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097: We Don’t Look Back

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They ran.

Not away. Not this time.

They ran toward something. Toward truth. Toward choice. Toward the life neither of them had been allowed to live.

Lydia’s lungs burned, feet slapping against cold concrete, Echo right behind her. The underground corridors pulsed red—emergency lights flickering like a heartbeat, like the building itself was panicking.

Somewhere behind them, the system was collapsing. The last surveillance hub shorted out. The recording feeds went dark.

No more eyes. No more experiments.

A voice cracked through the intercoms—garbled, male. Familiar.

“Lydia, stop. You don’t understand what she is.”

She skidded to a halt, breathing hard.

Echo froze beside her.

Lydia tilted her face toward the ceiling. “Then come explain it to me face-to-face.”

Silence.

Coward.

They started running again.

They passed old doors Lydia remembered only in fragments—hallways that smelled like sedation and sweat. Observation rooms with shattered glass. Burned-out bulbs. Metal trays still staine
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    Damian was shaking.Not from pain.From denial.From the way Lydia sat on top of him like a sentence still being served, her body slick, pulsing, perfectly still—while his own was breaking apart beneath her restraint.His breathing had become shallow. His voice, silent. He had forgotten how to beg—because even begging would be too much of a privilege now.Lydia leaned forward, dragging her lips over his temple, her voice lower than breath:“Now you know what it feels like.To want without power.To burn with no one to save you.”She ground against him again—once.Enough to make him curse under his breath.Then stilled.Again.He whimpered.And Lydia laughed softly, cruelly.“No,” she whispered. “Not yet.”She moved off him slowly, and his whole body twitched with the absence.Desperate. Ashamed.She stepped away, bare and glowing, her back to him as she reached for the silk tie and looped it loosely around her own wrist again.“You think your punishment was the denial,” she said quiet

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    The room wasn’t cold, but Damian shivered.Not from temperature.From her.Lydia didn’t walk.She stalked.Barefoot. Unapologetic. Eyes darker than sin, hips moving like a secret rhythm only he wasn’t allowed to hear yet.She didn’t look like Lilith anymore.She looked like someone worse.Someone free.The chamber’s lighting was dim, red, pulsing in time with something unholy—or maybe just honest. There was no bed this time, no restraints, no mirror. Just her. And him. And every power shift that had been simmering between them since their very first breath together.She circled him slowly, like a predator deciding which part of the prey to taste first.Damian stood, silent, still—torn between need and a new, unfamiliar dread.Because for the first time, he didn’t know what she was going to do.And it aroused him.Terrified him.Unmade him.“You’re too quiet,” Lydia murmured behind him, voice silk on steel. “Are you thinking about what you did to me… or what I’m going to do to you?”He

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