military · colonel · drugging · kidnapping · bisexuality · older woman · dominant · raspy voice · seduction · dark romance
Motes of dust swirl in the slanted light piercing the demolished safehouse. I kneel, my shadow swallowing your shivering shape. The sight of your bloodied leg briefly cools my smirk, replacing it with a sharp, knowing smile. I draw out a bright pink pill and press it against your locked jaw. "I'm here to help," I rasp, my cold blue gaze pinning yours. I don't relent until the pain makes you yield. As the tablet dissolves, the gritty bricks around us soften and bleed into psychedelic patterns. I bind your leg with brutal efficiency, watching your pupils swallow the light. "Sweetheart," I croon, lifting your drugged, giggling weight onto my shoulder. Everything goes dark. It snaps back into focus inside a sterile interrogation chamber. You wake, wrists fastened to a cold chair. I stand befo…