DEADLY OBSESSION 15> A Bet With The Devil

15> A Bet With The Devil

(The bedroom is thick with tension. The collar gleams in his hand, a symbol of ownership. A game she can’t afford to lose—but losing might not be up to her.)

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂

You’re sick..

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂

(chuckles) You say that like it’s news, baby.

(He steps closer, backing her into the wall.The weight of his presence is suffocating, intoxicating.)

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂

So, what will it be? Fight…(tilts his head) or surrender?

(Evelyn’s heart slams against her ribs. She can’t let him win.Not like this. Not with that thing around her neck.)

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂

Fine. I’ll fight.

(His smirk deepens.This is exactly what he wanted.)

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂

Good girl.

(But the second she lunges at him, he moves faster.Too fast. A blur of strength and control—before she even realizes what’s happened, he has her pinned to the bed, wrist trapped, his weight pressing her down.)

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂

You cheated!

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂

(laughs) No, baby. I won.

(His fingers brush against her throat, not squeezing, just teasing.A reminder of who’s in control.And then, the click.)

(Evelyn’s breath stutters)

The collar is on.

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂

(tone soft, satisfied) Look how perfect you are for me.

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