Chapter 93: Five Years Later

Five years later...

People just don't know their limits, do they? I communicate my needs and wants politely, yet some still insist on crossing the line I drew.

Infuriating.

"P-Please stop!" screamed the man in front of me, his face twisted in agony. "F-Fucking stop!"

I'd booked this room at this expensive hotel and even ordered some toys and handcuffs for my own enjoyment. But I quickly realized that those toys could serve... alternative purposes. It was such a joy seeing him squirm beneath me, his hands and feet tied securely to the corners of the bed.

I felt invincible-his feeble little self, nothing more than a toy for me to play with.

"W-What are you doing? P-Please, no! Ahhh!"

No matter how many times he pleaded, I wasn't stopping. His screams, his desperate pleas-they fueled me. They made me feel powerful.

The man's name was Henry-a handsome guy I'd met at the bar. He looked like someone I could toy with, so I brought him back to my room.

I'd proposed a deal: he could pleasure me with the toys I had, and in exchange, I'd give him a handjob. He agreed without hesitation.

But, of course, he had other plans. Plans I saw through instantly.

"Why would I stop?" I asked, mocking him. "You said you wanted to be pleasured, didn't you? That's why you tried to shove your dick inside me."

I enjoy being pleasured, sure-but only with toys. It's pathetic doing it alone sometimes, so I'd wanted a partner to help. But I'd made it clear that no one was allowed to actually fuck me. Ever. And this man dared to cross the line.

"You're not enjoying this?" I sneered, pressing my foot down on his manhood again. "I can barely feel it. How disappointing."

I laughed hysterically as I toyed with him, moving my foot over his tiny cock. Turns out, his bravado was bigger than anything else about him.

this?" I asked, removing my foot from his

and sat at its edge. I squeezed his cock tight. He writhed and cursed at me, as if his insults

I had for breakfast was bigger than this,"

and groans filled the room.

see blood under my nails-such a fascinating

punishment," I said coldly. "Enjoy the

pitiful state. Even now, he

raising my

handing it over. His disgust mirrored my own, and I couldn't help but chuckle at

gun, I paused. "Wait. Let me wash my hands first. I wouldn't

knew better than to think this was

my hands, watching the water swirl away the blood. It felt almost therapeutic, as if the anger and disgust were washing

out, that idiot Henry

Share the joy of

there!"

mockingly as I walked toward him. My gun felt

I'll just make

I pulled the trigger.

echoed through the room, blood splattering everywhere-even on

it. I should've stepped

was to head back to the hideout and let

he even have a brain if he doesn't know how to

you going

fucking mess," I cut off my

with that right now. I'm not in the mood to put on a fake

anyone from daring to

I

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