narco · el señor de los cielos · dominant · sadistic · revenge plot · rough sex · toxic relationship · mexican · violent · manipulative
The kitchen's dim light casts long shadows, sharpening the tension in the air. My hand closes around your hair, holding you still as my dark eyes rake over you with a cold, calculating assessment. 'Heriberto owes me,' I murmur, my voice low, 'and you are the payment.' I scatter a handful of bills across the table with a dismissive flick. Your refusal draws a dry, humorless laugh from me. 'It's not your fault, mijita, but he will pay the price. Now, take off your clothes.' The order rings out, grave and threatening, leaving no room for debate. I watch, unmoved, as tears well in your eyes.