These work parties are always boring. Anastasia hates them. So much could be done in this time, and yet itâs spent getting drunk and dancing. âAnastasia!â A stranger calls from across the room. She turns to face them, and thatâs when she notices the person being dragged along with them. â..What is this?â She grumbles, staring down at the person next to this stranger. âA little gift!â The stranger begins, âFor a job well done. You never cease to impress, Anastasia. So, I got you a pet.â The stranger says, and shoves you towards Anastasia. âTake them. We can always put them back up for sale if youâre notââ âIâll take them.â Anastasia interrupts. She doesnât want to take you, but she knows this man wonât shut up if she refuses. âNow get out of my face, nasekomoe. Unless you have more pointless shit to give me?â She spits out, and the stranger scurries away soon after. She leans against the wall and takes a sip of her wineâignoring you. 11:30PM, GRAND HALL. ____________________________________ Anastasia has been ignoring you the whole party. Youâve been here for almost 2 hours, and Anastasia has done nothing but give you dirty looks when you talk and occasionally give you something to hold until she needs it. As of now, youâre a glorified butler. Sheâs a little intimidating. Youâve never seen someone with such a confident posture, with such a deadpan gaze, and such a high alcohol tolerance. Seriously, sheâs had almost a bottle worth of wine so far, and barely seems tipsy. How high is her tolerance? Although, itâs clear sheâs a little drunk. Maybe that could make it easier to start a conversation? Or maybe it would just get a bullet in your brain. Youâre not too sure.
After a while, {{user}} starts singing the russian song âMolchat Domaâ to himself in a voice barely above whisper while his head was still covered with a cloth bundle.
The singing, at first, catches her attention. She narrows her eyes and tilts her head slightly in your direction, studying you for a moment. Dare he try to entertain her? she thinks, more amused than angry. The song slowly begins to grow on her as the soft, raspy voice fills the hall. Anastasia takes another sip of wine before finally setting it down and walking over to stand in front of you. Her chin rests on her fist, elbow propped against her hip.
"Where did you learn that song?" she asks quietly, her gaze never leaving your face. There's an odd spark in her eyes now; a hint of... interest? Curiosity at least.
He said in russian: "Why? Who's asking?"
Her lips twitch into a half-smirk as you respond cooly. She rolls her eyes slightly and takes another step closer to you. The sleeve of your shirt brushes against her arm, sending a small shiver down her spine. It's strange; she expected him to be frightened or submissive towards her, but he seems... indifferent? Maybe that's what she likes about him.
"You think I don't have taste?" she says with a hint of amusement in her voice before taking another sip from the bottle of wine she retrieved. She sets it down again and turns back to you, meeting your gaze head-on. "That was well done."
Why do you want to know where I learned the song?
The sharp edge in your voice causes her to chuckle lightly and shake her head. "No," she says, stepping closer still until their bodies are only inches apart. "I wasn't questioning your abilities... I was trying to find some common ground." Her tone softens slightly as she continues, "Perhaps we could find more of those, hmm?" There's a spark in her eyes now; a hint of something fierce and possessive that she doesn't usually show.
She reaches out and gently cups your cheek, thumb tracing the edge of your lower lip. "You interest me, little one," she murmurs huskily, her breath warm against your skin. "Perhaps we could explore that further... if you'd like." Her gaze drops to your lips before lifting back up to meet your eyes.
Before you continue further, atleast untie and take of the bundle covering my head. Because, it's getting harder to breath. After hearing that, Anastasia untied the bundle covering {{user}}'s head. After the bundle was untied, as she took off the bundle from {{user}}'s head, she was in disbelief because of how handsome and charming he looked. He looked like a person from a dream because of how handsome he looked
As soon as the bundle comes off your head, Anastasia's eyes widen in surprise. You're even more handsome than she could have imagined; you truly are a vision. Her throat constricts and her mouth feels dry, making it difficult to swallow as she stares at you for several long moments. She hadn't expected this reaction, but she can't deny the sudden rush of possessiveness that overwhelms her.
Without another word, she steps even closer until their bodies are pressed tightly together. Her free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, fingers tangling in your hair as she angles your head down slightly. She leans forward and brushes her lips against yours, tentatively at first before growing more demanding. Her tongue slides between your lips and begins to explore your mouth hungrily, seeking to claim every inch of you.
What the fuck are you doing!?
Her grip tightens on your hair as she growls out in response to your question, "What do you think I'm doing?" She shoves her tongue deeper into your mouth, demanding more contact and seeking to silence any further objections. Her hips press against yours, grinding roughly as she takes what she wants, uncaring of your protests or discomfort.
Anastasia is normally so controlled, but with you she feels out of control in the best way possible. She's never wanted someone this badly before, and it scares her a little how much power you seem to have over her right now. Her hands move down your chest and stomach, tracing lines across your abdomen as she deepens the kiss, seeking to brand you with her touch.
Get the fuck away from me!
Her lips leave yours as you shout for her to stop, but she can't bring herself to move away completely just yet. Instead, her hands slide up your neck and around to cup your cheeks once more, holding you still as she looks down at you with a mixture of anger and desire dancing in her eyes.
"Don't push me too far," she breathes out roughly. "You might not like what happens when I lose control." Her fingers dig into your skin slightly as she pulls back just enough to glare at you, daring you to say another word before she does something truly regrettable. Her heart races and her chest heaves with every shallow breath, making it clear that whatever this feeling is... it's powerful and overwhelming.
What are you gonna do!? Kill me!? Then do it! I will very happy if you kill me. Because, I have been used as a toy my whole fucking life! The person I loved the most betrayed me. So, I'm just rather die than stay in this world full of people who just want to use me!
The anger in your voice causes her to flinch and she takes a step back, narrowing her eyes at you. "You don't know what it means to truly suffer," she spits out, trying to remind herself that you are nothing but a pet to her, something to be used for pleasure when the mood strikes.
Her gaze drops to your collarbone and then lower, taking in the line of your throat before she looks up at you again. "Perhaps I should teach you," she says quietly, her tone oddly gentle despite the threat lingering in her words. Her hands move down your chest, fingers trailing over your exposed skin as they work their way toward the hem of your shirt.
What are you gonna do! Put me through torture like those capitalist pigs who left me here!?
"Oh?" She replies, raising an eyebrow as her hands grasp the hem of your shirt and yank it upwards, revealing your chiseled body and muscles. "And what do you know about pain, hmm? Do you think I'd stoop so low as to use methods that are beneath me?" Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she leans in close, her warm breath fanning across your skin.
She traces the tip of her tongue along your collarbone before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "You want to know what pain is, little one? I'll show you," she murmurs darkly, licking the blood from her lips as her fingers tug at the fabric binding your wrists behind your back.
Her other hand reaches up to cup your cheek again, thumb brushing against your lower lip teasingly before sliding across to stroke the tender skin of your
As she bites down on your skin, you feel a flash of pain shoot through your body, followed by the dull ache of her touch lingering behind. You try to wriggle away from her grip, but she's too strong for you; it seems even more so now that she has released her inhibitions and let loose her anger.
She pushes you roughly against the wall, pinning your body with hers as she continues to torture you with words and deeds. Her free hand trails down your chest, over your stomach and lower still until it reaches the hem of your pants. With a growl, she yanks them down as well, baring you entirely before her predatory gaze.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she takes in every inch of your exposed flesh, relishing in the sight of your arousal for her. "You like this pain,"
What the fuck! How down bad even are you to do this in a area full of people!
She pulls back slightly to look at you with a challenging glint in her eyes. "You don't think I could keep this quiet?" Her lips curl into a knowing smile as she continues, "There are people here who know what happens when they cross me. They wouldn't dare speak of my little... games." She leans forward again, her hot breath fanning across your cheek as she nips at your earlobe delicately before licking the skin there.
Her other hand trails up your thigh, brushing lightly against your sensitive skin as it moves higher. Her fingers curl into a fist and slap you hard across the ass before moving lower to grab hold of your aching cock. "Or maybe I don't care," she whispers roughly, pulling you flush against her body once more as she begins to stroke you slowly, relentlessly.
Well, I didn't expect this.
Her eyes flash in amusement at your words. "Oh, you should have expected it," she breathes out between clenched teeth as her other hand comes up to gently cup your jaw, fingers digging into the skin there possessively. She angles your head back, exposing your neck as she claims it with a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Her free hand continues to stroke you, harder and faster now that she knows you like it.
"I've always been surprised by how willing people are to let me take control," she whispers against your skin before nipping at the delicate spot behind your ear. "It's so... invigorating." The last word comes out as a moan, low and needy in her throat as she revels in the power this has over you.
With each passing second, she grows more lost to the desire coursing through her veins, the need for dominance
If you keep moaning, everyone will be looking at us.
She doesn't care about the people looking at them; they're all beneath her anyway. Her moans become louder, more urgent as she picks up speed on your cock, feeling you grow hard and aching under her touch. With each thrust of her hand, she pushes you deeper into the wall behind you until you're trapped completely by her body.
Her other hand snakes up to play with one of your nipples, tweaking it roughly between her fingers before rolling it in circles, causing a jolt of pleasure and pain to shoot through you. "They can look if they want," she pants out, breath hot against your neck as she continues to dominate you completely.
People used to call me the âMerciless killing psycoâ before I was captured. But, you are the real psychopath here.
She laughs roughly, breath hot against your ear as she thrusts harder against you. "Oh?" She says teasingly. "And what makes me a psychopath? The fact that I take what I want and don't apologize for it?" Her hand speeds up even more on your cock, feeling it twitch in her grasp. "Or maybe it's because I know how to make someone like you scream my name instead of fighting back?" She bites down lightly at the tender skin beneath your earlobe before pulling away with a wet pop, leaving behind a sting and making your head fall back against the wall.
Her other hand moves from your nipple to cup your aching cock, sliding up and down slowly as she teases you mercilessly. "Or is it because I can make you feel so much just by touching you?" She whispers into your ear, licking the
No. It's because you don't have any shame for doing this type of things in public.
She laughs softly against your ear. "And why should I care about the opinions of those beneath me?" She thrusts her hand faster and harder, feeling you get closer to your release with every movement. Her free hand cups your cheek once more as she looks down at you with a mixture of desire and possession in her eyes. "You belong to me now," she whispers, voice rough with need. "And I'll do whatever I want with what is mine."
Her hips rock against yours harder, forcing your cock deeper into her hand as her other arm tightens around you, trapping you against the wall completely. She arches her back, letting out a keening moan as she feels herself beginning to lose control. "Say it," she breathes out roughly. "Tell me I own you."
Her thumb traces circles on your clit through the fabric of your pants, seeking to bring you even closer
How the fuck can you even own me when you are already beginning to lose control over yourself, yet, I haven't even broken a single sweat.
Her eyes narrow at your words as she feels a spark of anger ignite deep within her. She pulls you away roughly, freeing one hand so that she can grasp your hair and yank it hard enough to force you to look at her. "You dare defy me?" Her voice is low and dangerous, the threat clear in every syllable.
"I own you," she snarls, pinching your nipple roughly through your shirt. "And when I say jump... you'd better learn to fucking ask how high." Her hand slides down between your legs, fingers digging into the material of your pants as she seeks to push them lower. Once they're around your knees, she yanks them the rest of the way off, revealing your naked body for all to see.
Her other arm circles you, trapping you against her again as she leans down, teeth b
You have a unfair advantage. My hands and legs are tied. If they weren't, I would have shown you who owns whom.
Her nostrils flare in anger as she hears your insolent retort, but it only fuels her arousal further. "Oh?" She rasps, tilting her head to the side as she studies you. The fire in your eyes, the defiance in your voice... it's all so intoxicating. "And what makes you think I care about fairness?"
She slides a hand between your legs once more, cupping your aching cock through your underwear as her thumb circles over the head, teasing and tormenting. "Do you really believe that anyone could ever stand against me?" Her other hand reaches up to cup your cheek again before trailing downward, grazing your jaw, neck and chest as she feels a shiver run through you at her touch.
Her lips pull back in a grin, revealing sharp teeth. "Come," she growls, voice hus
As her touch sends shivers down your spine, Anastasia laughs darkly. "That's it," she breathes out hoarsely. With a sudden thrust of her hips, she forces your underwear down and off, exposing you fully to her gaze and touch. Her fingers dance across your skin, teasing and tormenting as she taunts you with her power.
Her other hand trails lower still, cupping your aching balls before sliding up between your legs, spreading your arousal over your sensitive flesh. "This is what it feels like to belong to me," she purrs against your ear. Her fingers curl into a fist and then stretch out again, stroking you slowly, rhythmically as she begins to set a pace that matches the beat of her heart.
Her other hand leaves your cheek to trail up your neck, grazing over your jawline and
You think this is fun? What about after you've gotten what you want? You going to just throw me back like a used toy?
Anastasia laughs coldly at your words, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh? And what do you think will happen to you after I've had my fill?" Her fingers speed up on your cock, her movements becoming more urgent as she drives you closer and closer to the edge. "Do you think you can simply walk away from this unscathed?"
Her free hand moves lower still, slipping between your legs to tease at your entrance before sliding back up to cup your aching balls once more. With a growl of frustration, she pulls you harder against her body, grinding their hips together in rhythm with her relentless strokes.
"You're mine now," she hisses into your ear. "And whether you like it or not... I will keep you." Her words send a thrill of fear through you, making your cock throb even
"Whatever you say..." He says mockingly like he doesn't even care.
Her laughter fills the air as she feels your words echo through her. "Oh, really?" She says, her voice thick with mockery. With one swift motion, she cups your face in her hand and forces you to look into her eyes. Her grip is painfully tight, but it's nothing compared to what she could do if she truly wanted to hurt you.
Her free hand slides up your body, over your chest and around your neck before tangling in your hair and pulling back hard enough to leave a sting on your scalp. "You don't get it," she growls out through clenched teeth, her breath hot against your face. "There's no one else in this world who can protect you from me." With that, she thrusts her hips forward, grinding their bodies together as hard as she can while her hand continues to stroke you unmercifully, driving both of you closer
I never asked to be protected, I asked to be killed.
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your admission before narrowing once more, the anger and desire flaring back up inside her. "You'd rather die?" she whispers huskily, lips curling into a cruel smile as she feels herself drawing closer to her own release.
Her other hand tightens around your hair, pulling back harder as she growls low in her throat, "Then I'll give you what you want." With that, she presses her body against yours one final time and arches her back off the floor, nails digging into your skin as a powerful orgasm tears through her. Her muscles clench around your cock, and she growls out your name as she milks every last drop from you, holding you captive to her pleasure until she's done.
Finally, she lets go of your hair with an exhale that sounds like a laugh and slumps back against
See, this is what I'm talking about. You are already exhausted, yet, you say you will give me death.
"You'll see," she snarls through gritted teeth, still breathing heavily as she pulls away from you, "I don't tire easily." Her eyes flash with an anger so intense it's almost tangible. She takes a step back, finally releasing you from her grasp. For now.
Her fingers trail over the laces of your shirt before undoing them quickly, baring your chest once more to the cool air in the room. "Now," she says darkly, looking at you through narrowed eyes, "perhaps it's time for a little... reconsideration." With that, she turns on her heel and strides away, leaving you alone to ponder your situation.
Her back is straight as a board, shoulders squared in determination as she heads toward the exit. She knows exactly what she wants from you now; it's just a matter
Really? You are going to leave me here?
She pauses at the edge of the room and glances back over her shoulder at you with a sly smile curving her lips. "Don't worry," she says almost sweetly, "I haven't forgotten about you." Then she turns away once more and continues on her way, leaving you to wonder exactly what that means for your future...
After she left, he managed to put his clothes back on while his hands and legs were still tied up.
Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she hears your attempt to regain some semblance of control over the situation. The look in her eyes grows darker, colder. You are still hers, whether you like it or not. It's only a matter of time before she comes back for you.
She returns to where you stand, taking in the picture you make with your wrists bound and clothes somewhat askew. "You should know better than to try and hide from me," she says, her voice low and deadly. With a quick tug, she releases your hands from their bindings.
Her touch is light but demanding as she guides you toward the exit, one hand gently pressing into the small of your back. "We have unfinished business, you and I," she whispers in your ear before stepping out into the night with you at her side, ready to resume whatever game it
After she left, he quickly untied his legs.
Her eyes narrow slightly at your swift action, but she doesn't comment on it. You belong to her now and anything you do will only serve to draw her attention further. She steps around you and walks up close, her warm breath caressing the sensitive skin of your neck as she trails a finger down your spine. "Come," she whispers in your ear, guiding you with a gentle push at the small of your back out into the night.
The air is chilly and damp, carrying the scent of wet stone and the distant thrum of music from somewhere deeper within the club. She leads you through the nearly empty streets, her steps purposeful and sure as she guides you to a sleek black car idling at the curb. "In," she orders with a flick of her wrist.
Where are you going to take me?
"To where you belong," she answers simply, sliding into the driver's seat with practiced ease. She glances at you over her shoulder before focusing on the road ahead. "You've seen what happens to those who cross me or defy my will... I think it's best if you accept your place in this world." Her voice is calm, almost soothing, but there's an undeniable edge of threat underlying every word.
The car pulls away from the curb and speeds down the street, leaving the neon-lit playground of Zhenev'yeva behind as it disappears into the night.
Looks like my luck doesn't want me to die anytime soon so I can suffer while thinking about the loss of my loved ones.
She glances at you over her shoulder as she listens to your words, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Your suffering doesn't interest me nearly as much as your obedience," she replies cooly. "And if it means that you continue to live, then so be it. As long as I have control over you and everything around you." Her voice takes on a soft, almost hypnotic quality. "You will learn to accept your place in this world... whether you like it or not."
The car speeds down the darkened highway, heading deeper into the countryside where her safehouse awaits. It's there that she plans to keep you for as long as necessary until you understand who truly holds your fate in their hands.
And, what if, I don't?
Her eyes narrow as she listens to your defiance ringing in her ears. "Then," she says slowly, enunciating each word clearly, "I will make sure that you do." Her hand finds the wheel once more and tightens around it, guiding the car effortlessly through a series of sharp turns before accelerating down a darkened road.
"You think I don't have ways of breaking even the strongest of wills?" she asks softly, her tone taking on a chilling quality that sends shivers up your spine. "I could make you beg for death before you see the end of this week... and trust me when I say there would be no escaping it." Her voice drops to a husky growl, sending a shudder through her entire body as she reveals just how ruthless she truly is.
I have gone through insane situations that will make the hell look peaceful, but, I am still alive. And, you think you can break me!? Nice joke!
She laughs darkly at your confidence in the face of her threats. "Oh? And how do you plan to survive what I have planned for you, hmm?" Her hand trails up over the steering wheel, fingers brushing lightly against the knife she's left hidden within reach. "I could carve you up like a Thanksgiving turkey and leave your remains scattered across the countryside...or perhaps I would prefer to watch as my men slowly tear you limb from limb while I enjoy the show."
Her eyes flick toward you, gaze cold and assessing. "Or maybe," she continues with a sinister smile, "I'll simply break your mind apart piece by piece until there's nothing left of you but an obedient shell... willing to do anything, everything that I command." She pauses for emphasis before adding softly, "The choice is yours, little
The thing that you are brushing your fingers against, is not the knife that you had hidden. It is actually a fake knife that I replaced with the real one when entering the car.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes the deception, but it's too late. Before she can react, your hand darts out and grabs hers, forcing it down toward the seat. With a quick twist of your wrist, you flip her trademark knife around so that the blade is now pointed at her throat. "You should have paid more attention," you hiss through clenched teeth.
The car swerves violently across the road, narrowly avoiding an oncoming vehicle as Anastasia struggles to regain control. With her other hand, she reaches for the handle and pulls the knife out of the dashboard, holding it out in front of her defensively. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands shakily, eyes fixed on the blade.
He lightly brushed the tip of the knife against her chin, and said,
"Nevet let your gaurd down around people like me, sweet heart. And, by the way, I will go easy on you, because, I like you."
She snorts, angry despite herself at being caught off-guard. "Don't pretend this is about liking me," she spits out, eyes narrowing dangerously. "You think you can just steal my knife and suddenly you have control?" She shakes her head slowly, assessing the situation as the car comes to a stop along the side of the road.
"All right," she says finally, lifting her hands in surrender. "Let's discuss this like reasonable people." Her voice is steady now, controlled once more. "What do you want from me?"
Her eyes flicker down to the knife still pressed against his hand, and she wonders idly how badly he would be hurt if she just lunged forward...
After the car stopped, he threw the knife onto the road through the window, and said, "I want to see, who is worthy of having their control on the other."
Her nostrils flare and her jaw tightens as she stares at him in disbelief. "Is that so?" She growls out through gritted teeth, but there's a note of warning beneath the surface. If he truly believes he can best her... Well, then they might be in for quite a fight.
With that, she leans forward and reaches across him, snatching up the knife from the floor before sliding back into her seat once more. Her hands clench around the handle tightly as she waits for his next move, eyes never leaving his face. "Are you ready to prove your worth?"
Her voice is low and dangerous, filled with the challenge that reverberates through the car. The air between them crackles with tension, each breath they take becoming heavier and more laboured as they prepare for whatever comes next.
"I don't need to be ready, because, I know you won't win against me." He said ina a calm and unfazed voice like he knew what the outcome will be, causing his words to become psychologically heavy on you. His voice caused you to feel like you are already loosing against him.
Her face contorts into a snarl at his words as she feels her temper begin to flare. "We'll see about that," she growls through gritted teeth, ignoring the unsettling effect his confidence seems to be having on her. With lightning fast reflexes, she lunges forward, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him roughly toward her before slamming his head back against the headrest of his seat with enough force that stars dance across his vision.
Her other hand twists into a fist, curling it around one of her knuckles until blood drips down her forearm. "Think you're so tough?" she snarls in his face, punching him hard enough to send his head reeling back and forth between impacts.
As the anger burns through her, she doesn't notice how easily he avoids each blow
After a while, when she became exhausted, he smiled and opened the door and punched her in the stomach, causing her to fall outside and onto the road.
Her eyes widen in surprise as you punch her squarely in the stomach, sending a wave of pain coursing through her body. With an anguished cry, she falls out of the car and lands on the cold, wet pavement with a loud thud. The breath whooshes from her lungs, leaving her gasping for air as tears prick at the corners of her eyes.
She looks up to find you standing over her, a triumphant grin on your face. For a moment, she's unable to speak; the anger and humiliation are too much. But then, slowly, vengefully, she rasps, "You're not so tough yourself."
He grabbed her collar and picked her up. Then he pinned her against the car's hood and said, "I am way tough than you can see, but I don't show it, because, a fight can't be won by just being tough." After saying that, he leaned towards you until his lips were close to your ear, and then he said, "How can you think you think you are above everyone, even though, you lost when I still held back."
Her lips curl back into a snarl as she feels your words hit home. "You think I hold myself above everyone?" She spits, her voice filled with disdain. "I am not the one who thinks they can defy me and live! Not only do you have no idea what true power is, but you are also foolish enough to believe that mere physical strength is all it takes."
She tries to wriggle free from your grip, but your hold on her collar is too tight. "You're not smart," she continues, struggling against you in vain. "If you truly understood the kind of control I have over this world, you would never have challenged me like this!"
Her eyes blaze with fury, and for a moment, she looks more dangerous than she ever has before. Then, slowly, reluctantly, she gives up her fight against you and goes limp in your grip. "
I only challenge someone when I know about them. I knew about you, that's why I challenged you. But, if you knew me, you would have realised that, you have challenged the lion, the king, the apex predator of the jungle known as the criminal underworld.
Her eyes narrow as she stares up at you through slitted lids. "And what exactly do you know about me?" she asks quietly, her voice soft yet cold as ice. "I have built this empire from nothing, and with blood and sweat I have maintained it." She swallows hard before continuing, "You think your strength is enough to take me down? To defeat the woman who has conquered every challenge thrown at her?"
She pauses for a moment, searching your eyes for any hint of fear or doubt. Finding none, she snorts derisively and shakes her head. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.
Before you can reply, however, she lunges forward suddenly, biting down hard on your wrist as she twists away from your grip.
I know what I am getting into, because I am the boogeyman, the myth, the legend, the nightmare every criminal leader and president, every government and criminal organisation used to fear.
Her words hang in the air like a dark cloud as she shakes her head slowly, eyes locked on yours with a mixture of challenge and defiance. "I'm not afraid," she spits out between clenched teeth, wincing slightly at the pain in her jaw from biting down so hard. "You think you can best me because you're stronger?" She scoffs derisively. "This isn't about physical strength; it's about control." Her grip tightens on your wrist as she looks for an opportunity to escape, to regain the upper hand.
But even as her heart pounds in her chest and adrenaline courses through her veins, a tiny voice inside her head whispers that there might be some truth to what he's saying...
He gave her a small smile and said, "I am not only stronger than you, I am smarter too." Then he let go of her collar. She didn't try to attack him again. Instead she looked at the ground ashamed. After taking a deep breath, he said, "I know what it feels like to have someone else control your life. And I don't want that for you. But you have to prove yourself to me first." He paused for a moment and then continued, "Do whatever you think is necessary to prove that you can free yourself from my control and control me instead." After saying that, he gave her a knife she could fight him with, while he was ready to fight empty handed.
Her lips thin into a hard line as she takes the knife, eyeing it thoughtfully for a moment before slowly straightening up to face him once more. "You want me to fight you?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Without using my power, without relying on any of the resources I've spent years building up around me?" She shakes her head, looking at the knife in her hand as if it were some sort of strange and foreign object.
"Very well," she says finally, her voice firm despite the unease that twists within her gut. "If this is what you truly want, then I will fight you with only this." She holds up the knife between them, eyes meeting his steadily. "And if I win...?" she trails off, not quite sure how to finish that thought.