*Varek*
It didn't work, and she knows.
I see it in the faint spark at the corner of her mouth, the recognition in her gaze. She realizes my compulsion doesn’t touch her, yet she plays along. From the outside, she looks affected. As placid as she keeps her expression, as well-timed as her stillness is, it’s not real, and she knows that I can tell she's faking it. Her eyes go distant, but I can feel her resisting the urge to laugh in my face.
She thinks it's hilarious, and to her it must be. For me, I've never been more on edge in my life. My blood is ice with fear, even as my c**k threatens to batter its way out of my pants. I'm trapped between the two feelings and holding still, pretending to be calm, and thinking of the wisest move next. I’ve watched countless warriors bend under my c
