Page 27 of Nidev and Lyric

Waited.

Her pulse pounded as she stared at the screen, willing it to give her something. Anything. Even a rejection.

Her phone vibrated and it felt like a shock through her hand.

It was him. Oh God.

Nidev:Read. Every word.

Her brows pulled, confusion weaving through the panic as another vibration hit. Then his message. A long, dense, suffocating block of text.

Lyric,

I do not need to ask.

There is no decision to be made.

There is no moment where you stand on the edge and consider,

where you hesitate, where you wonder what might happen if you step forward.

Because you already have.

You already belong to me.

You have already been taken.

And now, I will tell you what that means.

You will wake up inside my hands and wonder if you were ever anywhere else.

You will feel me inside your skin, inside your breath, inside your bones

—until the only thing you recognize as real, is me.

You will not question.

You will not resist.

You will not ask how or why or when this happened.

You will only know—that there was never a door.

There was never an exit.

There was only the moment you realized it.

And now, you will listen to me.

You will listen because your body already knows what I am about to tell you.

You will listen because every word I give you is another chain.

Another inch of me wrapped around you,

pulling tighter, sinking deeper, closing in—until there is nothing else left.

You will obey.

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