Adolph
I stood up from my chair, leaning closer to her
The air in the basement is thick, heavy with the stench of damp stone and fear.. She's smaller than I remember, fragile, her wrists bound behind her. The chains rattle softly as she move a little behind on her chair, a sound that grates but also pleases me-her helplessness on display.
I step forward, boots deliberate against the cold floor. She flinches at the sound, her eyes wide and confused, locking onto me.
Good,she should be scared
"Pathetic," I mutter, my voice cutting through the silence. The word feels satisfying, like it belongs in this moment. I lean against the wall, arms crossed, watching her, letting the silence drag on. "You've fallen so far, haven't you?"
Her lips quiver, but she presses them into a thin line, trying to summon defiance. I almost laugh.
"Why are you doing this?" she asks, her voice trembling but tinged with frustration. "What do you want from me?"
I tilt my head, considering her. What do I want? It's not the right question. I take a slow step toward her, watching her body tense, her back pressing against the back of the chair in an attempt to get away.
She thinks she's in control. She doesn't know how much I enjoy this.
"It's not about what I want," I say, crouching down to her level, my face inches from hers. "It's about what you deserve."
The confusion in her eyes deepens, but I see something else there now-fear. I drink it in, savoring it.
She has no idea, does she?
"I don't understand," she whispers. "I don't even know what I did to you."
I move too fast for her to react, gripping her chin firmly, forcing her to look at me. "Don't lie to me," I growl. "You destroyed me. You ruined everything. You played with me ,my emotions And now..." I let my grip soften, my thumb brushing the corner of her trembling lips. "Now, I'm going to take my time ruining you."
Her breath hitches, and I feel a rush of satisfaction. I keep my face cold, my mask of control unshaken. Control is everything. I won't let her see what she does to me underneath this surface.
"You think these restrains are the worst thing about your situation?" I ask, my voice low and venomous. I trail my fingers down her neck, feeling the frantic pulse under my touch. "No. The worst thing is me. I'll tear you apart piece by piece, and the best part? You'll beg for it. For me."
She glares at me, fury breaking through her fear. "You're a monster," she spits, voice shaking but strong.
I smile at her, cruel and sharp. Leaning in closer, I let my breath tickle her ear. "Maybe. But you made me this way, Neti. You made me your monster."
I pull back just enough to see her expression. It's a mix of confusion, hatred, and something else-something she doesn't fully understand yet. I straighten up, letting go of her chin with a final, deliberate touch.
"This is only the beginning," I say, my voice cold, calculated. "You don't get to hate me without consequences. And trust me, Neti..." I smile wider, watching her closely. "You'll hate yourself even more than you hate me."
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