LOGINCASSANDRAThe door slams behind me with a metallic clang that resonates in my bones. A number, a code, a name forgotten by the world: Cassandra no longer exists. There is only what the system is willing to see. A cell. A bar. An iron bed. And this smell... a mix of rancid disinfectant and stale air that burns my nostrils and clings to my skin.I move forward, stiff as a pin. The guard gestures sharply to the bed closest to the wall. I sit down, my hands clenched on my knees. My heels clash against the floor, each sound a cruel reminder: the outside world continues without me, and me… I am stuck here.Three other women occupy the cell. The first nervously chews on what looks like paper, wild eyes seeming to plan the downfall of humanity. The second snores like a bear in hibernation, a blissful smile on her lips, indifferent to my entrance. The third… she stares at me, black, piercing eyes, penetrating my attempt at dignity.— New here? she asks in a hoarse voice, each word chewed with
TANIAI am pressed against him, every inch of my body burning from his proximity. His warm breath against my neck, his hands sliding over my arms and shoulders, overwhelms me. My knees weaken slightly, but he supports me, solid and unyielding, and I feel both protected and completely vulnerable.— You’re shivering… he murmurs, a cynical smile in his voice. And every shiver makes me… more curious.I let out a short breath, almost a moan, and he laughs softly, a deep and velvety sound that sends another shiver through me.— Do you hear your own desire? he whispers, his voice brushing my ear. Even your breath betrays you.TANIA (thought)Every breath, every shiver, every little sound betrays me… and yet I don’t want to pull away. I want him. I want to feel his presence, his power, his mastery.Lucas lowers his lips to my shoulder, just a caress, and a stronger shiver runs through me, accompanied by a small, muffled cry. He smiles against my skin, satisfied, and slowly rises, tracing the
TANIAThe warmth of Lucas completely envelops me, like a breath that seizes me and prevents me from breathing properly. Every gesture he makes seems designed to captivate me, every touch calculated to awaken a desire within me that I dared not name. His breath against my skin burns, his hands glide over my arms and shoulders with hypnotic precision, exploring my shivers, my hesitations, my reactions to each contact.— Let yourself go… he whispers, his voice low, velvety, icy and provocative. Tonight, you will no longer think… you will feel.My heart races, my chest rising with each breath. I try to look away, but his eyes capture me, read me, swallow me whole. I feel my body responding against my will to each of his caresses, to each of his inflections.He leans towards me and our lips meet in a slow, burning kiss, saturated with tension. My body tenses, but I melt into this contact, my hands brushing over his chest, his shoulders, seeking to feel the power radiating from him. Each ki
TANIAI feel every breath of Lucas, every micro-movement of his body calculated to keep me on edge. His gaze doesn’t leave me, scrutinizing my reactions like a chess master, evaluating every hesitation, every shiver. My heart races, my muscles sometimes refuse to obey, and I realize I am completely captivated by his presence.— Breathe… he whispers, his low, icy voice beneath his apparent softness. Let go… I’m going to give you pleasure… all night.I almost jump at his words, a mix of surprise and anticipation coursing through my body. My breath fragments, yet I cannot look away from him. Every gesture, every inflection of his voice, every calculated smile destabilizes and draws me in.— Lucas… I… I should… I say, hesitant, unable to formulate anything else.He smiles, that smile both sweet and cruel, and slowly begins to shed his coat and upper garments, each movement measured, almost ceremonial. I watch him, fascinated by his beauty, his stature, the way the light caresses his featu
TANIAI feel the warmth of his presence beside me, each breath of Lucas seeming calculated to keep me on edge. My heart beats in a disordered rhythm, torn between distrust and fascination. I want to pull back, set clear boundaries, but my muscles seem to refuse to obey, as if my body itself is responding to an attraction older than my reason.— Tania… he whispers, his hand almost brushing against mine. You’re tired… let yourself go a little more.I shiver at the light touch of his fingers, hesitating between retreat and the desire for closeness. My mind screams "caution," but my senses are captivated. Every subtle caress, every breath against my skin makes me waver.He moves closer, his leg grazing mine, but never enough for me to feel completely trapped. His eyes search for mine, waiting for my reaction.— Lucas… I… I… I say, my voice trembling, unable to articulate anything else.— Shh, he whispers, placing a finger on my lips. Don’t speak. Just let me be here.The contact is electri
TANIAThe door closes behind Lyra and Alexandre, and silence falls in the apartment like a heavy veil. My breath is still uneven, my body tense from the confrontation. Lucas remains there, motionless, a smile that seeks to be reassuring on his face, but his eyes betray a calculating glint.— Tania… he says softly, moving closer to me. You held up well tonight. It was… impressive.I shiver, caught between apprehension and emotional fatigue. He sits next to me on the couch, but at a distance that makes me feel both protected and vulnerable. Every gesture, every inflection of his voice keeps me on alert.— Lucas… I… I don’t know what to say, I murmur, unable to meet his gaze.— Say nothing, he replies, almost a whisper. Tonight wasn’t about words. It was about… feeling. Understanding. And you… you felt. You gave in to your emotions.He smiles slowly, and I feel my heart race despite myself. He leans slightly, bringing his face closer to mine, but without crossing the line. Just enough fo







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