Jacob
The words were like a sharp blade, suspended midair.
"On your knees, pretty boy, or I’ll ruin you."
My breath stuttered, and my fingers twitched at my sides, muscles twisted tight enough to snap at any second. Wanted to run… to fight… to rebel against this, but Daniel's gaze was an inescapable trap.
It was dark, and already savoring the moment. And that was when I realized there was no winning here. Only surrender.
He didn't raise his voice. Didn't need to. The quiet certainty in his tone was worse than any yelling.
He had won, and this was just the formality of my admitting it.
A short moment passed.
Then.
My stiffened knees hit the floor.
Daniel exhaled slowly and satisfied. “Good boy. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
I didn’t answer.
It had started with one
