T.S.Noir

  I wake up in some unknown room The walls of the unknown room are a dull grey, almost blending into each other in the dim light.

  A single bare light bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting harsh shadows across the cramped space.

  The only furniture is a small wooden table and a worn-out bed. There are no windows, making the room feel custrophobic and isoted.

  The air in the unknown room is stale and dry, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

  The room was a dark and hidden pce, full of shadows and mysteries lurking in the corners. Its walls were rough and cold to the touch, sending shivers down my spine.

  I could feel the weight of secrets and danger in the air, making my heart beat faster.

  Every sound was amplified, echoing off the walls and adding to the sense of unease.

  It was a room that seemed to hold secrets and stories, waiting to be uncovered.

  The first thing I see are Sabrina and some unknown man, they did not restrain me, but clearly, they won’t let me escape from here.

  My body feels heavy, I can move my muscle but it seems to have no strength at all. “Why? what do you want from me? where am I?”

  Sabrina answers "Oh, Li," Sabrina says, her voice dripping with false concern.

  "I'm so gd you're awake. I was beginning to think my little sleeping potion would keep you under longer."

  She gestures to the rge man standing guard by the door.

  "This is Mr. Wick, my... persuader." A sadistic smile curls her lips as she speaks his name.

  Mr. Wick's cold, unblinking eyes roam over me in a way that makes my skin crawl.

  His hands are clenched at his sides, rexed but ready for any sudden movement I might make. I shiver, despite myself.

  "Li, Li... Always so headstrong, aren't you?" Sabrina purred, pacing the dimly lit room like a caged panther. The unknown man lurked in the shadows, his presence alone sending chills down my spine. "Oh, you don't remember? This is the threshold of your final chapter, my dear. The end of your love story with Leon."

  Her words were like knives in my heart, each sylble more painful than the st.

  "What do you want from him? He's done nothing to you!" I spat out through gritted teeth. My limbs trembled with rage and fear, but I refused to let her see me break.

  Sabrina's ughter echoed off the dank walls, bouncing back. “But it’s not about him my dear Li, it’s about you. Walking around showing your beauty and your innocent, don’t you know how dangerous that is. anyway, you fell asleep at the office, we didn’t want you to get sick so we moved you here, you should thank us by the way. and because you seem to spill something on your shirt, we went the extra miles to changed it for you”

  I just notice that the clothes that I wear are different from the one I wore earlier.

  “What do you want?” I asked her.

  Sabrina then showed me some pictures she took while changing my clothes.

  It was horrible, "This." Sabrina's icy voice sent chills down my spine as she waved the incriminating photos in front of my face.

  The photos are crisp and clear, each detail captured and magnified for maximum impact.

  They showed me in compromising positions - disheveled hair, smeared lipstick, and torn clothing - with a man who is not my boyfriend.

  My stomach dropped as I looked at the unmistakable proof of my humiliation.

  "These little mementos will ensure Leon never wants you again, Li. You see, I know how much he values your... innocence." Her ughter, high-pitched and maniacal, bounced off the dank walls, trapping me in a cocoon of humiliation.

  Mr. Wick chuckled in the background; an ominous rumble that made me recoil further against the cold stone wall.

  "Leon's going to be so disappointed in you, Li," Sabrina cooed, her words like venom.

  "After all, he thought you were different from me, didn't he? He thought you were above these base desires."

  Anger and indignation coursed through my veins, but I refused to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. But the thought of Leon seeing these photos are just too much for me to bear.

  “Please Leon had nothing to do with how I am, please, he will be destroyed when he sees those pictures. I can’t do this to him, you can’t do this to him. Please”

  Sabrina then says to me “well there is a way to remove the photos forever, and Mr. Wick here can help you, but…”

  Sabrina paused for a second “what? please anything.”

  I plead to her. “Well Mr. Wick need to confirm that the girl in these pictures is truly you,” said Sabrina. “But how?”

  Sabrina's devious smile returned, her eyes glinting with a sickening glee.

  "It's quite simple, Li," she purred, stepping closer to me. "Mr. Wick just needs to... 'confirm' that it's you in these pictures."

  She let her words hang in the air, and an icy dread began to creak through my bones, stealing my breath.

  "He'll... recreate a few of these poses with you, and we'll take some more photos. Then, everything will be... discreetly dealt with."

  Sabrina ughed coldly, a silvery sound that grated on my nerves like nails on chalkboard. "Oh, Li," she chided, "

  A slow, sickening grin crept across Sabrina's face as she pointed to the bed. "Strip," she commanded, her voice cold and cline less.

  A shudder ran down my spine at the thought of stripping in front of these monsters, but I knew I had no choice.

  Slowly.

  Shakily.

  I unbuttoned my blouse, allowing it to fall to the ground in a heap at my feet.

  My eyes met Mr. Wick's unwavering gaze; his expression impassive as he assessed me.

  "Next," Sabrina demanded, motioning towards my skirt. Tears clouding my vision, I unzipped the silky fabric and let it pool around my ankles.

  I stood before them in my underwear, vulnerability and humiliation washing over me in suffocating waves. "No," I whimpered. "I can't do this."

  Mr. Wick materialized behind me, his meaty paws gripping my shoulders tightly. His touch was like ice, leeching the st vestiges of warmth from my body.

  "Don... don't do this," I pleaded, adrenaline surging through my veins as I struggled against his vice-like grip.

  "Leon will never forgive himself if he found out!"

  "Leon will never find out. Mr. Wick is very good at his job, and I'm sure he'll make sure there's nothing left behind to implicate either of us," she purred, running a manicured nail down my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.

  "Now, let's not make this any more difficult than it needs to be."

  I lost the battle with my tears as they began to flow freely down my cheeks, leaving salty trails on my flushed cheeks.

  Resignation washed over me like a suffocating bnket as I realized there was no way out of this nightmare.

  Sabrina had won, and Leon would never know the truth about the monster I'd become to protect him.

  Mr. Wick started to forcefully strip me of my torn dress, leaving me trembling in nothing but my panties and heels.

  He guided me towards the bed where he id me down, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while his other roamed my body, As Mr. Wick's smile.

  "He can never know," she purred, her tongue dating hands began to roam my body, I felt filthy and soiled—and I knew that even if I managed to escape this nightmare intact.

  I would be tainted for life. Sabrina had reduced me to a pawn in her twisted game, and I was powerless to stop it.

  Tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked at the photographs scattered on the table, the image of Leon's face haunting me.

  "I'm sorry," I choked out through ragged sobs. "I'm so sorry."

  Sabrina's smile widened in triumph, her eyes shining with malice. "Sorry doesn't cut it, Li," she hissed.

  "Now, let's not keep Mr. Wick waiting any longer, shall we? oh and another thing, Mr. Wick can’t concentrate with the job if you don’t give him consent, now act like a little slut that you are and beg Mr. Wick to defile you, or we can send those photos to your chubby darling”

  My heart pounded in my chest like a beat of a drum, the rhythm of my terror threatening to consume me.

  I couldn't believe I had been reduced to this; a pything for the deranged fantasies of Sabrina Greensky.

  The thought of Leon finding out the depths to which I'd sunken to protect him filled me with anguish so profound that it took my breath away.

  I turned my gaze to Mr. Wick, the embodiment of my impending doom. His cold, emotionless eyes bore into my soul, sending shivers down my spine.

  Swallowing the bile that threatened to rise up in my throat, I mustered up every ounce of strength within me and forced out his name, "Mr. Wick."

  His brows furrowed as if he were trying to discern whether or not I was finally submitting to his twisted desires or simply deying the inevitable.

  "Y-es?" he drawled, dragging out the word menacingly.

  "Do it," I whispered hoarsely, resignation in every sylble. "Just... please, make sure it's... quick."

  Mr. Wick's vile grin widened as he freed himself from his pants, exposing the evidence of his arousal.

  Sabrina was right; he enjoyed every moment of my degradation.

  "Oh, Li... I'll make sure you feel every single second of this," he growled, climbing onto the bed with predatory grace.

  As he positioned himself in front of me, Sabrina leaned in close to my ear, her breath hot against my skin.

  "Remember this feeling, Li," she whispered malevolently. "This is what happens to beautiful people like us in this kind of world."

  The cold grip of Sabrina’s fingers tightened under my chin, forcing me to meet Mr. Wick’s soulless gaze. She smiled — not with kindness, but with cruelty sharpened to a bde.

  "Say it," she hissed, nails digging painfully into my skin. "Tell him how low you’ve fallen."

  Tears burned down my cheeks as I struggled to speak, the shame catching in my throat.

  "Mr. Wick," I managed, voice shaking. "I'm... nothing. I deserve whatever you choose to do to me."

  Wick's grin stretched wider — a slow, chilling thing that made my blood run cold.

  "That's better," he murmured. "Now beg."

  I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms, and forced the words out like broken gss.

  "Please... please just end this."

  Sabrina’s ughter — brittle and cruel — filled the sterile room. Mr. Wick stepped closer, and before I could even brace myself, pain ripped through me.

  I screamed into the pillow Sabrina shoved against my face, muffling my cries. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself somewhere — anywhere — else. But the horror continued, relentless.

  Time blurred; Reality twisted.

  When I finally opened my eyes again, the world spun around me in broken pieces.

  My body ached.

  My mind drifted in and out of darkness and they were still there.

  "The drugs are finally kicking in," Wick muttered, amused.

  "Good," Sabrina said coldly."It's time she learns her pce." Another syringe, another sharp sting in my arm.

  A new wave of heat coursed through me — not from desire, but from something wrong.

  Something chemical. Mechanical. A grotesque betrayal of my body.

  I fought against it. I fought to remember Leon's face — his voice — his hands, always so careful with me, but memory slipped through my fingers like smoke. The drugs hollowed me out.

  Their ughter twisted around me as the nightmare continued.

  I don't know how long it sted. Minutes, hours, it could have been days.

  Somewhere deep inside, a part of me kept screaming.

  Kept fighting. But the body they battered didn’t respond.

  Later — much ter — I heard Wick's mocking voice. Low. Gloating.

  "You, see?" he sneered.

  "Even the purest flower can rot." Sabrina only chuckled, circling me like a vulture.

  "The world breaks everyone," she said. "Some of us just... enjoy the process."

  The final humiliation wasn't even physical.

  It was the knowledge that a part of me, under the chemical fog, had wanted oblivion.

  Had begged for it. Had reached for it like a drowning soul reaching for the bottom instead of the surface.

  As I y there, broken and discarded, I clung to the st fragile thread of myself: Leon, his smile, his hope, his stubborn belief that I was worth saving.

  I would not let them take that too.

  I couldn't.

  Darkness cimed me again, but this time — I held onto that single, searing truth like a lifeline.

  I was not only what they had done to me. Not yet. Not ever.

  "Look at her now," Sabrina sneered, her icy blue eyes alight with victory. "Who would have thought our sweet Li had such a dirty side?"

  Sabrina’s smile was a razor — slow, cruel, and slicing straight to the bone.

  She moved around the bed with a predator’s grace, her steps deliberate, her presence choking the air itself.

  "I didn’t break you, Li," she said, her voice a velvet noose tightening around my throat.

  "I simply… helped you become what you were always meant to be."

  She stopped at the foot of the bed, tilting her head like a scientist observing a failed experiment.

  "You were never made for sunlight, darling," Sabrina whispered.

  "You were crafted for the night. Just like me."

  I swallowed the bile rising in my throat.

  Even buried under yers of pain, somewhere deep, a flicker of pity sparked to life.

  "What happened to you?" My voice was barely more than a rasp.

  "Why are you doing this? No one deserves this. Not even you."

  Sabrina's eyes gleamed — a fsh of something human, something broken, gone before I could name it.

  Maybe she had been dragged into this darkness long before I ever knew what it meant to bleed.

  Maybe she thought there was no other way to survive.

  I would never know. Because the moment snapped — brutally, mercilessly — as Mr. Wick's hands closed around me, dragging me back into the nightmare.

  Time unravelled.

  Days bled into nights, and nights into something worse.

  I forgot the sound of my own voice.

  Forgot the shape of my own name.

  The only reality that remained was the cold grip of Wick’s hands.

  The brutal rhythm of survival.

  The hollow echo of everything I used to be slipping away with every shuddering breath.

  I didn’t know how many times he used me.

  I stopped counting the times I was forced to kneel before him.

  Stopped feeling the moments he defiled what was left of me.

  Somewhere along the way, my soul stopped screaming. And silence became my only shield.

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