روايات وقصص ضمن Belphie Obey Me

"Why do you keep quiet?" "I learned a long time ago that it doesn't matter if I beg or not... The more I begged, the more they pleasured me... So I stopped, just as I got used to the pain. I don't have to feel anything. I don't have to think, I just have to obey." I answered the truth I'd learned during my years of life. "It's the only thing they can order you to do, but you'll never do it... Even if I tell you to moan into my hands, you won't..." My Master then leaned over. "Look at me." I obeyed, raising my face. "That's called pride..."

BELLA My excited mood was hampered by them. Despite the subtle signs I was giving, they seemed not to be understanding any of it, just moping at me like fools. It was infuriating. “Look at me,” Blue said, his tone carrying a weight that forced me to do what he demanded. There was this compulsion, an intense need to do as he ordered unquestionably. It was as if my body were programmed to only obey the voice, something that didn't sit well with me, but I couldn't do anything about it.

There are two kinds of people in this world—those who kneel and those who make others kneel. I am neither of them. I don't bow, nor do I defy for the sake of rebellion. I do not kneel, because I have no master. I do not stand defiantly because I do not need to prove the Bianchi power. I exist beyond those choices. I am an obedient child. That's what I make my parents believe at least. Or I simply don't care. They think I am one.

He mumbled, the defiance he had when he just walked in was no more. "You better do it. Go get me a cup of black coffee, no cream, no sugar." I ordered, he nodded and left. I hope I didn't do too much, the last thing I want is for him to come with a resignation letter.

He chuckled, “Now, I understand. You think I won’t do it, right? You think I won’t blow your brains?” I swallowed hard, trying to calm my beating chest. Fear was an understatement of how I was feeling now, and the last thing I wanted was to make him angrier than he already was. “I’ve been obedient. You can’t deny that.” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “You have? Tell me then, is there one single thing I have ordered, and you obeyed?” “My body.” I muttered. He scrunched his face in confusion. “And what about your body?”

Pride. For obeying him. For belonging to him. “Get on the bed,” he ordered.

If this had been before, I would have been overwhelmed, sobbing with gratitude, convinced Adrian was the best man alive. However, now, looking at that expectant face, I felt only calm. Once or twice, my heart stirred, but not for him. Instead, it was for the girl I used to be. After all, he now looked exactly like her. At last, I sighed. "Adrian, stop trying to win me back. We've walked through ten years together. We both know who we are. So stop following me. Just go." He looked at me, searching for words, but I cut him off.

Another test of obedience. Desmond’s voice came through next, quiet, controlled. “Sienna, follow exactly what they ask. No mistakes. We have eyes everywhere.” “I understand,” I whispered. Gabriel’s text followed: Stay sharp. They can’t hurt you if you do exactly as we plan. Step after step, I obeyed. Every movement calculated. Every word controlled. Fear threatened to take over, but love kept me moving. Finally, the last message arrived: Bring yourself alone. They’ll return the children if all instructions are followed perfectly.

A vase shattered across the floor and she didn't look at it. She stared at me. "No." She shook her head and hair came loose. "No. You're performing. This is another act." "Selena. Get up. Mommy isn't angry anymore. Stop this right now." She reached for my arm. Her fingertips landed on cold skin and she yanked back hard. That temperature was real. That was what death felt like. - Sarah, an Omega servant from the house next door, heard the scream. She came through the open front door and made it as far as the hallway, but one look at what was inside my room made her legs give out.