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My mouth watered. “Look at that pretty pink pussy,” he murmured. “Still dripping from earlier. You love being used, don’t you, Hazel?” “Yes, Derick,” I whispered, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. He rolled his chair closer. “Crawl to me.” I did, on all fours, stopping between his spread thighs. His cock stood thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. It looked even bigger up close. “Clean it first,” he said, voice dark. “With your tongue.”

And there it was. My whole body went cold. “What does that mean?” His voice dropped further. “Restricted appearances. Supervised communication. Possibly legal review of your authority to speak on matters tied to the factory during the vote window.” For a second I only stared. “That is not containment. That is erasure.” His expression did not change, which somehow made it worse. “It would be temporary.” I laughed. A short, stunned sound. Nothing pleasant in it. “Temporary,” I said. “That should comfort me.”

A line of violet text appeared: **[KAIMA CROSSED THE VOID. It was real. The words were becoming the floor. "She’s hacking the script!" the Creator shouted, his voice losing its weariness and turning into a sharp, corporate panic. "Guardians! Protect the Inkwell!" From the edges of the white page, figures began to emerge. They weren't wolves or clones. They were **Censors**. They were faceless beings dressed in sharp black suits, their mouths sewn shut with silver thread. In their hands, they carried giant red stamps.

Work kept me busy enough that there was no time for depressive spirals—my days filled with petting cats and wandering the city with my man, eating and wandering in easy contentment. Meanwhile, Luke bombarded me with messages through other numbers. [Adam, where are you? I can't find you. I'm really sorry. Please come back.] [I can't live without you. I can't stop thinking about all those years we spent together. Please, without you, I can't go on.] [You were right. I shouldn't have ignored your feelings for anyone. I deserve to die. Please give me another chance.] There were more, but I stopped reading and deleted them all.

I didn't bother sitting as I planned on making this as short as possible. “As you all know, I have never once censored whatever you chose to write because I also believe in the freedom of the press but I would like to make one thing clear. My mate, your Luna Prime is off limits. Anyone who writes anything that puts her in a negative light will incur my wrath. You will all retract your statements and offer her a public apology in all your papers. Do I make myself clear?” “Y ...yes Prime.” They stuttered. “Good, that will be all.”

Your support keeps these stories alive. ⚠️ Trigger Warning & Disclaimer This novel, Cage to Cage, is a work of dark mafia romance. It explores dangerous relationships, criminal underworld dynamics, and the fragile line between desire and destruction. Because of the nature of the story, it contains themes that may be distressing, uncomfortable, or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and awareness of your own limits. Trigger Warnings The following content appears throughout the story, either directly or through implication: • Physical and emotional abuse – depictions of controlling, manipulative, and harmful behavior.

"Sharon, your news coverage has been completely eclipsed by Damien's scandal. "Our own livestream was censored almost immediately, but the internet is never short on resourceful people. They recorded Damien's entire stream and have been sharing it out of sheer 'public spirit.' Now the web is flooded with his… indecent exposure." Wendy's smile brimmed with gloating satisfaction. "Oh, there's a clean-up effort underway, but it's painfully clear no one is making a real effort to suppress it. The pace is laughably slow—deliberately so. Everyone has already seen what they needed to see. Damien is finished this time!"

“Oh my…oh my…” He slammed forward in one brutal thrust that knocked the air out of my lungs and made the mirror rattle. “Fuck!” I cried out, loud, the sound bouncing off the walls of the closet. “Quiet,” he hissed, clamping a hand over my mouth. “Mom and Dad are right downstairs. You want them to hear their daughter getting fucked raw by her big brother in the closet?” I shook my head, eyes wide, but my body pushed back onto him anyway, greedy.

"Women will never want me!" A very fat JoJo lay by the side, to entire to raise his head and look at Alex, he just wagged his tail and let it drop. Alex shoved another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, wincing at the ice cream came in contact with the sensitive part of his teeth, he swallowed quickly. "Fuck my teeth!" He cursed angrily. "Not only am I single, but Ross has chosen to send me to the commentary section again." "Want to know one annoying fact JoJo?" Not getting any reaction he continued. "I am not just tired of this life, I am also tired of masturbating! I have beaten my meat more times than I pee in a day!" He shouted eyes closed tight.

I listen to Osman talking about politics with my dad and at the same time, I want to take a sip of the tea. Eww, it's so gross!! I want to spill it out but I can't! ... (to be continued)