Faye leaned on the sofa beside me, her vibrant energy a stark contrast to the leaden weight in my own limbs. The remnants of a shared takeout container sat between us, a testament to our attempt at a normal Friday night, a feeble shield against the storm brewing within me.
"Work is so tiring. I want to take a break," she declared, stretching languidly, her words laced with a playful weariness that I envied.
I replied calmly, my voice betraying none of the turmoil that churned beneath the surface, "Take a break to rest." It was a simple suggestion, a logical solution, but I knew, with a sinking feeling, that it wasn't what she had in mind.
But she had other plans, her eyes sparkling with mischief, a familiar glint that always preceded some impulsive adventure.
"Let's go to the bar!" she exclaimed, her voice rising with excitement, her hand reaching for mine, pulling me towards the promise of escape.
My eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of resistance in their depths. "Again? I thought you were tired?" The question was laced with a hint of skepticism, a reluctance to embrace the chaos that always seemed to follow Faye.
Faye smiled mischievously, her lips curving into a knowing grin. "Work is different from happiness. Come on!" She tugged at my hand, her persistence unwavering, her enthusiasm infectious.
I sighed, giving in to her relentless charm, surrendering to the inevitable. "Okay, fine. But let's go home early, you know my first day of work tomorrow at Ylvis." The words were a plea, a desperate attempt to impose some semblance of control on the night, to protect myself from the consequences of my own impulsiveness.
The familiar scent of alcohol, different perfumes, and smoke washed over us as we arrived at the bar, a sensory assault that both repelled and intrigued me. The music throbbed, the lights pulsed, the crowd surged, a chaotic symphony of hedonism and despair.
"This is the life I wanted to have forever!" Faye shouted, her voice barely audible above the din, her eyes shining with a reckless abandon that both frightened and fascinated me.
I just shrugged, offering a weak smile, and made my way to the bar, seeking solace in the familiar ritual of ordering a drink. A waitress, her face etched with weariness, handed me a glass of whiskey, her movements mechanical, her eyes devoid of emotion.
The whiskey tasted different from before, sharper, more bitter, as if it had been laced with something more potent than alcohol. Damn it, my body feels so hot, a strange heat spreading through my veins, making my skin prickle with an unsettling awareness.
"Are you okay?" Faye asked, her brow furrowing with concern, her hand reaching out to touch my arm.
"Yes, I am fine," I replied, my voice sounding strained, unnatural, even to my own ears. "Where are we going?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from my own discomfort, to regain some semblance of control over the situation.
"VIP, of course," Faye declared, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, her hand pulling me towards the exclusive section of the bar, a world of velvet ropes and inflated egos.
Aphrodisiac. The word flashed through my mind, a chilling realization that sent a wave of nausea washing over me. The whiskey had been drugged, my body was being hijacked, my will was being eroded. The heck.
"Gotta use restroom for a while," I mumbled, my voice barely audible, my legs feeling unsteady, my head spinning.
Heading to the restroom, I stumbled through the crowd, my body growing hotter with each step, my senses becoming increasingly distorted. I need to find someone, anyone, because if not… Maybe this is my end. The thought terrified me, but also, strangely, aroused me.
A scent of man stroked my nose, a primal musk that ignited a fire within me, bypassing my conscious mind, appealing to something deeper, more instinctual. Without words, I reached out, my hand grasping his, my fingers interlacing with his, seeking connection, seeking release. Pressed my lips onto him, surrendering to the overwhelming desire that consumed me.
At first, he did not respond, his body stiff, his mind hesitant. "Just this night. Pleasure me, please!" I whispered, my voice hoarse, my words a desperate plea, a surrender to the overwhelming needs of my body.
In a minute, he entered his tongue onto mine, his kiss rough and demanding, his touch possessive and urgent, as if looking for something, as if trying to claim me as his own. His hands drove and went to my pearl, his fingers tracing the delicate folds of my flesh, awakening a long-dormant sensuality that I had tried so hard to suppress.
"Already wet huh!" he mumbled between our deep kiss, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine, his words a claim, a declaration of ownership.
I don't care what will happened, my mind screamed, surrendering to the overwhelming desire that consumed me. I was eaten by my body needs, consumed by the fire that raged within me.
He stripped my clothes, his movements rough and impatient, tearing away the fabric that separated me from his touch. He unbuttoned my shorts, his fingers fumbling with the clasp, his breath hot against my skin. He drove away with my underwear, discarding them as if they were nothing more than a nuisance. No wasted time, I felt one of his fingers inserted me, from gentle to hard, teasing my senses, driving me to the brink of madness.
"Hmmmmm," I moaned, my voice a soft whimper, my body arching towards his touch, seeking release, seeking satisfaction.
He sucked my nipples like a baby, his lips tugging and teasing, his teeth grazing my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. Still his hands rubbing my clit, his fingers dancing across my most sensitive spot, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
"I want more, hmmmm!" I whimpered, my voice barely audible, my body trembling with anticipation, my mind surrendering to the overwhelming needs of my flesh.
No words spill, he added one finger inside of me, stretching me, filling me, driving me wild with desire. Not long time, I felt something inside of me explode, a rush of pleasure that washed over me, consuming me, leaving me breathless and weak.
"I'm cumming!" I cried out, my voice a strangled gasp, my body convulsing with ecstasy.
My legs were shaken and I felt weak, my body trembling, my mind spinning, but my body still sinking while he licked my pearl, his harded tongue insert me again, driving me back to the brink of madness.
"that's it!" I exclaimed while moaning, my voice a strangled cry, my body arching towards his touch, seeking release, seeking oblivion.
Another explosion of mine errupt and he still sank and lick everything, his tongue relentless, his touch insatiable, his desire mirroring my own.
"You're juice is so sweet. My manhood is getting harder as you moan babe!" guy said while sucking my nipples again, his words a taunt, a challenge, a promise of even greater pleasure to come.
"Insert me now," I begged, my voice hoarse, my body trembling, my mind surrendering completely to his will.
"Beg me first!" He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger, his touch teasing, his power absolute. He thrusting his finger in my clit, driving me wild with desire, pushing me to the edge of sanity. I want more, I needed more, I craved the release that only he could provide.
"Please insert me now, bring me to heaven!" I pleaded, my voice a desperate whisper, my body arching towards his touch, my soul surrendering to his command.
"As you wish!" He whispered, his voice a low growl, his eyes burning with desire, his body trembling with anticipation.
He insert his whole manhood on me, his thrust forceful, his presence overwhelming, his power absolute. Something was broken inside of me, a barrier shattered, a threshold crossed.
"Damn you it's hurt!" I shouted him, my voice a strangled cry, my body recoiling in pain, my mind struggling to comprehend the violation.
"It's fine, it's just hurt for the first time but later on it will become your moan loud and seductive baby!" he give me smack, his words a promise, a threat, a challenge to my will.
Minutes passed, pain was lessen, replaced by a strange, unsettling mixture of pleasure and shame.
"Move now!" I commanded, my voice barely audible, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
He thrust inside me, his movements rough and demanding, his rhythm relentless, his presence overwhelming. Same as what he did through his finger, his touch teasing, his power absolute. Gentle until it became hard and wild, his control absolute, my surrender complete.
He push me to the wall while his huge this was inside of me, his grip tight, his touch possessive, his power absolute.
"You're mine now. So addicted!" he said while sucking my neck, his words a claim, a declaration of ownership, his touch branding me as his own. Pretty sure to let marks visible tomorrow, a reminder of my surrender, a mark of his dominance. Not long enough, he release his juice outside not far from my clit, his climax a wave of heat that washed over me, leaving me breathless and weak.
So Good, my mind whispered, surrendering to the pleasure, embracing the shame, accepting my fate.
I thought he's done, but he instantly push me and face me into bed, his movements rough, his touch demanding, his power absolute. No wasted time, he inserted again, thrust mine as if he owned it, his rhythm relentless, his control total.
The dark ate me, I just know he's not yet done after five rounds, my body aching, my mind reeling, my soul surrendering to his will.
'𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴!' I thought, but the pain was intertwined with pleasure, the shame mixed with desire, the surrender complete.
The man next to me sounded asleep, his breathing deep and even, his body relaxed and vulnerable. I couldn't see his face clearly – never mind, his identity was irrelevant, his purpose fulfilled. His chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, soothing me momentarily, offering a fleeting illusion of peace.
Faye's voice interrupted my thoughts, her tone laced with concern, her words a reminder of the world outside this darkened room.
"Where have you been? I was looking for you for the whole time, even your phone is out of reach," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of worry and exasperation.
Her tone was laced with concern and a hint of amusement, as if she suspected something had happened, but couldn't quite believe the truth.
She examined my whole body with her eyes, her gaze lingering on the faint marks that adorned my neck, a silent accusation, a knowing judgment. She raising an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of shock and disbelief.
"..... Who's that lucky man huh?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes searching mine, seeking answers, seeking understanding.
Her gaze lingered on my neck, where faint marks remained, a visible testament to my surrender, a brand of his ownership.
I struggled to walk, my body aching, my limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive. I holding my waist, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity as we headed to the sofa, seeking refuge in the familiar comfort of our friendship.
"I don't know his name!" I confessed, my voice barely audible, my eyes Averting hers, ashamed of my actions, ashamed of my surrender.
Faye's eyes widened, her voice filled with surprise and disbelief. "What? You don't know him yet you gave your virginity to him? Unbelievable!" Her words were a judgment, a condemnation, a reflection of my own self-loathing.
She sat beside me, her concern etched on her face, her hand reaching out to touch mine, offering comfort, offering support. "Aubrey, what happened? You're not the type to…." Her voice trailed off, her words unspoken, her judgment clear.
I explained calmly, trying to process events myself, to make sense of the chaos that had consumed me. "I was drugged last night, remember the wine given to me by the waiter?" The words were an explanation, an excuse, a desperate attempt to justify my actions, to alleviate my guilt.
Silence remained, heavy and suffocating, filled with unspoken questions and unspoken judgments. Faye's expression turned thoughtful, her eyes narrowing with suspicion, her mind piecing together the fragments of the night, searching for the truth.
Then she spoke again, her voice low and serious, her words laced with a chilling realization. "Wait, I've seen your demon sister out there last night. Do you think it's a coincidence?"
You will never stop until you've seen me crawling huh, my mind screamed, a surge of anger and resentment washing over me.
I spat out the words, bitterness evident in my voice, "It's intentional." My sister, Ella, the embodiment of everything I despised, the architect of my misery, the puppet master pulling the strings of my life.
Faye's eyes sparkled with anger and shock, her hand clenching into a fist, her body tensing with rage. "wait—what?!" Her voice was a strangled gasp, her disbelief palpable, her loyalty unwavering.
I stood up, my body still aching, my mind racing, my heart filled with a mixture of anger and despair. "Gonna clean myself up. Work is important than what happened!" The words were a shield, a defense mechanism, a desperate attempt to regain control, to escape the pain, to bury the shame.
Faye grabbed my arm, her grip tight, her eyes pleading with me to stop, to listen, to understand. "Aubrey, wait. We need to talk about this." Her voice was urgent, her concern genuine, her loyalty unwavering.
But I pulled away, my mind racing, my thoughts chaotic, my emotions overwhelming.
Damn it. Do I give you enough space to bring me down? my mind screamed, a surge of paranoia washing over me.
I thought they were letting me live my life in peace but it seems, they are plotting again and again to me, my thoughts spiraling into a vortex of fear and resentment.
Faye followed me to the bathroom door, her voice pleading, her touch gentle. "Why don't you come back home. If it's Ella's intention so you can talk to her!" Her suggestion was a temptation, a promise of comfort, a lure back into the darkness I had tried so hard to escape.
Faye does not know how hell the Moore state right now, my mind whispered, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked within those walls.
I turned to her, my expression grim, my eyes filled with a mixture of pain and defiance. "Do you think I can? If I'll go back, what's the sense of fighting my rights?" The question was a challenge, a test of her loyalty, a plea for understanding.
I mumbled, pain and frustration evident in my voice, my body trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and despair.
If people won't stand seeing you to flee for your self then do it for your own good, my mind whispered, a chilling reminder of the need for self-preservation.
I pushed the thought aside, focusing on my reflection in the mirror, trying to find some semblance of strength, some flicker of hope in the haunted eyes that stared back at me.
People were just have two options; Take your side or against you. If you did not use your mind, you lose, my mind whispered, a chilling reminder of the ruthless nature of the world I inhabited.
I freshened up quickly, trying to erase the marks of the night, to cleanse myself of the shame and the violation, but the memories lingered, the pain remained, the wounds festered.
Urging to leave seeing what time is it, I grabbed my things, my movements mechanical, my mind detached.
Time to face reality – and my new job, I thought, a surge of determination washing over me, a flicker of hope igniting in the darkness.
I walked out the door with Faye, heading to Ylvis Corporation, ready to face whatever challenges awaited me, determined to survive, determined to fight, determined to reclaim my life.
I walked into the sleek glass building of Ylvis Corporation with Faye, the towering structure a symbol of power and ambition, a beacon of hope in the sprawling cityscape.
She wished me luck before leaving for her own job, her words a blessing, her presence a comfort, her friendship a lifeline.
I approached the reception desk, my heart pounding, my palms sweating, my Nerves threatening to overwhelm me.
"Good morning, I'm Aubrey Moore. I have an appointment with Director Ming," I announced, my voice sounding surprisingly calm, my demeanor betraying none of the turmoil that raged within me.
The receptionist smiled, her expression polite and professional, her eyes scanning the appointment book. "Good morning Ms. Moore. Director Ming is waiting for you. Please, follow me."
She led me to a spacious office on the top floor, the elevator ride a silent ascent into the unknown, the city sprawling beneath us, a tapestry of concrete and steel.
Director Ming stood up from behind her desk, her figure framed by the panoramic view of the city, her presence commanding, her gaze intense.
"Good morning Aubrey! Welcome to Ylvis Corporation," she greeted, her voice smooth and controlled, her smile enigmatic.
I shook her hand, her grip firm, her touch sending a shiver down my spine, her power palpable.
Director Ming gestured for me to sit, her movements graceful, her demeanor confident, her control absolute.
"Based on your resume given, I want you to be head engineer of my progress AI team," she announced, her words a surprise, her offer a challenge, her expectations high.
Seeing your capabilities, you are more than what you have applied for, she continued, her eyes assessing me, her gaze penetrating, her judgment unwavering.
I was taken aback by the sudden promotion offer, my mind racing to process the implications, to understand the motives behind her decision.
"Thank you, I take that as a compliment but it's better to start as your lowly staff over taking such concluded position given by you," I replied, my voice measured, my demeanor humble, my intentions genuine.
I said with humbleness, wanting to prove myself first, to earn my place, to demonstrate my worth.
Director Ming shrugged her head, her expression unreadable, her thoughts concealed.
"Okay I'll take that as for your humbleness, but I am just giving you a 1-month provocation in that, after that you'll gonna be head engineer. Please!" she conceded, her voice persuasive, her offer tempting, her power undeniable.
Well if that's the case, much better, I thought, a flicker of ambition igniting within me, a spark of hope flickering in the darkness. I nodded in agreement, accepting her challenge, embracing the opportunity, surrendering to her will.
Heading to my workplace silently, my mind still on last night's events, the memories lingering, the shame festering, the fear growing.
A grown man voice echoed, shouted from a nearby room, his words laced with anger, his tone threatening.
"What? Is Ming's insane?"
I was about to leave, to ignore the intrusion, to focus on my work, but curiosity got the better of me, a primal urge to know, to understand, to protect myself from potential danger.
I sneaked back to the door, listening carefully, my heart pounding, my palms sweating, my senses heightened.
"If this will continue, I don't have a choice but to kill her," the man threatened, his words chilling, his intent clear, his violence imminent.
My eyes widened, my blood ran cold, my breath caught in my throat. Kill Director Ming? The thought was terrifying, the implications devastating, the danger immediate.
I slowly opened the door, peeking inside, my body trembling, my mind racing, my soul screaming.
A tall man stood with his back to me, his figure imposing, his presence menacing, his power palpable. His hands dripping with blood, the crimson liquid a stark contrast to the sterile environment, a symbol of violence and death.
My heart raced, my mind reeled, my body froze. What did I just walk into? What had I stumbled upon? What awaited me in this world of secrets and lies?
The man suddenly turned, noticing me, his movements swift, his eyes piercing, his gaze intense.
Our eyes met for a brief moment – piercing blue eyes, the same cold, calculating eyes that had haunted my dreams, the same predatory gaze that had sent shivers down my spine.
Then he quickly turned back, wiping his hands, his movements deliberate, his expression unreadable, his intentions concealed.
"Get out of here, this doesn't concern you," he commanded, his voice low and menacing, his words a threat, his power absolute.
I froze, my mind racing, my thoughts chaotic, my emotions overwhelming. Should I run? Should I scream? Should I fight? Or should I just surrender to his will, accept my fate, embrace the darkness?
But my legs moved on their own, turning to leave quickly, my body responding to his command, my will surrendering to his power.
He called out behind me, his voice Echoing in the silence, his words a promise, his tone menacing.
"Aubrey Moore, we'll meet again soon."
My heart skipped a beat, my breath caught in my throat, my blood ran cold. He knew my name! He knew who I was, what I was, where I was. I was no longer anonymous, no longer invisible, no longer safe.
I rushed to my assigned desk, my movements frantic, my mind racing, my body trembling. Trying to calm down, to regain control, to escape the fear that threatened to consume me.
Colleagues introduced themselves, their voices a distant hum, their faces a blur of unfamiliar features. But I barely heard them, barely saw them, barely registered their presence.
My mind was still on the mysterious man and his threat, his words echoing in my head, his image burned into my memory, his power overwhelming my senses.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed – unknown number, the screen flashing, the vibration jarring, the message ominous.
'Soon you'll regret working at Ylvis Corporation.'
My blood ran cold, my heart stopped beating, my breath caught in my throat. This was getting personal. This was no longer about Director Ming, no longer about Ylvis Corporation, no longer about anything but me.
This was a direct attack, a personal vendetta, a promise of pain and suffering. And I knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was just the beginning.