His Caged Luna

She pleaded, her voice trembling as tears threatened to spill, "Stay back, please." Her fingers instinctively covered her ears, trying to block out the impending confrontation. "You should have considered the consequences when you chose to defy Vito Caputo," I said, leaning over the cage with a firm grip. With ease, I lifted her delicate frame, as if she weighed nothing, and placed her on the ground. "Please, I didn't mean it," she whispered, desperation evident in her eyes. I fixed my gaze on the vibrant red Laurex uniform that clung to her, a hint of curiosity lurking beneath my words, "We ought to uncover what lies beneath these clothes, don't you think?" "No, I beg of you," she begged, fear intensifying her plea. "You've made your choice, and now you'll face the consequences. You knew the stakes the moment you crossed paths with me," I declared. "I'll consume you until there's no life left in your body, little wolf," I threatened, my voice filled with determination. "I'll relentlessly invade your being, body and soul, until you reveal what I want to hear. I'll push you to climax again and again, until it becomes your eternal farewell," I vowed. "And I'll force your legs wide open, until they ache from the pain. Your hands will strain above your head, bound until they plead for mercy," I disclosed, each word striking a harsh chord.