wi**** Posted August 15 She stayed exactly where he’d left her, the cool floor biting into her knees. The air felt heavier now, like even the room knew who it belonged to. A shadow stretched across her peripheral vision. He hadn’t spoken yet, and that was worse than anything he could’ve said. Her heartbeat pounded in her throat, demanding her to break the silence, but she swallowed it back down. A gloved hand slid into view, slow and deliberate, curling under her chin. He tilted her head up, forcing her eyes to meet his. The weight of that gaze made her spine feel like glass fragile and utterly in his hands. “You’ve been very quiet,” he said at last, his voice measured, almost calm… and that was dangerous. “Good. But quiet doesn’t mean ready.” He circled her, boots steady against the floor, the sound tapping out her pulse. She knew he was studying her every flinch, every breath, every tiny shift of weight. Testing. Always testing. When he stopped behind her, she felt the whisper of his breath near her ear. “I wonder,” he murmured, “how long you’ll last before I hear the sound of you breaking.” And then, nothing. No touch. No sound. Just the unbearable wait — and the knowledge that every second she endured was another thread he could pull loose when he decided the moment had come.
Lt**** Posted August 15 Your writing is good. Very descriptive.. it flows well and doesn't feel ***d or out of place 💗
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