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"Look at me when you lie."
His voice didn't rise. It didn't have to.
"If you're gonna insult my intelligence, at least have the decency to look me in the fucking eye."

Evangeline Summers wasn't made for this world-
where silence is a weapon, and submission isn't requested.
It's taken.

She didn't volunteer.
Her father handed her over like a signed debt.
And Kenji Tanaka collected.

He doesn't raise his voice.
He doesn't repeat himself.
He speaks in commands disguised as questions-
and touches like he's confirming damage he already caused.

Eva was never taught how to survive men like him.
Only how to be polite while they take.

"Tell me what you're hiding."
She stayed silent.
He smiled. Just enough teeth.
"Don't make me drag it out of your skin."

Now, she has two options:
Play the part.
Or get eaten alive by it.

Because Kenji isn't just the devil in the room.
He built it.

"You keep fighting the knots like you got somewhere better to be." He growled, breath hot against her skin.

"Go ahead. Make me tighten them."

And he's about to teach her:
Pain isn't punishment.
It's permission.