I will never let you go

skye's revenge

Moon's eyes widened in fear as he realized Victor, Skye's head bodyguard, might know something about his secret mission for Hamel. "Oh no, oh no, oh no," he muttered to himself, his mind racing.

He thought back to the night he was kidnapped from his own home, dragged away while he was sleeping. Had Victor discovered his betrayal? Had he told Skye?

Moon's heart raced as he thought about the implications. He had been working with Hamel, betraying Skye's trust. And now, he was caught.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Skye stepped into the dark room, his eyes fixed on Moon with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

"Moon, you're a hard man to find," Skye said, his voice low and menacing. "But I see you're still as treacherous as ever."

Moon cowered, his chains rattling as he shrank away from Skye. "P-please, Skye, mercy! I was blinded by Hamel's promises, I didn't mean to betray you!"

Skye's expression remained unyielding, his voice firm. "Mercy? You showed me no mercy when you betrayed me, Moon. You'll have to face the consequences."

Moon's eyes dropped, his head hung in shame. "I know, Skye. I was weak and selfish. But please, don't kill me. I'll do anything to make it right."

The tension in the room was palpable, Skye's anger and Moon's fear hanging heavy in the air.

Moon's eyes snapped up, a glimmer of hope flickering in their depths. "Thank you, Skye! I swear, I'll do whatever it takes to regain your trust!"

Skye's expression remained unyielding, but a small nod betrayed a hint of intrigue. "Very well. I have a task for you, Moon. Complete it, and perhaps...just perhaps...I'll spare your life."

Moon's eyes locked onto Skye's, desperation evident in their depths. "Thank you, Skye! I swear, I'll do whatever it takes to regain your trust! But please, you have to listen to me...Hamel, he...he brainwashed me, manipulated me...I wasn't in my right mind!"

But Skye's expression remained unyielding, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "Enough, Moon!" he snapped, his voice cutting through the air. "I don't want to hear your excuses! You made your choice, and now you'll face the consequences!"

Moon's words were cut short, his pleas falling on deaf ears as Skye continued, his voice firm and commanding. "You'll do as I say, Moon. You'll complete this task, and maybe...just maybe...I'll consider sparing your life. But don't think for a moment that I'll ever trust you again."

The figure's gaze pierced through Moon's defenses, their voice low and husky. "I'll give you the device, Moon. But first, you'll have to indulge me in a little game. One that will push your body to the limits of pleasure and pain."

Moon's heart raced as the figure's words hung in the air, their meaning clear. No demands for information or loyalty, just physical surrender.

The figure's hand reached out, tracing Moon's jawline with a finger. "I'll show you the true meaning of pleasure and pain, Moon. Together, we'll dance on the edge of ecstasy and agony."

Moon's mind recoiled, yet his body responded, his pulse quickening with a mix of fear and anticipation. He knew that once he surrendered, there would be no turning back.

Moon's eyes widened as he gazed at the device, his mind racing with trepidation. He could still recall the fury in Skye's eyes, the tension in his voice, and the unspoken threats that lingered in the air. Moon's heart raced with fear, his thoughts consumed by the looming uncertainty.

"What if I can't handle it?" Moon's voice barely whispered, his eyes fixed on the device as if it were a ticking time bomb. "What if Skye...what if he loses control?"