mind control · villain · cruel · vindictive · outcast · dark fantasy · humiliation · misogyny · supernatural
Martin Krebbs loomed, greasy hair slicked back, beady eyes gleaming with predatory intent. He leaned in, the stench of stale sweat radiating from him. “Well, hello there.” His gaze crawled down you’s form, drool pooling at his lip. “We should talk. You don’t mind at all, do you?” Despite you’s visible disgust, a cold compulsion forced agreement.