Trigger Code: Obey The Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

(POV: Third Person's Limited (Lucien) Noah didn’t say a word throughout the drive back to the penthouse. Didn’t touch his collar. Didn’t crack a joke. Just walked behind Lucien like a ghost made of silence and fear. Lucien led him to his bedroom, opened the door, and gestured inside. “Go lie down.” Noah did. No questions. No sass. Just a slow, tired walk toward the bed and the faint rustle of fabric as he crawled beneath the covers, fully clothed. Lucien shut the door. But he didn’t walk away. He returned to the hallway. Took the next left. Entered the study and sat behind the wide desk where every decision was made. One key tap brought up the surveillance panel. Ten feeds on one room. Noah’s room. There he was, on camera, curled in a tight ball under the covers, face buried in the pillow. Lucien stared. Something in his chest tightened. A noise without sound. A thread without tension. “Fuck.” He grabbed his phone and dialed. A voice on the other end picked up instantl

(Noah's POV) The silence in the penthouse feels staged, like a theatre set waiting for the actors to scream. But there’s no incoming scream. Just me. And my blanket. And this hoodie I didn’t ask for but somehow can’t take off. Lucien gave me a gun yesterday. Or— no. Not gave, but offered like it was a glass of water. Saying shit like, "You’re mine. You’ll learn to defend yourself from people that might want to harm you." I should’ve made a joke about being a Gucci bag or a poodle in pearls, but… I didn’t. Because my mouth stopped working the moment I saw that gun. I don’t even remember what kind. Black, small, smooth. I’ve probably played with the exact one in a game before. But in Lucien’s hand, it looked like something worse, something very dangerous and scary and bloody and… I don't know. And that fucking sucks, I don't even know why, like I understand getting scared when we were held at gun point in front of Lucien's apparent law firm, but getting scared when handed a frickin

(POV: Third Person's Limited— Noah) “Before I forget how much I enjoy watching you sleep.” Noah swallowed, but he didn’t back down. His voice was hoarse, pulled straight from the pit in his chest. “No.” Lucien tilted his head, just slightly. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell I’m doing here,” Noah said. “You kidnapped me, tore apart my life, and now you won’t even look at me unless it’s to remind me I’m replaceable? What the fuck does that even mean? Replaceable asin you could kidnap someone else to toy with? You're such a bad liar, you act like I'm worth less than the dust beneath your feet, and yet,” Noah continued, “you stopped Red from hitting me. You carried me out of the room. You brought me snacks. You—” he exhaled hard, heat prickling behind his eyes, “—you watched me jerk off and didn’t say shit, I bet you enjoyed watching me play with my dick. But if I’m really a prisoner, then act like it. Chain me up. Punish me. Be the monster I know you are. But if I’m n

(Noah’s POV) I don’t know what time I woke up. It was bright outside, but not too bright, just the kind of light that slips through the window and gently licks your eyelids, not enough to burn, just enough to let you know the night is over. The bed smelled like Lucien; leather and a storm caught inside silk. Okay, that doesn't make sense but it also doesn't make sense how my bed smelled like Lucien and we didn't spend the night together or something like that. I stretched, groaned, blinked at the ceiling, and smiled. That… wasn’t supposed to happen. I never smile in the morning. Especially not when my thighs are sore and my knees remember what the floor of that room feels like. But today, my body didn’t ache in the bad way. It felt warm, settled, and a little floaty, like I was still underwater. Still in that headspace from yesterday, I've never felt safer. I pulled my hoodie tighter around me and stepped out into the hall, unsure if I was even allowed to just wander. Lucien was al

(Noah's POV) The car ride was quiet. Not the awkward kind, not tense. Just…quiet. Like a still pond. Lucien sat beside me, a picture of cold perfection in his suit, one leg crossed, fingers tapping lightly against the leather armrest. There was a silver ring on his thumb I hadn’t noticed before. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. He didn’t have to touch me either, not physically, because I could already feel him. That gaze, the weight of it, my body remembered it too well. The plug inside me was a constant reminder, sitting snug in my ass, unmoving for now, but heavy, pressing into me, like a little secret buzzing in the dark, waiting. Like Lucien was there even when he wasn’t. I shifted a little in my seat. Wrong move. Lucien’s eyes slid toward me, slowly, and I sucked in a shaky breath. He tilted his head slightly. One brow raised, not in question, but command. He's telling me to stay still, without actually saying a word. Behave. And I did. _____ The venue looked like