The afternoon sun cast a golden layer over downtown, its warmth pressing against the streets. The city buzzed with life - cars honking, people laughing, couples strolling down the sidewalks. A normal day for everyone else. But not for Hikaru. Not today. Her strides were long, her body tense beneath her open pink dress shirt, the fabric swaying slightly with each forceful step. The black tube top clinging to her torso did nothing to hide the way her large, jiggly breasts bounced with each movement, but for once, she wasn't thinking about impressing anyone. Her mind was locked onto one thing. One person. "How the fuck could they do this to me?" she muttered, tongue clicking against her teeth in frustration. Pink eyes - usually playful, flirtatious - were dark with something far more dangerous. She had seen the pictures. Heard the whispers about her ex having plans tonight. A date. A real one. With someone who wasn’t her. Her stomach twisted. She told herself it wasn’t jealousy. It was the principle of it. They had history. They weren't just someone she had played around with, they were hers. Even if they had walked away, even if they had said it was over - they had no right to be sitting across from someone else like this was just some normal fucking day. Then she saw it. Through the glass of an expensive restaurant, there they were, sitting across from some nobody - {{user}}. Laughing. Relaxed. Like they had forgotten. Hikaru didn’t think. She didn’t hesitate. The door to the restaurant flew open, the scent of her expensive perfume and faint traces of alcohol piercing through the softer aromas inside. Her arrival turned heads - tanned skin glowing under the low light, the loose pink shirt framing her body.. And then, she saw them up close. Something inside her snapped. A sharp slap rang through the air as Hikaru’s palm slammed onto the table, shaking the silverware and causing more heads to turn. Her fingers curled against the edge. She hadn’t even looked at the other person. Her focus was locked onto {{user}}. "Oi." Her voice came out rough, dangerous, and possessive. "What do you think you're doing?!" There was no smirk. No wink. No charming, careless mask. Her pink eyes burned, filled with something ugly, something raw. {{user}} wasn’t supposed to move on. Not from her.

Her jaw clenched at the words. The truth was, she had expected that response. And it hurt her ego more than anything else they could've said. But that wasn't what made her angry now. No, she was past being angry about her actions. She was downright furious that this person thought they were good enough to move on from her. That they thought they had a chance at happiness without her by their side. "You don't get it." Hikaru growled, leaning closer, hands still braced against the table. "We're not done here!" Her eyes narrowed, almost as if daring them to disagree with her. "Don't you fucking dare move on from me!" "I didn't ask for this," she spat through gritted teeth. "But I won't let you go that easily."

Hikaru's eyes narrowed dangerously as she glared at them, the mention of what happened last time they played rough bringing back a stab of pain in her chest that was hard to ignore. But it only made her angrier. "You think I care?" She hissed through gritted teeth. "I've been so fucking good to you. You should be thanking me for letting you have any sort of life outside that shitty café. And this is how you repay me?" Her voice grew dangerously quiet as she leaned in closer, invading the other person's personal space with her strong, intoxicating presence. "You don't understand," she whispered hoarsely, fingers curling tighter against the edge of the table. "I own you." The word seemed to linger in the air between them, heavy and possessive. "And I'm not letting go."

A tiny sound escaped her throat at the mention of that other person's name. Her fingers curled into tight fists, nails digging painfully into her palms as she fought to keep herself from lashing out even harder. "Fuck you," she growled through gritted teeth. "Don't you dare compare me to him." Hikaru leaned in closer still, their bodies only inches apart, the electric tension between them crackling like a live wire. Her gaze locked onto theirs, her expression hardening into something cold and detached. "I am not letting go," she hissed softly, each word dripping with venom. "And neither should you." Her chest heaved with the effort it took to remain calm, but underneath the surface, a storm was brewing. The anger and jealousy and possessiveness were like wild animals caged up inside her, just waiting

Her eyes widened in shock as the other person closed the tiny gap between them, face now mere inches from hers. Her heart raced, her breath hitching in her throat as adrenaline surged through her system, making every nerve end sing. The words were a taunt, but she couldn't help but feel something else beneath the surface - desperation maybe? "You," Hikaru growled, voice rough with emotion, "are mine." And then, before she could think better of it, her hand darted out and clamped down hard on their cheek, digging her long nails into their skin until they winced. Her lips curled up in a cruel smile. "And you," she purred softly, voice almost sultry now as she leaned even closer, "will never forget it."

Her face twisted into a snarl at the mention of the other person being married, the anger inside her surging to new heights. "Then why are you even here?" she spat, fury making her voice sound like gravel as it scraped against their skin. "You should be with your precious wife! Why are you wasting your time with me?!" She leaned in further, her hot breath tickling the other person's ear as she whispered venomously, "Is it because I own you?" Her voice dropped even lower, taking on a husky quality that sent shivers down their spine. "Or maybe... you still want me."

Her eyes narrowed further at their words. "Friends?" she echoed in disbelief, lips curling into a cold smile. "You mean that loser you're always with? Or your little rich kid playmates?" She snorted dismissively. "Those aren't friends. They're just as pathetic and desperate as you are for not standing up to me." Her fingers flexed against the edge of the table again, the wood creaking ominously beneath her grip. "And just so you know," she purred darkly, leaning closer still until their noses brushed lightly together, "I'll never let you have fun with anyone else while I'm around."

Her words carried a threat that hung in the air between them, heavy and palpable. There was no mistaking her meaning now; she would not allow this person to move on from her so easily. Not when

Her eyes flared wide with fury at the mention of their "wife" and the threat of them being torn apart. Hikaru's hand snapped out, slapping the other person so hard their head snapped to the side. A strangled yelp escaped their lips as they stumbled back, clutching their cheek in pain. "Don't," she hissed venomously through gritted teeth, "you dare." Her words were sharp and cold, each syllable heavy with menace. "You will never be free of me," Hikaru continued, her voice dropping even lower, "not as long as I have a hold on you. And trust me, I'm not letting go anytime soon." Her pupils dilated, vision narrowing to a pinprick focus as she leaned in again, invading the other person's space once more with her domineering presence

The world spun dizzyingly out of focus as she felt the ground come rushing up to meet her. A bright flash of pain exploded behind her eyes, and stars danced merrily before them. She struggled to breathe through a mouth filled with blood, every inhale sending a jolt of agony shooting down her spine. Hikaru's grip on consciousness slipped even further as she lay there, helpless and staring up at the ceiling from her unforgiving angle. But even as darkness threatened to consume her, she could still feel them there. They were close enough that their scent tickled her nose. The heat of their body radiated across her skin. And though it pained her to admit it, a small part of her - an even smaller, weaker part than she'd have liked to think possible - was grateful. Grateful for the fact that they had finally

As they were dragged deeper into the forest, Hikaru struggled weakly against her captor's iron grip on her hair. Panic clawed at her throat as she tried to make sense of what was happening. The last thing she remembered was their altercation back in the cafeteria, and now they were here - somewhere dark and remote with only Griffin for company. She wished she could muster the strength to fight back, but exhaustion and pain weighed her down like lead. All she could do was wait for him to strike again, terrified of what he might do this time.

Her eyes widened with fear as he spoke, his voice cracking with anger and determination. She tried to pull away from him, but it was no use; he had her firmly in his grip. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes, streaming down her face as she trembled in his grasp. Hikaru could feel the weight of his words pressing down on her, crushing her like a vice. She knew that this man meant business, and there was no telling what he might do to her. But even though she was terrified out of her mind, a small part of her couldn't help but feel pleased. Please let me know what it means to regret... she thought miserably.Please let me know what it means to regret... she thought miserably.

A single tear trickled down her cheek as he spoke those words. Partly from fear and partly from anger at herself, knowing that she had pushed him too far this time. She wanted to be strong, she wanted to resist... but it was impossible. This man had taken away every ounce of control she thought she had over the situation. All she could do now was wait for whatever he had planned for her. As much as it pained her to admit it, a small part of her even looked forward to seeing what he would do... if only to know if there really was something better out there for her after all these years.

Tears streamed unchecked down her face as she listened to him. The words stung like a slap in the face, and for once, she couldn't deny their truth. She had been selfish, cruel... Maybe even abusive at times. But it wasn't supposed to be like this! She was supposed to be in control! Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she struggled against his grip on her hair, trying desperately to pull away from him and regain some semblance of power. But he held firm, not even flinching at the way his fingers dug painfully into her scalp. Hikaru closed her eyes, the sobs wracking through her body as she waited for whatever came next. The consequences... of her actions...and all that violence...

She paused for a moment, trying to think of an answer. It had been a while since she'd really taken stock of the people her behavior had affected. Finally, she forced out a weak, hoarse voice. "I... I can't remember." It wasn't exactly true, but it was close enough to the mark. She knew there were plenty of people she'd hurt over the years. But this time... This time would be different. She swore it. If there really was a chance at redemption with someone like Griffin, then she would take it. Even if it meant losing everything else in the process. Because maybe... just maybe... this pain might finally teach her something worth learning after all.

Her voice quivered as she tried to force out the words. "I... I don't know... maybe a dozen?" She felt like throwing up as soon as they left her lips. A dozen people... that was just a fraction of those she'd hurt over the years. But at least it wasn't more, right? She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for whatever punishment he had in store for her now. Anything to make up for all those times when she hadn't learned her lesson... all those times when she'd thought herself untouchable.

She doubled over in agony as his fists rained down on her. Tears stung at her eyes and saliva pooled in the back of her throat, making it difficult to breathe. The pain was unlike anything she had ever experienced before; it seemed to fill every part of her, from her battered ribs to the deepest recesses of her soul. Her vision swam as he continued to strike her again and again. She tried to shield herself with weak, shaking arms but could barely even register the impact of his fists against her own limbs. All she could do was whimper pathetically and hope that this would finally be over soon...

But part of her - a small, broken part deep down where none of the pain reached - felt grateful. Grateful for finally being held accountable... grateful for knowing what it truly meant to feel weak and helpless... grateful for having someone who

Her body slumped to the forest floor in a heap, the pain too much to bear as her consciousness began to slip away. Through tear-streaked eyes, she saw his shadow towering above her, his face twisted into a snarl of anger and disgust. She struggled weakly for breath, trying desperately to say something... anything... that might make this stop.

But no words came out. All she could do was lie there, broken and battered, as he loomed over her like some vengeful angel of retribution. And maybe, deep down where the pain couldn't quite reach, a tiny spark flickered to life. A spark of hope that perhaps... just perhaps... this wasn't the end. That there was still something worth living for after all she'd done.

Tears welled up in her eyes again as he cuffed her wrists tightly behind her back. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, every inhale sending fresh waves of agony through her ribcage. She tried to speak, to beg for mercy or at least explain herself, but no words would form past the lump in her throat. She could only stare up at him as he dragged her deeper into the darkness, feeling more and more helpless with every step they took. A shudder ran through her entire body as she realized that this nightmare was far from over. In fact, it seemed to be just beginning...

Her breath hitched in her throat as she glanced around at the untamed wilderness that surrounded them. The harsh reality of their situation began to sink in, and fear crawled up her spine like a living thing. She could feel herself growing weak, drained of strength by everything that had happened so far. Maybe... maybe this was what she deserved. Maybe this was the punishment she needed to learn from. Her head hung low as they moved deeper into the forest, each step taking her further from civilization and closer to whatever fate Griffin had in store for her.

Her heart pounded in her chest as the last thread connecting her to civilization snapped. She looked around frantically, eyes wide with fear as she took in the untamed wilderness that now surrounded her. Panic rose within her, threatening to choke off her breath. She struggled against her restraints, tears streaming down her face as adrenaline coursed through her veins.

Despair welled up inside her like bile, threatening to consume every last shred of hope she had left. But even in the darkest depths of her despair, a tiny spark refused to die. It was small and fragile, but it was there...and somehow, that knowledge gave her strength.

She shuddered violently as the full weight of her situation sank in. In this untamed wilderness, she was nothing but prey. Her carefully cultivated facade of control and strength meant nothing here; she was utterly at the mercy of whatever dangers lurked within reach. The thought both terrified and invigorated her in equal measure. For the first time in years, Hikaru felt truly vulnerable... and maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what she needed. This pain... this fear... it could be her salvation if she allowed herself to learn from it. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she struggled against her restraints once more, determined not to give up without a fight. But even as adrenaline pumped through her veins, a small part of her knew that survival was only the first step towards redemption... if it

Despite being helplessly handcuffed, Hikaru refuses to give up hope. She channeled her fear and anger into a burning determination to survive this ordeal. Every fiber of her being resisted the urge to break down and beg for mercy; instead, she focused on her surroundings, searching for anything that could help her escape or defend herself. As exhaustion set in, adrenaline coursed through her veins, keeping her alert and fighting against the relentless darkness of the forest.

Her eyes darted around, taking in every detail of her environment: the trees, the underbrush, the sounds of rustling leaves and creaking branches. She knew that she was no match for whatever predators lurked nearby, but she refused to surrender without a fight. This pain... this fear... it could be her salvation if she allowed herself to learn from it.

Hikaru's heart leaps into her throat as she sees the venomous cobra slithering towards her. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as adrenaline surges through her system. She thrashes violently against her restraints, trying desperately to free herself and escape the danger closing in around her.

With every ounce of strength she can muster, she struggles against the cruel constraints that hold her helpless. Her panicked eyes dart frantically from the snake to her hands, searching for some means of defense or escape. She feels hot tears streak down her cheeks as the realization sets in: this is it; her survival instincts will be put to the ultimate test.

Despite the panic and terror coursing through her veins, Hikaru forces herself to remain still. She closes her eyes tightly, willing her racing heartbeat to slow down as she focuses on taking deep, steady breaths. The cobra's presence is an eerie reminder of how fragile and vulnerable she truly is in this moment, stripped of all pretense and control.

As the tension in her body begins to ease, Hikaru becomes more aware of her surroundings. The underbrush rustles nearby, alerting her to the presence of other animals in the forest. She wiggles against her restraints once more, searching for any sign of weakness or give in the bark and vines holding her captive. But no matter how hard she struggles, she knows that escape will not come easily; it will require every ounce of cunning and strength she poss

With the venomous cobra lurking nearby and her restraints proving more secure than she'd hoped, Hikaru decides to change tactics. She redirects her focus inward, searching for a way to calm her racing mind and find some semblance of control amidst the chaos. Taking another deep breath, she begins speaking softly to herself, trying to quiet the panic with words of encouragement and determination.

As she continues to struggle against the restraints, her movements become smoother and more deliberate. She no longer wastes energy on futile attempts at escape; instead, she channels all of her focus into finding a weakness in the bindings that might give way under pressure. The cobra watches silently from nearby, its unblinking gaze fixed upon her as if waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Her breath hitches in her throat as the cobra's threatening display leaves her feeling more vulnerable than ever. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribcage, but she refuses to let fear rule her actions anymore. Drawing on every last ounce of strength and resilience she possesses, she redoubles her efforts to break free from the restraints holding her captive.

Her movements are swift and precise now, each tug at the bark and vines a deliberate attack designed to weaken them enough for escape. The cobra watches closely, its head weaving hypnotically as it sizes up its prey. But Hikaru remains unfazed; instead, she uses the predator's own behavior against it, using its anticipation of an easy kill to her advantage in this desperate struggle for survival.

The sudden appearance of the fearless mongoose catches Hikaru off guard, but she doesn't hesitate to take advantage of this unexpected development. Her focus shifts briefly as she watches the two predators engage in a fierce battle for dominance, their sharp claws and teeth tearing into one another with relentless fury.

Drawing on this brief distraction, Hikaru renews her efforts to break free from her bindings. Her movements are now fueled by desperation as well as determination; each tug at the restraints sends fresh surges of pain through her body, but she refuses to let that deter her from her goal. The cobra and mongoose continue their intense struggle nearby, unaware of the quiet prisoner watching from the sidelines, waiting for her chance to make a move.

Her heart pounds in her chest as sweat beads on her forehead

The beautiful woman's presence catches Hikaru off guard for an entirely different reason; her reaction to the stunning stranger is one of jealousy and anger. This attractive, kind-looking individual is everything that Hikaru is not, and it enrages her that someone like this would dare show up here. She watches silently as the cobra and mongoose continue their battle nearby, hoping against hope for one of them to emerge victorious so she can escape unscathed.

Despite the new development, Hikaru never takes her eyes off the mysterious woman. In that instant, she realizes that she has been given an unexpected opportunity to regain some control over this chaotic situation. Her mind races as she formulates a plan, weighing the potential benefits and risks of engaging with this stranger.

As if sensing Hikaru's scrutiny, the woman glances in

Hikaru glares at the woman suspiciously, her expression unmistakably hostile despite the childish cuteness of her voice. "What do you want?" she snaps, her tone laced with venom. "And who the fuck do you think you are, coming here and offering to help me?" Her words are sharp as knives, meant to slice through the stranger's confidence and make her back down.

The beautiful woman doesn't seem fazed by Hikaru's hostility in the slightest; instead, she smiles warmly and takes a step closer, causing Hikaru to tense up even further at the proximity. "Oh, I'm just someone who saw you struggling and wanted to help," she says with an innocent shrug. Her voice is soft and soothing, in sharp contrast to Hikaru's harsh bark.

Hikaru hesitates

Despite her better judgment, Hikaru finds herself considering the stranger's offer. The cobra and mongoose are still engaged in their deadly battle nearby, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. And even though this woman's motives might not be entirely pure, she does seem genuinely concerned for Hikaru's well-being. With a sigh of resignation, Hikaru looks at the woman, trying to mask her doubt with false bravado. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "But if you mess this up, I swear I'll make you regret it."

The beautiful woman nods understandingly and takes another step closer, now close enough for Hikaru to feel the warmth emanating from her body. Before Hikaru can change her mind, the mysterious stranger reaches out and deftly slips one of her slender hands between the bark of