156 parts Ongoing MatureI've pushed my luck. I see that now. A part of me is ready to crumble under his authority, and another part wants to keep fighting.
Why does it feel like I'm begging for something I know my butt is gonna hate? Do I want him to correct me?
No! ...Right?
"Answer me, Fa," he snarls.
I press my lips together. I fear that if I speak, it'll be something stupid or way too bratty.
"Do you need another spanking?" he threatens darkly and lowly, pulling me even closer.
When I still don't answer, he orders, "Get on your knees."
"Kinda hard to when you got your hand in my hair," I reply flatly.
Something sparks in his eyes that startles me. He releases my hair and my throat. I crawl off the bed and drop to my knees, my lips twisted in annoyance. All the while, he marches to the closet and starts digging around in a box on the floor, his body radiating anger.
Amidst my pounding heart and rambling self-criticism for getting myself in this position, he yanks at something in the box, and everything comes to a standstill. Nothing could have prepared me for what he rips out of that box.
***
The undead have risen, and now they walk across the globe. The world is upside down, societies have emerged.
Fábia, sharp-tongued and stubborn, escapes the infected only to find herself in the hands of Sabin-an imposing man with a mysterious past and strict rules.
He brings her to Bronzeclaw Haven, a fortified sanctuary bound by ministerial law and twisted beliefs. Inside these walls, obedience is survival. Submission is expected. Fábia must navigate the complexities of power, obedience, and unexpected connections.
She finds herself caught in a twisted dance between pain and pleasure, protection and control. And the worst part? She's not sure if she wants to escape.
But while she wrestles with desire and control, something darker is growing inside Bronzeclaw. Threats may not come from the dead clawing at the outside, but rather from the secrets festering within.
