"What a damn headache," I mutter, lying on the cold, metal bed when I hear heavy footsteps approaching.
I don't bother looking up. I already know who it is—Valeria and her group. She has come for what she wanted.
The cell door creaks open, and Valeria strides in like a wolf who knows she owns the den. Her grin is wide, her sharp teeth flashing under the dim lights. Her eyes glint with predatory anticipation.
Behind her are the three women from earlier, each with their own smug smirks and unspoken promises of violence.
"Well, well, well, pretty face," she says, her voice smooth, almost playful, but dripping with menace.
"It's time for some fun, boy."
I barely shift my head, my gaze landing on her. Disinterest flickers in my eyes. "You're persistent."
"Persistent?" She grins "No, I'm inevitable."
Her attention flicks to Parker, who's already cowering in the corner of the cell, his back pressed against the wall. His wide eyes dart between me and Valeria.
"Take him out," she says, jerking her thumb toward him without even looking. "Have your fun. Make sure he's too tired to whine later."
"No! Wait!" Parker's voice cracks as he scrambles to his feet. "Don't get close to him! He's dangerous—he's not normal!" His words come out in a panicked rush, his eyes wild.
Valeria snorts, her amusement evident as she turns to women. "Shut him up, would you?"
One of the women strides forward, grabbing Parker by the arm. "You talk too much," she growls, dragging him out the door as he kicks and struggles.
"I'm serious! Don't mess with him! He—he is dangerous!" Parker's protests fade as the door slams shut behind them, leaving just me and Valeria in the dimly lit cell.
She steps closer to the bed, her gaze fixed on me like a predator sizing up its prey.
"Now then, pretty face," she says, sitting down beside me. Her hand immediately finds its way to my pants.
"Let's have some fun, shall we?"
"You're wasting your time," I say flatly, my voice devoid of emotion.
"Why? You scared of me?" she taunts, leaning closer. Her breath is warm against my ear. "Don't worry, I'll leave you in one piece—mostly." She forces my chin up, her lips curling into a sly smirk.
"Show me what you've got," she whispers, her tongue darting out to lick the shell of my ear.
I don't react. My gaze remains as lifeless as before. "Go away."
Her playful demeanor twists into something darker. She grabs my collar, yanking me upright and slamming my back against the cold wall.
"Are you gay or something? Or maybe you're just too scared to handle a real woman like me."
"I'm not interested," I reply, my tone unwavering. "I'm sleepy."
Her smirk returns, but it's more sinister now. "Oh, sweetie," she says, leaning in closer, her lips brushing against my neck. "Your interest doesn't matter to me."
Her hands roam lower, groping my backside, her fingers pressing and kneading.
"You've got a real nice body for someone so scrawny," she murmurs, her voice dripping with condescension. "Let's see if your little friend agrees is as good too."
I let out a slow breath, my annoyance barely concealed. "Let's not do this."
Outside, Parker's muffled moans and cries grow louder, mingling with the mocking laughter of the other women.
"See? That guy's already having fun. You better wake it up soon, or I might get angry," she says, Her hand sliping beneath my waistband. "And trust me, you don't want me angry. I might break it off—along with your pretty face."
Her hand grips my dragon, squeezing it roughly.
"Damn," I mutter, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"What a damn hassle. You're the most annoying person I've met today."
Her expression darkens, a sadistic gleam lighting up her eyes. "Keep talking, pretty face," she purrs, tightening her grip. "I love a little fight."
She presses her lips to mine, her kiss forceful and possessive. I feel her nails digging into my skin, her twisted blush deepening as she claims what she believes is hers.
For her, this is power. This is dominance. She's won—or so she thinks.
But that's not what's actually gonna happen.
"So you won't stop," I whisper.
Her response is a breathy laugh. "Oh, sweetie, you've got no idea how much fun we're gonna have."
"Alright, then." I let out a weary sigh. "If that's what you want."
I feel my dragon in her hand, her squeezing it tightly and roughly.
Then I get it up, seeing her blush getting even brighter.
"Yes, yes that's it. Make it bigger." She muffles, licking my face even fiercely.
And then, suddenly, I put it down.
"Huh?" Her blush gets dimmer, questions popping on her face.
Then again, i straightens it up, then put it down, up, down, up, down, up, down.
Her grips loosens on me and i lands gently. She trumbles back a bit, her blushed face turning bleak at the scene.
"Wh- what's happening. How are you doing it."
"Just some small harmonal control. Anyway, you are so annoying and persistent, and creepy on top of that."
I wave my hand before her eyes and her movements completely stops.
"Forget what you saw. You and your friends did whatever you wanted. I satisfied you thoroughly. And now you are going back with your other female friends."
Memories—false and vivid—floods her mind. She stumbles, a satisfied smirk returning to her lips again.
"You… you were amazing," she murmurs, her voice distant. A satisfied smile spreads across her lips as she adjusts her shirt. "Best I've ever had."
She turns to the door, calling to her others. "Alright, girls. Let's go. Leave something in him for next time."
The other females wipes their forehead in pleasure. "Ahh, that was good. You are good, old man. Be prepared for next time."
Then Valeria leaves with them, leaving me alone.
Parker, who didn't do anything— couldn't do anything stands up hurriedly and pulls up his pants.
I simply lie back up on the hard bed. My half-closed gaze falls on Parker who is standing at the cell door, staring at me with wide, horrified eyes.
"You... You did something. You are not human. Wh– what the hell are you?"
"Bored."
"You… you're not normal. People like her don't just walk away."
"They do when I tell them to."
"Why didn't you just kill her? You could've ended this whole thing."
"Because I'm too bored to do that."
"Are you going to kill m—"
"Go back to sleep" i cut him mid-sentence, and he immediately shut up. He walks in, close the door, lie on the bed and goes to sleep, as if his body moves on its own.
"Sighs, what a boring day it's been." I say, letting the quiet take over the cell again.