my punishments.
And I will teach you, slowly, relentlessly, without mercy—
that pain is just another shade of pleasure.
That surrender is not something I take.
It is something you will give.
Freely.
Willingly.
With your lips parted,
your breath stolen,
your body waiting.
There is no escape.
There is only this.
Only us.
Now—Say it.
Say you understand.
Lyric’s hands trembled around the phone.
She wasn’t breathing.
She wasn’t moving.
Her mind felt stretched open, pulled taut—like something had reached inside and rearranged her. Turned her inside out.
She forced herself to read it again. Every. Word.
No decision. No escape. No before. No after.
Only him.
Her pulse was everywhere. In her throat. In her fingertips. Between her thighs, pounding.
Her body… it understood before her mind did. He was right. It already belonged to him. Italwaysbelonged to him.
But her mind—her mind was lagging, shaking against the truth, against the sheer force of his words. She could barely keep her grip on the phone as her thumb hovered over the keyboard.
She needed to respond. She had to.
But what?
Her lips parted, chest rising and falling with shuddering breaths, as if the words could form in the air before they reached her fingers.
She typed. Deleted. Typed again.
Lyric:I understand.