The house slept restlessly. Lights dimmed. Rooms quiet. Even the breeze through the hallway windows moved slower, as though the building itself was holding its breath. Maddie stood by her vanity, brushing her hair with slow, meditative strokes. The pale…

The formal dinner was over. The staff had left. The scent of roasted shallots and expensive wine lingered in the air, mingling with leather and musk. Tyrone’s penthouse lights had dimmed—everything now bathed in a low amber glow. The windows…

Nova sat in the passenger seat of Mr. Whyte’s car, her legs crossed and a mischievous glint in her eye. The young woman had developed quite a crush on her literature teacher over the semester. His kind smile, that tousled…

The second strike was slower. She pressed her hand to his chest, grounding him, before slamming her palm upward with mechanical precision. The cage dug inward. Flesh compressed. He thought he might vomit — but didn’t. She wouldn’t let him.…

Hours Passed. Or days. He was blindfolded most of the time now. Spoken to only when necessary. He ate from her fingers. He pissed on command. He dreamed of nothing. But each time she entered, his body reacted. Not with…