Novel & Cerita Obey Me X Mc

In the end, the two nearby colleagues, known for always sucking up to the supervisors, rushed forward and tried to physically shove me down into a groveling position. I struggled fiercely against their grip, the sting of shame burning in my eyes as tears threatened to fall. Zachary asked indifferently, "Have you already given up on the two thousand dollars meant for your mother?" In that single moment, every ounce of my energy completely deserted me. I ceased all resistance, yielding to their strength as they pushed me down onto the factory floor. In the end, the impact of my knees striking the floor resonated dully, drowned out by the factory worker's boisterous mocking. I stared defiantly

"You seem to have quite the collection already." As I move to exit the booth, his fingers latch onto my arms, whirling me around to face him. His pupils are dilating and constricting, and I am caught momentarily in whatever web he is trying to weave. "You will obey me! You don't walk away from me. Not now, not ever." Shuddering, I shake my head. Once. Twice. His words ring in my head, again and again, and my entire being revolts in response to his command. *Obey him. Never leave him.* *Obey.* *Obey him.*

"You know that." Marcus chuckled, leaning back in his chair and appraising her with a critical eye. "That's true," he said, his tone laced with amusement. "You've always been... obedient. But I have to wonder... what's changed? What makes you think you can defy me now... after all these years?"

He states. “You want me to leave?” A small voice silences the almost argument—like discussion on the dime.I turn to look at Xander who is standing a few steps away, hands balled into fist. “No— “I can leave if that's what you want.I always follow your command without an objection” He cuts me off, stating his will to obey whatever I offer. “No Xander. I don't want you to leave” I get up from the chair, crossing the distance between us and bending down to his level.

Needless to say, he understood what she meant. He nodded heavily and said, “Big Brother Tyr, Sister Xyris, I am willing to join Regal Palace.” “Good.” Tyr patted Xanthus on the shoulder and said, “Then, from now on, I am your boss. I want to give you an order now. You have to stay here obediently and rest well for the next few days.” Xanthus was a little stunned. Tyr frowned. He scolded, “You have just joined the organization, and yet you want to disobey my command so soon?”

“Most students here follow the rules because they were raised to obey. You disobeyed on instinct.” He crouched in front of me. “That makes you dangerous. And potentially useful.” “To who?” “To me,” with a lustful voice. My breath caught. “You’ll continue to meet me here every Wednesday afternoon,” he said. “We’ll discuss your progress. Your behavior. And when necessary—your punishment.” “You can’t be serious.” His smile was razor-sharp. “Oh, I’m dead serious.” I stood up, but he didn’t move. “Let me guess,” I said. “You’ll call it detention?”

ROB’S POV Everyone was still staring and the tension hadn’t eased. I saw the panic in her eyes and the rage right beneath it. The officers tried to calm the crowd but Bianca’s voice cut through everything. “I’m not anyone’s property.” She stood up and looked at me and then at Nadir and then the rest of the room. Her body was trembling but her voice held steady. “I’m a woman. I work and I pay my rent. I dress how I want in my own house and I will not apologize for being seen. I have done nothing illegal and nothing shameful and I will not let you shame me into silence.”

His voice was calm. I wanted the ground to open up. Immediately. Preferably right now. Finally he lowered the phone and his eyes met mine. Cold. "So while I'm working...my secretary is busy gossiping with her friend." My pulse hammered against my ribs. Because suddenly I wasn't seeing the annoying man from earlier. I wasn't seeing the sarcastic Damien. Or even the arrogant Damien. This was different. His expression was hard. The expression of someone used to being obeyed. Someone powerful. And for the first time all day, I understood why people feared Damien Valmont. His gaze locked onto mine. "It seems you still don't understand what I'm capable of." My mouth went dry. Every instinct scream

His jaw was tight, the muscle there ticking every few seconds like a warning sign. I slumped on the couch, clutching my tablet like a shield. My brain screamed don’t poke the bear, but the system blinked again in bright, annoying blue. > Mission Progress: 0%. Suggestion: Soften him up. Soften him up. Right. Because that always goes well for me. I stood, smoothing my shirt. “Hey, boss,” I started cautiously, “great meeting earlier.” No response. I tried again. “That Xiao guy sure knows how to talk, huh? Like, talk a lot. Too much. Like he’s running a one-man podcast…”

“You smell good too.” Sage grimaces and then, without thinking, he spits on his face. “You disgusting pig!” Xander wipes the spit off his face and then, without warning, the back of his palm strikes Sage hard on the face, the force of it sending him to the floor. “I will have you know, Omega, I don’t like being disrespected, especially by worthless omegas like you.”