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Isadora's heart raced as she flinched at the sound of her name reverberating through the room, her senses heightened with a primal fear that coursed through her veins. With cautious steps, she approached Anakin, whose face contorted with a menacing anger that sent a chill down her spine. His eyes bore into her with a fierce intensity, burning with a hunger that seemed to devour her very soul.
"What do you want?" Isadora's voice quivered with trepidation, her hands trembling at her sides.
Anakin's expression hardened, his jaw clenched with a palpable fury that pulsed through the air like a thunderous storm. "Get on your knees," he commanded, his voice dripping with a dark, seductive allure that sent a shiver down her spine.
Isadora's breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling with shock and disbelief at the intensity of his demand. She had never seen Anakin like this before, consumed by a darkness that seemed to radiate from every pore of his being. It was both terrifying and strangely exhilarating, awakening a primal instinct within her that she couldn't quite comprehend.
Despite the fear that clawed at her insides, Isadora knew that she had no choice but to obey. With trembling hands, she sank to her knees before him, her eyes fixated on the floor as she awaited his next command. The air crackled with tension as Anakin loomed over her, his presence dominating the space like a powerful force of nature.
"You belong to me," Anakin growled, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Isadora's spine. "You will do as I say, without question or hesitation."
Isadora felt a chill run down her spine at his words, a cold realization settling over her like a suffocating blanket. In that moment, she knew that she was truly at his mercy, that he held the power to dictate her every move. But even as she bowed her head in submission, a spark of defiance flickered within her, a reminder of the fiery spirit that burned deep within her soul.
As she knelt before him, her heart filled with a fierce determination to reclaim her freedom, no matter the cost. She refused to let Anakin break her spirit, to bend her to his will. And as she braced herself for whatever punishment he had in store, she knew that she would fight tooth and nail to break free from the chains that bound her to him.
Isadora's breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and arousal at the dominating presence he exuded. This was not the sweet Anakin she once knew. This was a man consumed by darkness, a man who would not tolerate any defiance or disobedience.
"I am not the sweet Anakin you once knew," he continued, his voice low and menacing. "I will not take your shit, and I will not hesitate to assert my dominance over you. You are my prisoner, and no one else can touch you except me."
A chill ran down Isadora's spine at his words, a cold realization settling over her like a heavy weight. She was truly at his mercy, completely under his control. And as she knelt before him, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and desire, she knew that she had no choice but to submit to his will.
