Absolute Obedience Ch 1 Novels & Stories

I tasted shame and acceptance and found them both strangely nourishing. After hours of drills, sweat, and measured strikes, Corin gathered us in a circle. “Obedience is not blind,” he said, his voice low and authoritative. “It is chosen. You will choose to obey because you want the order to hold you when your self won’t. Remember that.”

“Every inch is ours. Every pulse, every twitch, every breath. You are claimed fully. Do not resist. Do not falter.” Aurelius pressed harder, amber eyes burning with fierce hunger. “Feel it. Our claim, our attention, our desire. Respond fully. Obedience is not only endurance. It is awareness under heat, under scrutiny, under claim.” Cassian pressed one last time, forehead resting lightly against mine. “You are present. You are aware. You endure and respond. That is obedience. That is claim. That is yours entirely under us.”

“You think being clever will save you? No. What will save you is endurance, obedience, and understanding your place. And understanding me.” My fists tightened in the chains. “I will never belong to you.” He stopped, studying me, letting the silence stretch. Then, as if amused, he shook his head. “You already do. Whether you know it or not, you’re mine. You will obey because survival is in your nature, not because you want to.” I glared at him, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. Every breath burned. My pulse thrummed in my temples. I couldn’t move fast enough to escape, couldn’t strike hard enough to break free. But I could think. I could watch. I could wait.

"The 'One'... it’s 'Asking' for a 'Chapter 187'. We have to 'Audit' the 'Birth-of-the-New-Standard'." The "Addiction-Standard" is locked. To find out what "New-Species" waits in the "Absolute-One," the next chapter is a "Causal-Requirement."

Here's another chapter. Have a wonderful day 💗💗💗. ############################ I partially knew what he meant but I refused to accept it. "Come here," he slowly said motioning for me to step closer with his finger. This is it. God please help me! I prayed for a miracle which was very unlikely to happen. I knew that much. I also knew that I had to obey his every word. It was just that my body decided not to move. "I will not repeat this again. Come. Here. Now!" he commanded.

His lips curled, but there was no amusement in it. "Kneel." The command sent a shiver down my spine. My fingers twitched at my sides. I shouldn't. I wouldn't. He wasn't the type to tolerate hesitation. So, how could I refuse? One harsh tug and I was yanked forward, my knees slamming against the cold floor. He hovers over me, his presence choking, his dominance absolute. "You exist to obey," he murmured, reaching forward. His fingers brushed my throat, no tenderness-only possession as he fastened the chain around my neck. "And disobedience comes with consequences."

The Devourer’s presence coils tighter, wary now. You walk a dangerous line. I meet the pressure head-on, voice calm, unwavering. “So do you.” The heart beats again. Not a command. Not a threat. A recalibration. And in that moment, I understand the true shape of obedience. Not kneeling. Not touching. Not even staying close. It’s reacting when it expects you to. And we don’t.

I was completely at his mercy. “First lesson,” he said, his voice low and firm. “Obedience. You will do what I say, when I say it, without question. Your pleasure is irrelevant. Your desires are irrelevant. The only thing that matters is my satisfaction. Do you understand?” I nodded, my throat too tight to form words. “Say it,” he commanded. “I… I understand,” I whispered. “Good.” He sat back on his heels, his eyes roaming over my body. “Take off the top.”

My chest ached, pulse racing, and my lips parted slightly, as if they knew a truth my mind refused. “You will learn to obey,” he said softly, trailing a finger along my arm, down my side. “Obedience doesn’t mean weakness. It means knowing your place… your purpose… under me.” I swallowed, trembling. “I… I won’t—” His hand lifted to my chin, tilting my face so our eyes met. “You will. And the moment you realize it… Victoria… you’ll crave me. You’ll hate yourself for it. And I will enjoy it.”

- I say and my arms fall forward at finally being free. I threaten to turn around but he grabs my arms and holds me back to the wall with him holding me. - I didn't tell you to turn around. - He says close to my ear and I struggle to let go. - You must learn to obey rules and orders, of course, if you want to stay alive. "You will learn to obey and follow orders, by hook or by crook. We command, you obey" - I will not follow orders, especially from people who feel the authority of the place, from men. If you expect me to feel like a good puppy, spare your efforts, I won't follow you. - I say rudely to him who turns me brutally.