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Wetness pools between my thighs when the reality of my situation hits me. I’m his captive and plaything, and I’ve never been more turned on. I yearn to feel the shackles of his possession, to explore the darkness that entwines us.

“I can see the hunger in your eyes.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “You want more.”

Desire clouds my judgment, and I part my lips. “Yes,” I breathe, surrendering to my need. “I want more.”

“Say it, Aria. Beg me for more.”

I bite my lip. “Please... I want more.”

A gravelly laugh rumbles from his chest, sending vibrations through my body. “I knew you’d be perfect, Aria. That’s why I chose you.”

“Chose me?” I ask, my curiosity battling with my desire. “Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful, innocent, and curious—a trifecta I couldn’t resist. And your reactions...” He leans in close, his red eyes burning with intensity. “...are everything I’d hoped for.”

His lips descend to mine, claiming me in a kiss that promises more secrets to be uncovered and desires to be explored.

He leans down, his masked face inches from mine. “Now, let’s find out how much more you can take.”

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ARIA

“It’s time for a little game.” The muffled voice of my captor snaps me back to reality. My body hums from the intense pleasure he coaxed from me, but his words spark a new intrigue.

“A game?” I ask, shifting on the bed, moving my position to face him as best I can with my arms bound.

“A game of cat and mouse. A test of your wits and will.” He gestures toward a door. “Beyond that door lies a cornfield, and I’m offering you a chance to escape. Your task is to run through the field and reach the main road. If you succeed, you’re free to go, no questions asked.”

My heart quickens. “And if I don’t make it?”

A light flickers in his eyes. “Then you choke on my cock, swallow every drop of my cum, and become my obedient slave for the remainder of the night.”

Despite the fucked-up situation, my body reacts to his words. A flush of heat settles between my legs, and my breath quickens. The idea of being pursued and dominated stokes a fire within me.

“But I don’t know you,” I whisper. “How can I trust that you’ll let me go?”

He advances toward me, and the pupils of his spooky red eyes seem to glow from behind his mask. “The choice is yours, Aria.”

I swallow hard. He’s right—the power lies in my hands. I envision myself sprinting through the cornfield, the rustling leaves caressing my skin, the darkness enveloping me.

But what if I fail?

What if I run straight into his waiting arms?

“So, what will it be?” He demands.

I sense my desire dueling with my fear. Should I take the risk and run with the possibility of being caught and having to be his slave for the night or stay here bound? My gaze flickers to the window, beyond which lies the tempting cornfield, beckoning me like a siren’s song.

“I’ll play your game,” I say, my voice steady. “But if I win, you must promise to let me go. No strings attached.”

The masked man releases a deep, rumbling chuckle throughout the room. “Agreed, baby. You’ll be free if you escape that field before I catch you. No choking on my dick, no submission, just your freedom.”

With deft movements, he strides toward me and unleashes a knife, slicing through the ropes that bind me to the bed. I rub my sore wrists, enjoying the freedom.

He takes a step back. “Are you ready to play?”

Determination surges within me. “Yes, I’m ready.”

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