Cruel Control

Offroad sneered at the man in front of him. He had promised himself he would never kneel before another man again. His hair was pulled back tight, a bloodied knife pressed against his throat.

"Did you make your choice?" the man demanded.

"Come on, Daou. You know me better than that." He tilted his head slightly, almost offended.

Daou yanked his hair tighter and leaned down to his level. "Good," he said, a cruel smile forming. "You just made it more fun."

Love's the death of peace of mind - bad omens (the story's theme song)
omegaverse!

**english isn't my native language, so please excuse me for any mistakes! (Full disclosure, I use ChatGPT for editing)