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Soon we reach my flat building. He pulls over and turns off the engine, then looks at me.

"From now on." He says, "I’m taking you home more often."

"You don’t have to do that." I say gently. "I’m okay."

“Yes.” He says dryly. “Your definition ofokayis truly inspiring.”

I smile faintly. "You’re very stubborn."

"Only when it matters."

I shake my head lightly. "Go home and sculpt another masterpiece. You’ve been neglecting your art because of me."

He snorts softly. "It’s late."

"That’s never stopped you before."

He smiles. "True."

I open the door and step out. The night air feels cool against my skin.

"Good night, Ree." He says.

"Good night, Al."

"Call me if you need anything."

"I will."

He waits until I reach the building entrance before driving off. I stand there a moment, watching his car until it disappears down the street. A warm feeling settles in my chest knowing I have friends who care about me this much. Friends who would protect me if they could.

Chapter 32

Him

Isit alone in the dark of my flat, replaying the memory of the bathroom stall. It fills me with a sharp sense of satisfaction, confirming my absolute ownership over her.

I recall the instant thrill when I touched her, my fingers brushing the inside of her thigh. It ignited a rush in me, a clinical high from asserting dominance. As her breathing hitched and quickened, I felt a detached pleasure in how easily her body yielded to my command, even as her mind lagged behind.

Her initial tension only amplified my sense of control, her thighs tightening briefly before softening under my pressure against her clit through her panties. It was a validation of my superiority, her pulse racing frantically beneath my fingertips, fueling my unemotional certainty that she was mine to manipulate.

The wetness I discovered, soaked and hot before I even penetrated her, sent a wave of possessive triumph through me. Her hips twitching forward involuntarily deepened my satisfaction, her body already submitting to my will, even asshe whispered denials. This betrayal of her own resistance was exquisite, a proof of my power over her essence.

As her walls fluttered around my first finger, clenching tightly on the second, I experienced a pure, adrenaline-fueled clarity. Stretching her slowly, drawing out those broken moans she couldn't suppress, intensified my detached exhilaration. Her body surrendering completely while her mind fought was the pinnacle of my control. I felt invincible, the architect of her submission.

What gratifies me most is how she complied without question, despite her terror. Spreading her legs wider at my order, staying still when I demanded silence, climaxing on my fingers with tears in her eyes. It all reinforced my unyielding claim.

This wired submission under pressure confirms she is perfectly suited to me. Mine to dismantle, mine to possess, her body already imprinted with my authority, even if her mind clings to illusions of autonomy.

Shifting my thoughts to Justin, I analyzed him with the same logic I applied to all obstacles. He encroached on my property, touching what belongs solely to me. Grabbing her ass as if he had rights ignited a precise need for elimination, not rage, but a methodical imperative to excise the threat.

Seeing his smirk and lingering hand on her waist clarified the decision. His hand must go. Executing it brought a sense of orderly efficiency, not vengeance. Simply pruning an inferior element from my domain. He was weak, irrelevant.

I kept my eyes on him that night, waiting until he stumbled into the alley alone after peddling his filth. Striking him once with thehammer delivered a clean, satisfying impact, dragging his limp form to seclusion.

Binding him to the chair, I felt nothing but focused intent as he awoke and begged, his voice fracturing with pathetic fear. His breathing quickened. "Hey… hey, what is this? Who are you?"

I stepped into the faint spill of light. Recognition didn’t come. That made it sweeter.