Like a predator circling, certain his prey would come willingly.
And I did.
Not out of ignorance, but out of something far more dangerous: curiosity.
I mistook his obsession for devotion. I thought I could step close, touch the bars, and walk away untouched. But the moment I heard the door close behind me, I knew—
This wasn’t a game. I had become his.
His possession.
His obsession.
His chosen prey
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