn it.” You threw your head back, clenching your teeth with your lips sealed, focused on not revealing how affected you were by the closeness of the woman's torso on top of you.
You closed your eyes with a suppressed growl as you felt another squeeze on your throat, although the curve of your eyebrows and the color on your cheeks gave you away.
“I guess the possibility of letting me go is not on the table.”
“Naive, stubborn, and absurdly talkative. I don't meet a girl like you every night.”
“I'm not like other girls.”
“That's why I haven't dragged you out into the street and chained you to a pole. You're lucky you're interesting.”
You swallowed hard, your knees trembling. The thought of yourself in such a situation is too much for your mind, intoxicated by her deep gaze that revels in your nervousness.
You don't know if being chained up by her would be very bad or very good.
“Instead, you won't move from here until I receive orders on what to do with you.”
The adrenaline coursing through your veins clouded your judgment the entire time you were vulnerable beneath Sevika, but her latest revelation, far from reassuring you, left you completely shocked, your jaw dropping. Your shoulders began to shake, as did your eyebrows.
And as if this were some macabre games of fate, you both heard the vibration in the pocket of the Lord of the Night's best bodyguard.
She smiled smugly, but you couldn't share her amusement as you watched her bring the phone to her ear without removing her metal hand from your neck.
“Speak.” Sevika observed your perplexity, tangible in the goose bumps she could perceive even without her left arm. “Right now, I don't care; give the phone to Silco.”
As soon as you heard the name of the Lord of the Night, you became desperate, struggling and panic painting your face.
“Be quiet, little mouse.”
You gasped, arching your back from the pressure on your throat that stole your breath and increased the moisture between your thighs.
Keeping your eyes closed was your body's involuntary way of suppressing some of the shame of being at the mercy of someone who could end your existence in a second, but who instead prefers to reveal your situation to her boss in phone pauses that felt like an eternity.
You didn't know exactly what the man was saying, you just deduced the obvious, and that's why you rolled your eyes from side to side in search of something to help you. Anything to rescue you from the dark future that awaited you.
The blood rushed to your ears, your open mouth couldn't get enough air into your lungs, your thighs rubbed together to calm your forbidden desires and think clearly.
It was impossible to think clearly when a big, strong, beautiful woman had you helpless beneath her.
Just when all seemed lost, your vision clouded by humiliation noticed the small stun gun lying inches from Sevika's right knee. She must have ignored it; she simply didn't care where it fell after lunging at you and sitting on your lap.
Your salvation.
You stretched out your fingers, your frightened eyes darting between the weapon and the subtle growl of someone distracted by listening to her boss.
You managed to brush against the stun gun just as Sevika put the cell phone in her pocket.
“We'll have to wait quite a while to...”
You didn't let her finish.
As soon as you had the chance, you hit her with an electric shock on the leg, causing her intense pain that made her growl much louder than before, and also causing her claws to release your throat for a fraction of a second. Enough time to kick her in the stomach, propel yourself forward, and establish a considerable distance as you get back up.
Worrying about the backpack and bags lying a few meters away was no longer worth it; your freedom is much more valuable, and you wouldn't get it by risking yourself for your loot.
Nor by running towards the stairs where Sevika was getting back up.
The only option was the small window in the ceiling, which was at ground level on the outside.
Without thinking twice, you jumped on one of the pieces of furniture behind you, stretched your arm out to reach the concrete edge, and with your other hand, you hit the glass with the hard base of the stun gun, breaking it instantly.
Once again, the lack of maintenance in that place worked in your favor.
But what didn't work in your favor was Sevika's ability to catch you again.
Halfway to escaping, you felt five metal fingers bite into your ankle and pull you down. Your own fingers dug into the grass dampened by the night, savoring freedom, unable to do more than kick as your attacker pulled half your body back into the basement of the warehouse.
In desperation, you clung on with one hand and tried to hit her with another electric shock, shaking your arm from side to side in the hope that the same thing would happen as before.
It didn't.
Sevika's human hand stopped your forearm to pull you completely at the cost of your sharp scream, which was cut off the moment your back hit the floor again.
The room spun for several seconds between pain and panic until you saw her lunge toward you with her elbow aimed at your head.
An unbearable pain shot through your skull before you fell into complete darkness.
You regained consciousness before you even opened your eyes.
The exhaustion throughout your body was too tempting an incentive to remain lying on the floor without fully waking up, but, ironically, the throbbing pain in your head made it impossible to return to that state.
You grimaced as your thoughts returned, and with them the discomfort in your wrists, neck, and hips. Your sleepy gaze recognized the surroundings as the same basement of the same winery you had planned to rob, and the memories of your confrontation with the right-hand man of the Lord of the Night throbbed like poison injected into your veins.
You gasped as you leaned your back against whatever was behind you; you didn't feel like getting up yet, perhaps because you were still dazed or because you wanted to sleep for five more minutes.
And then you noticed the characteristic light of a cigarette out of the corner of your eye.
You narrowed your eyes to see, at the far end of the room, the woman responsible for your pitiful state, sitting in an old chair that allowed her to lean back and have her legs partially open, watching you like a wolf watches a fox it has just cornered in the dark.
You swallowed hard as she snorted smoke through her nose.
For several seconds you remained silent, waiting for her next move, her next comment that would hurt your pride or make you anxious for reasons too embarrassing to admit out loud. Any sign that you were no longer unconscious.
But she moved her human hand and lips to take another drag on her cigarette without taking her eyes off you.
Intensely.
When you tried to touch the spot on your head that hurt, you realized why your wrists had felt uncomfortable since you woke up.
Your hands were immobilized behind your back by a plastic tie that bit into your skin every time you tried to move your arms.
You huffed, lowered your head, and bit your tongue to stifle the frustrated growl of being back in the situation you swore you would avoid. You could hear the police sirens outside, even though the only sound in that place was the squeaking of your sneakers on the floor and Sevika's heavy breathing.
Instinctively, you looked at your backpack less than a meter away from her, leaning against the wall next to the bags of your treasure in cruel parallelism with you, and she noticed your interest in it.
“You never stop seeing opportunities, do you?”
“How long have we been here...?”
“No idea, I don't keep track of time.”
You frowned when she took out her cell phone just to check something and, after the fleeting light illuminated her loose hair, gave you a half-smile with a drag on her cigarette.
Your face quickly softened when you noticed that detail: her loose hair.
You had never seen her like this before; not that you had had many opportunities to observe her in the past, glimpses like a mouse trying to steal cheese without the cat noticing. Now that you have little choice but to sit on the floor, you can contemplate the dark brown locks that are shorter than you thought.
She looked different, even more relaxed with her hair down, but just as attractive to your head, which was alarmingly affected by her.
You bit your lips, turning your attention back to your legs, stretched out and free of any restraints. You figured there was no need to immobilize your ankles as well; Sevika would reach you in two seconds without your hands to defend yourself. Running away was not an option.
It had already been proven that, even with your hands free, you were no match for her.
You arched to get more comfortable against the wall; the hard surface behind and beneath you was bothering you. You sighed and looked at her, but she seemed interested in her own metal arm. You clenched your jaw as you remembered how forcefully that thing had struck your body.
You also clenched it in the memory of her sharp fingers around your neck and her lips brushing your ear when she had you pinned beneath her.
Excited.
You shook off the thoughts that made you want to rub your thighs together.
“What's going to happen now?” You dared to ask in a more pessimistic tone than you would have liked, feeling compelled to look at her because of the lack of an immediate response. “What will happen to me?”
“You'll have to wait until I get new orders. You're lucky my boss has much more important things to deal with than an elusive thief in her dusty cellar, but not lucky enough that she won't be here in an hour.”
“An hour?! You're going to keep me here for an hour?!”
“Maybe two.” Stunned, you watched her take another drag and blow the smoke in your direction, sitting more confidently in her chair. “I hope you're happy you disrupted my evening, pretty lady.”
The anxiety caused by the indefinite passage of time was comparable to the anxiety caused by the impossibility of escape.
Falling into the lion's den and not being devoured immediately was killing you with nerves.
Your skin itches under your clothes, and you can do nothing but squirm in the same position you woke up in...How many minutes have passed since Sevika said you should wait for her boss?
Ten?
Thirty?
A full hour of agonizing self-questioning for not being more careful?
You clicked your tongue when a thousand better results hit you at the same time as the woman responsible for your capture continued to search every last corner of your backpack to recover the stolen goods.
“Of everything you intended to take from here, only half is worth anything.”
You can't even understand how she's able to see so well in the dark.
“No bandages, no alcohol for wounds.”
“I prefer to travel light.”
“You mean without any weight. If you're going to rob a place you don't know inside, make sure you have at least something in case you get hurt.”
“How kind of you to give me advice...”
“And also make sure you have a real weapon; this thing would only hurt Silco's lower-ranking employees.” She lifted her metal claws so you could see the small stun gun in her possession. “Although I can't deny that it's a little adorable, it suits your style.”
“Funny you should say that when you don't carry weapons yourself.”
“I never need them to subdue a curious little mouse.”
You bit the inside of your flushed cheek. The stab to your pride didn't burn as much as the excitement in your underwear, which was hijacking your common sense with every passing second.
You pulled your wrists discreetly, unsurprised by the same result as before, and sighed with your eyes closed.
You didn't want to go back to prison.
“L... Listen.” You gathered enough determination to lean toward her just as the flame of a new lit cigarette allowed you to revel in her bored face. “Sevika, right?”
She didn't look back at you as she smoked, but she made a sound that showed she was paying attention to what you were saying.
“Listen, I understand that you're doing your job and that I definitely wasn't the smallest stone in your shoe.”
“Actually, you are.”
“...sure. And I also understand that I'm not in a position to ask for or...do anything.” You emphasized your words by shrugging your shoulders slightly, causing a tiny smile to appear on her face. “You got me.”
“Hmm.”
“So... how about, instead of staying here for what feels like an eternity, which is undoubtedly boring you, you let me go with a warning and I'll never set foot in this place again.”
Far from the frown or annoyed grunt you expected what you got was a low, short, condescending laugh with her eyes downcast as she took a drag on her cigarette, which made you even more nervous.
“You really are adorable.”
“I mean it!” You stammered as you struggled to your feet on shaky knees and bound hands. “I won't come back, I won't come back here or to any of your boss's other business circles, I swear, and... And you can keep everything in my backpack! Of course, all that stuff belongs here anyway, so...”
“You're even more adorable when you're desperate.”
“Please...”
“I don't get paid to make things easy for thieves; you've got the wrong savior.” She flicked a cigarette butt to the side before continuing in a neutral voice. “Although I can't deny that it amuses me a little to see you like this.”
“Please.”
“No, girl.”
"I'll do anything... anything, what do you want me to do? I can clean up the mess I made, return all the things I stole to their rightful places, buy you another pack of cigarettes... Anything!
“Do you know how to sweep the floor without using your hands?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whispered to yourself, shivering on your legs and looking from side to side in panic. Your chest rose and fell with increasingly agitated breathing, fearing that the plastic ties on your wrists would be replaced by handcuffs, or worse. “I can't go back to jail...”
“Why not?”
You looked at her with a mixture of anger and disbelief, to which she simply shrugged her shoulders naturally, as if her question didn't have the most obvious answer in the world.
“In prison, you have food, a bathroom, a bed, recreational activities, and the assurance that no one outside those walls will come in to steal from you. It doesn't sound so bad for a little mouse like you.”
You swallowed hard, doing your best not to be distracted by the nickname she was starting to use for you, although your cheeks weren't so lucky.
“I would lose my freedom, my hobbies, my contacts, my... my home.” Tears stung the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall, feeling the lump in your throat as you maintained eye contact with her. “I beg you, don't let me end up there.”
“Is it so hard for you to be locked up in one place?”
“Sevika please!”
“I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, pretty lady, but you got yourself into this mess. If it's not the police, it'll be Silco when he gets here, and if it's not him, it'll be the small-time gangsters they send to catch you, dead or alive.”
“That's why I'm asking you to let me go and pretend none of this ever happened. I'm sure your night will be much better once I disappear and you will never see me again.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“...What...what is it?”
“As a businesswoman, you're starving, since the only one who really benefits from a situation like this would be you. They won't pay me more to pretend you escaped, and you'll have the opportunity to try the same thing again in the future.” She grunted, sitting more casually in her chair, looking away with her voice low and her cigarette at the level of her jaw. “Even if you're the most honest person in the world, which I doubt, you'll eventually find yourself needing to steal, and you might not find someone who just knocks you out.”
The whole time she was explaining the reality of your unfortunate situation, you couldn't stop fantasizing about an idea that had saved you several times in prison and could now save you again...as long as Sevika didn't kick you in the face the second she saw you.
It's a risky move, extremely risky, but you have no other options, and every tick of the clock brings you one step closer to ending up in a mafia dungeon, arrested by the police, or sleeping with the fishes.
You want to believe that Sevika has enough ego to be persuaded in an unorthodox way, and you can't deny how excited you are to reach this limit with her.
With a slow sigh and weak knees, you closed the small distance between you, anchored to her curious gaze that scanned you from head to toe without comment, as if she understood what you were about to propose.
So hot.
You remember perfectly all the times you knelt before a powerful woman in prison. Always bigger than you, stronger than you, more ruthless than you; an act of submission that hides your desire to worship the female body of someone who can easily bend your will.
Pleasing them was easy there. You don't know if the compliments you received after worshipping them with your mouth were genuine or if they were just saying them out of condescension, but they filled you with pride to the point where it is now not difficult for you to kneel between the open legs of the woman sitting in front of you.
Your captive hands clenched into fists with nerves about what Sevika might do next.
You braced yourself for the insult, the rejection, the blow that would knock you out again.
Instead, there was just a silent, long, expressionless stare as she took the last drag on her cigarette before stabbing it out on the armrest of the seat and flicking it away with her finger.
You swallowed nervously as you watched her settle herself more comfortably, giving you more access between her legs.
If the blush was already coloring your cheeks, now you could feel all your redness concentrated in your most sensitive spot. You moistened your lips, suffered a bout of insecurity, and gasped softly at the pleasure of anticipation coursing through your body.
You want this.
You need to do this to save yourself.
And she's letting you.
“Can I... can I convince you... some other way, please?”