Subdued Novels & Stories

He stuttered his shaky hands ready to take notes in his small note book. Lorenzo inhaled through his nose. "I loved the smell of blood, the cries of the victims begging my dad for mercy, the children crying for their parents to be spared. Fucking paradise. I should take you to my basement one day and show you around. It's a lovely place." He chuckled Dr. Ross gulped shaking his head, "Uhh...alright-Umm. Let's m-move on." He made a quick note in his note pad. Lorenzo shrugged.

Her best friend does but he pities her which is way worse than not believing. ★. ★. ★. ★. ★. Jade blinked slowly, trying to adjust her eyes to the brightness of the room. Her head was aching badly and her eyesight was foggy as she struggled to sit up. She placed her right fingers on her head and massaged her temple while trying to figure out where she was.

When the doctor was done, she sighs and shook her head. Mark looked at the doctor impatiently asked "Any worries?" "Actually, it shows from my results that she is a patient of bipolar disorder and this has made it more critical as she has gone into a severe trauma. Hence, will be silently inactive for a long time." The doctor said "What do you mean silently inactive?" Mark asked "It means she would be quiet for a long time, won't respond to anyone or talk to anyone. And this will go until she recovers from her trauma" the doctor said

Her breaths increased and her panting heavily intensified. His hands gripped her hair and neck simultaneously, she felt choked up but had to remain submissive, Ken was having rough sex with her and the pleasure was one sided. Nicky held in, forcing herself to remain on track, praying he slowed down. At last ken had slowed down, thrusting in a lot gradual than previously. Ken’s veins had popped out, he smiled in lustful delight. They resumed kissing as she kept on stroking his manhood. Ken’s mouth was getting loosened.

RULES FOR SUB -𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 (𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥) What...! I close the folder and flip it over, look around me.. I'm in the car with Banks. I look at him . He's still driving. I'm really doing this? Me? I thought subs are slim. Maybe a tiny bit thick. Not someone who just reduced to ninety-four from one hundred and one kg! Pressure builds from the center of my chest, to my lower abdomen, to the hole between my legs, back up to my nipples... I'm in heat! With a deep intake of breath, I open it back to read. Ten minutes later, I'm done, scared and intrigued. I look at

“My mind is fine.” Kane tilted his head, assessing. “Your scent says different. It’s thicker this week. Richer.” One large hand moved to Sebastian’s shoulder, thumb pressing into the overworked muscle with perfect pressure. “Suppressors are losing ground. How long until you admit you need more than pills to handle this?”

At the bottom of things. "You're quiet," Adrian said. "I'm thinking." "About forty-seven seconds." Daniel looked at him. "Am I that transparent?" "You have a look," Adrian said. "When you're running something you can't resolve. Your jaw does a specific thing." Daniel consciously relaxed his jaw. "What thing?" "A very small thing. Almost imperceptible." The corner of Adrian's mouth. "I've had four weeks of baseline. I notice deviations." Daniel looked back at the road ahead. The countryside moved past in its Sunday afternoon configuration — quieter than the weekday, slower, the kind of light that arrived in October at this hour and made everything look as if it were being considered before be

_ _Click. Susan turned it off. _Silence. Kitchen. 7:12 AM._ “Critical but stable,” Adrian said. 63 BPM. Not happy. Not sad. Not anything. “He’s nothing now. Can’t talk. Can’t file. Can’t lie.” “Good,” Alex said. Mouth full. Cereal. Not looking up. “Because lying is bad. And talking is for home. Not for bad men.” _Thump._ February stirred. Made a noise. Not cry. Stretch.

After I draw the curtains the three of us sit facing each other. “Okay. Eyes closed for me” Tilly leads us “Feet firmly on the floor. I want you to pay attention to the feel of your breathing moving in and out. The cool breath in and warm breath out as your chest gently rises and falls. iI want you to feel the heavy, sleepy feeling pushing down on you now. That warm, comfort, embrace it as it envelopes you and brings you deeper into a gentle sleep with me…” Tilly continues to talk but her voice is growing feinter and feinter like I’ve moved to another room.

Less efficient. But clearer. Sharper. More… human. And that clarity came with something we hadn’t felt in a while. Space. Room to think. To question. To hesitate. “Selene,” Arden said, “you feel it too, don’t you?” “Yes.” “The difference.” “Yes.” “It’s quieter,” Cassius added. “Less… overwhelming.” Dominic nodded. “That’s the reduced synchronization.” Kane looked at me. “And?” I took a slow breath. “It’s easier to tell where I end.”