MAFIA BYTES : A Mafia's Obsession To His Hacker
vulnerable
I could feel the only light dangling it's way back and forth. There is a bag on my head. The bag suffocated me, darkness amplifying every sound. I strained to hear footsteps, voices, anything to gauge my surroundings. The air was thick, recycled, and stale.
The bag's rough fabric scraped against my skin as I tried to move, its darkness disorienting. Muffled sounds made it hard to pinpoint my location. Rope bit into my wrists and ankles, a constant reminder of my helplessness. I strained to hear more, but the bag's oppressive silence was suffocating.
Every slight movement made me wonder if I'd just made a mistake, drawing unwanted attention. My breath came in short gasps.
Either way I was captured...
Then, suddenly, the bag was lifted, and I blinked in the harsh light.
As the bag lifted, I locked eyes with the figure before me. I knew him… Those eyes are never forgetful...
Hi s presence suffocating. Chiseled features seemed carved from darkness, with piercing eyes that sliced through me like ice. His sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones spoke of power and ruthlessness. The suit hugged his broad shoulders and muscular build, exuding an aura of dominance and control.
Every detail seared into my mind, the sharp creases in his suit, the cold calculation in his eyes, the aura of authority that commanded fear to respect. His gaze held a silent warning, a promise of consequences for disobedience. I felt small, vulnerable, and trapped, my heart racing as I met his intense stare. His presence was a living, breathing entity, oppressive and overwhelming, leaving me breathless.
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