I Observe All That Transpires Here の小説・ストーリー

The world returned with a crack of sound. I stumbled back, heart hammering. “They’re inside the gap,” I said. Kairos’s eyes sharpened. “You saw something.” “Yes.” “What?” Silas asked. “A… presence,” I said. “Observing the cut.” Mael whispered, “Are they… here?” “They’re always here,” I replied. “But now they’re stepping closer.” The stillness trembled. Then the skips stopped. The forest exhaled. Leaves fell. The river flowed. Sound returned in full.

“Observe. Respond. Endure. That is obedience. That is claim. That is your purpose under their attention.” The first touch came from Thorne, fingers pressing firmly into my muscles, tilting my hips, guiding my spine with possessive strength. Heat flared instantly, nerves screaming alive, pulse hammering. I moaned loudly, instinctively responding, aware of every shift of my body under his attention. Fresh slick gushed out in a hot rush, dripping audibly onto the furs and running down my thighs in thick, glistening trails.

I question as I open it to read it. I’m watching you…

Here I am, happy as a clam, it says. The front door of the bar creaks open, and I pause mid-sip. The music is loud, tons of students going back and forth, yet somehow the noise of the door skates down my spine like a ghost brushed past me dragging chains. I feel the electricity in the room before I lay my eyes on him. He blows in like a king ready to receive his subjects.

"You know something, Leila. I think the first thing we need to establish is your ability to follow instructions. You do as I say or we'd have problems and I'm pretty sure you don't want that. Do you understand?" He said while looking her in the eyes. He held her gaze as he watched her nod her head to show that she understood each word he said. "Now, act like the obedient girl you are and get these off and follow me." He said while pointing at the bra and top she had put on. She nodded again as she was now too scared to speak out. In seconds, she was standing before him in her naked glory. He stepped closer and stood directly in front of her. He raised his hand and began to rub her right pink

Martha must have sensed the tension in the air because she's quick to busy herself and act as if she isn't here, in this room, with us. Everyone is awkward and uncomfortable, I can tell because I feel the exact same way but much worse, in a weird way, my fingers itch to touch something, anything but I don't. I stay perfectly still, unmoving and almost unblinking and unbreathing. Honestly, I feel fear and I am scared, there's no lie about that. “Young Master and pasta?” Martha breaks the silence.

When I turned, I spotted Adrian again, sitting in the corner. He appeared dim and faded. Neither did he come to me, nor I to him. We just nodded, a faint gesture of acknowledgment, and that was all. I slid into the company car waiting for me outside, driving off once more under his gaze. The city lights flickered past the window, countless homes glowing against the night. I let my thoughts drift, empty, as the streets blurred by. Another year had passed, and the flowers had bloomed once more.