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I narrow my eyes towards the blinding lights of the computer, my eyes following the suspicious, dressed in fully black being.

At first, I truly believed it was Adrianna, however after a few more seconds of squinting, it was evidently not her. Her hair is longer, her thighs are thicker and she's overall just shorter.

It's a man, and my suspicions finally fit together. Dimitri successfully made it in.

My eyes scan all of the cameras and I enlarge the one with Adrianna right in frame.

And fuck me, the only thing that comes to my mind is the sight of her coming undone in front of me. Her emerald orbs rolling into the back of her head, her mouth falling slightly agape and her head tilting backwards.

The image alone sending pulses to my cock, ones no one has made me feel before.

As sickening and forbidden it feels, the image is able to make me cum over and over again. Like she's my little game, waiting to be played with over and over again.

I was on edge that night, almost willing to cum in my slacks like a little teenager who's seen a pussy for the first time in their life. It's wrong, it felt wrong. I almost certainly wasn't meant to allow such a matter to happen, yet when I sensed the sexual desire radiating off of her, I couldn't help myself.

In that moment, she controlled me. She controlled my senses, my actions, everything about me. Adrianna's little moans, her whimpers. Even her fucking snarky comebacks.

It was a dangerous fucking game, and really, I should've used that moment to shoot her. Enforce her into a slow, painfully agonising death that if she survived, it'd be a fucking embarrassing story to tell to her family.

"One moment I was getting fucked by a gun, the next I hear the gun go off. A bullet shooting up my organs."

Just like a psychopath, I stifle a laugh just from imagining the look on her face alone - petrified, already sensing the feeling of death way before she's received mercy from the earth and it finally stripping her soul from her body. Putting her out of her shitty misery.

I would willingly pay good fucking money just to psychically have her underneath me, begging for her life as I edge her towards death for an eternity.

I've spent restless days and nights just thinking about what utensils I would use. First, I'd use her own fucking knife and stab it into her hand. Then, I would use her pathetic drill to drill holes into her body.

Most people may think I'm stealing her torturing methods, but she's the one torturing an innocent man. Adrianna is a damn right fool, I practically laid myself out to her that night and she took nothing back home with her.

I expected her to be much more clever, make more calculated decisions. Yet I'm getting proved wrong with her doing anything but that.

I wouldn't blame Adrianna if she reassures herself that she has a top-notch security system. From a glance, it sure looks like she does.

But the main questions are, if she had such a secure system, why am I still not kicked out from her surveillance system? Why have the cameras not been replaced?