In which, an innocent assistant is seduced by his boss, a notorious ice queen... and a dominatrix.
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In a world dominated by men, Avyanna Mikhail had to fight tooth and nail to rule over her father's company. A final pr...
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"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man."
― Heraclitus
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Avyanna's POV:
Vulnerability was a vice I didn't wish upon anyone, not even my worst of the enemies.
Vulnerability is consuming, soul-eating. A crippling feeling of helplessness, a little girl trapped inside a box while playing hide and seek and with no way out.
The palpitation of the heart machine and the white wires linked to my dad's vegetative body said more than the doctor's pitiful face ever could. It screamed in the void. It said, "Look! You are going to be alone in the truest sense."
"I am sorry," The doctor said in a small voice, his face a mask of calmness, "He is at the brink. We tried everything we could."
Exactly how does one react to that?
The numbness seemed to get even deeper, hollower, cutting through my very soul. The silence around me was deafening. The room seemed to have gotten smaller as it consumed me entirely.
"Are you sure?" My voice was a faint hum to my ears. It was unrecognisable, detached. Void of any emotion.
"I am sorry again, miss," He repeated again, this time, having the decency to look down, "He is going in and out of consciousness, it is better if you meet him now."
My eyes sought out my father, a man of power but weak in front of the shadows of death. Barely breathing, his graying moustache peeking through the foggy oxygen mask.
A chaos of black and white unfurled as it drowned the world of colors in its bleakness.
A sharp ring broke through the chaos. Roman the screen glowed.
I remember leaving him there, abruptly, flabbergasted by the news.
I pocketed the phone, slowly walking closer to the bed.
If I could fight whatever threatened to take him from me, I would.
A tear escaped me as I slowly entwined my fingers with his. So many needles under his frail skin, covered by heavy bandages. I wiped the droplet of tear away, kneeling in front of him.
