[ THE RISE OF THE OPPRESSED ]

[ CHAPTER:- 4 ]

The man's smile grew wider as he heard Y/N's words, a look of sadistic satisfaction crossing his face. "Good girl," he praised, his hand gripping her chin rougher than before. His body pressed against hers, pinning her against the wall. "I knew you'd give in eventually."

The man's grip on Y/N tightened as he continued to possessively caress her body. His touch was firm and demanding, and she couldn't help but respond to it, her body eagerly reacting to his every move. He whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
"You're mine now," he said, his voice carrying a hint of threat and promise.
"You'll do everything I say, won't you?"

Y/N couldn't believe she was submitting so easily to this strange man, but his words and touch had a strange power over her. She nodded obediently as he continued to whisper his demands into her ear. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do whatever you say." The man chuckled, his hand tracing patterns across her body. "Good," he murmured. "You're learning your place already."

The man continued to explore her body with his hands, his touch both possessive and gentle. He seemed to revel in her submission, his eyes darkened with desire. "You have no idea how long l've been waiting to find someone like you," he said, his low voice sending shivers down her spine. "Someone who would submit so completely to me."

The man's words sent a chill down Y/N's spine, reminding her just how much control he had over her. She was trapped in his grasp, both physically and mentally. He continued to touch her, his hands moving over her body like he owned her. "You're going to be mine forever," he whispered, his voice full of dark, obsessive possessiveness. "You belong to me now, in body and soul."

To Be Continued...