Quicksand

The door closed behind me with a finality that sent a shiver down my spine. Adrik led me down the dimly lit hallway, his steps measured, unhurried—like he had all the time in the world. I followed in silence, my body weak, my mind screaming.

When we reached the room, he stopped, turning to face me. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes burned with something dark, something dangerous.

"Get on your knees," he said, his voice smooth, commanding.

My breath hitched. My fingers trembled.

He took a step closer, towering over me.

"Unbutton my pants."

A slow, suffocating silence stretched between us.

And I realized—this was the price of my freedom.

"What?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, shaking.

His lips curled at the edges—not quite a smile, more like a shadow of amusement. He took a step closer, the scent of his cologne intoxicating, his presence suffocating.

The room felt smaller, the walls closing in, trapping me in the silence stretching between us. My heart pounded so loudly I wondered if he could hear it.

Adrik tilted his head, watching me like a predator savoring the moment before striking.

"I gave you a choice," he murmured. "You said you'd do anything."

I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into trembling fists.

"But..." My voice faltered.

His eyes darkened, amusement flickering in their depths. He was enjoying this. The fear. The hesitation. The power he held over me.

He leaned in, close enough that I could feel his warmth against my frozen skin.

"Joy," he whispered, dragging out my name like a warning. "Do not test my patience."

I shook my head, my breath uneven.

"I—"

His hand shot out, gripping my chin, forcing my gaze to his. My stomach clenched at the sheer control in his touch—not bruising, not painful, but firm. Unyielding.

"You don't get to hesitate," he said smoothly. "Not after begging me to let you out. This is what you asked for."

Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Crying wouldn't change anything.

His thumb brushed over my lower lip, deceptively gentle. "Are you going to do as you're told, or do I need to remind you what happens when you disobey?"

A chill ran through me. I knew what he was capable of.

With shaky hands, I reached for his belt, my fingers trembling so violently that I struggled to grasp the buckle. My breath was uneven, my pulse pounding against my ribs like a war drum. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

Adrik didn't move, didn't rush me. He simply stood there, watching. Waiting.

The weight of his gaze pressed down on me, suffocating. It was never just about control with him—it was about breaking me apart piece by piece and watching me crumble at his feet.

I swallowed hard, forcing my fingers to work. The cold metal of his belt sent a chill through my skin, but my mind was a storm, screaming for a way out.

The belt lay forgotten on the floor, but Adrik's eyes never wavered from mine. The weight of his stare made my skin prickle, a silent reminder that hesitation wasn't an option.

"Quickly," he said, his tone flat, impatient. "I don't have all day."

My fingers trembled at my sides. I wanted to move, to obey, if only to get this over with, but my body felt frozen in place.

Adrik sighed, tilting his head. "Do you need another reminder?"

Fear jolted through me like a shock to my system. No, I couldn't go back there. I couldn't survive another second in that room.

So, with a deep breath and shaking hands, I forced myself to move.

Taking out his member, I stared, my breath catching in my throat. How does this thing even fit inside me?

Adrik chuckled, low and dark, as if he could read my thoughts. His fingers trailed along my jaw, forcing me to look up at him.

"You've taken it before," he murmured. "And you will again."

I swallowed hard, my entire body tensing. There was no hesitation in his movements, no doubt in his mind. He knew I wouldn't fight him. He knew I couldn't.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice smooth, laced with dangerous amusement.

I hesitated.

His smile faded. "I won't repeat myself."

A shiver ran down my spine. I had no choice.

Feeling utterly defeated, I parted my lips, my body stiff with resistance I knew wouldn't matter.

Adrik didn't hesitate. He gripped my jaw, his touch firm yet controlled, and forced me to take him. My breath hitched, my mind screaming even as my body remained frozen in place.

His low groan sent a shiver through me, but there was no pleasure in it for me—only the cold, crushing weight of powerlessness.

"Good girl," he murmured, his fingers tightening just enough to remind me who was in control.

Tears pricked at my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Crying wouldn't change anything. It never did.

He moved with purpose, each motion deliberate, calculated. I could feel his gaze burning into me, watching for every flinch, every shudder. He liked this. He liked seeing me break.

Adrik's fingers tightened in my hair, yanking my head back with no care for the sharp sting that shot through my scalp. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark amusement gleaming in his eyes as he claimed complete control.

Without warning, he moved—merciless, unrelenting. My body jolted from the force, my breath hitching as I struggled to keep up, my throat burning, my vision blurring.

"Take it," he murmured, voice smooth yet filled with dominance. "You wanted to do anything, didn't you?"

My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to stay still. The heat of his gaze burned into me, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. He thrived on this—on my submission, on my helplessness, on the quiet fear tightening in my chest.

Tears streamed down my face, hot and endless, mixing with the unbearable sting of humiliation. My body trembled, every muscle locked in place as I struggled to breathe, to endure.

Adrik didn't stop. Didn't ease up. If anything, the sight of my tears only seemed to amuse him, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. His grip on my hair tightened, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

A low, animalistic sound rumbled from his throat, a dark, primal satisfaction that sent a fresh wave of fear crashing over me. His movements grew relentless, unforgiving, leaving me struggling to keep up.

"Breathe Through your nose," he ordered, voice edged with amusement and warning..........................
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