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You knew exactly what you got yourself into. 

You were not different from the other victims who came down here. 

You were pushed onto the wooden chair, ropes binding so tight the straws dug into your delicate skin. 

“Please,” you blurted out, watching the tall woman pace back and forth across the room, your pocket knife in her hand. Your eyes never left her, trying to decipher her intentions. 

“I’m not working for anyone,” you continued, your mind racing for words to save yourself. “No one sent me down here. I didn’t even know Piltover sent people down here!”

You held your breath as your eyes locked on the woman who was approaching you. She stood over you, looking down as if you were nothing more than a piece of meat – ready to be devoured. 

Your voice started to crack, your vision blurring as the ache in your chest grew. 

She leaned closer, pressing her palm on the wooden handle.

“I-I’m not from here alright? I have no intentions of harming your city. I don’t know what the others have been doing but p-please…I have no connections whatsoever with them. I barely even know Piltover–”

Your words broke off as a sudden heat pressed against your skin. You froze, your mouth parting as she brushed her lips against the side of your cheekbone, trailing toward the shell of your ear. A shiver ran through you, shoulders trembling without control. Goosebumps bloomed along the back of your neck and spread like wildfire down to your legs. 

“I give you one more chance to try and persuade me.” 

Your jaw shut tight, teeth grinding together as you debated whether to give it another go or just shut the hell up and wait for whatever punishment was coming. 

“Three.” 

You raised an eyebrow, confused at her meaning as you dug your fingernails deep into the fabric of your jeans. 

“Two.” 

No fucking way. 

“On–”

“I’ll do anything.” 

Great. 

You’re just asking to be slaughtered at this point. 

“Anything?”

A soft growl slipped past her lips before pulling her face away. She studied your features, taking in your shaky eyes and quivering lips. 

You nodded obediently, swallowing the hard lump in your throat but the welling tears couldn’t help slipping down your cheeks. And then you saw those eyes change. 

She grabbed your face, a hint of roughness lingering in her touch – like she couldn’t regulate her own pressure. 

“Breathe.” 

You didn’t know why, but that one single order made you break apart. Her palm caught your tears, letting them trickle down her hand. 

“Breathe.” She repeated, her voice stern this time. 

You nodded again, strands of hair falling over your soaked eyes as you tried to silently tell her that you were trying hard not to. 

“Look at me.” 

You stared straight into her soul. 

She released you, her fingers brushing the stray strands of hair upwards, exposing your eyes once again. 

Are you becoming her little toy? 

Is she trying to gain your trust? Only to get rid of you later?

“Don’t let me see you down here ever again.” She lowered her voice, warning you before pressing your pocket knife against the ropes, slicing through them with precision. Your breath hitched, watching the ropes fall to your feet.

You didn’t care anymore. You bolted like a frightened mouse, the door slamming behind you.

You’re free. 

Oh my god you’re free.

And for once, you dared to look back.

You saw her. 

Standing there – watching you silently. 

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You let out a loud exhale, your back slid against the door. 

Your muscles burned, raw from hours of running and climbing back to the warm sunlight. You could cry again – this time from joy. 

The entire night felt like a fever dream, but the lingering sting from the ropes reminded you that it was real. You were surprised – and quite proud – that you had found your way back to your apartment safely. Crowds started roaming the Undercity streets, which made it easier for you to slip through unnoticed and climb back up without suspicion. 

Your eyes drooped as you dragged your worn out body toward your bed. You plopped down on your stomach, face planting into your scented pillow, letting the familiar fragrance drown your senses. 

Without bothering to wash up, you fell asleep.

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You had no idea what time it was or how long you had been asleep.

What you did know was the sharp dryness in your throat and the gurgle from your stomach. You managed to grab a jug of water from your coffee table, pouring yourself a glass before chugging the liquid down. Your fridge also wasn’t well-stocked, but you just had enough ingredients to throw together a simple dish.

You went on with your daily routine until you finally sat down at your work desk. You grabbed a pen and began scribbling down in your notebook, recording every fragment you could recall from the night before. 

The faint neon lights. 

The quiet streets. 

The eyes… her eyes. 

If only you could’ve caught those pair of beautiful gray gemstones with your camera–

Camera. Where is your camera?

Shit.

Your bag.

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“Don’t let me see you down here ever again.”

The words echoed in your head as you trudged through the dark tunnel – a new shortcut you had stumbled on. 

Night fell quickly again, but this time you were better prepared for what might come. 

Your most important piece of information. You needed to get it back.

You knew it wouldn’t be easy. 

But you were willing to play along with her game.

She didn’t keep you waiting – because the moment you heard footsteps behind you grow louder, you ran. 

It could’ve been anyone, but your gut was telling you it was her.

You didn’t know where the sudden rush of courage came from, but you forced yourself to stop, trying to distinguish the sounds of her footsteps from your racing heartbeat that felt like it was going to pound out of your chest at any moment. 

You shut your eyes, pulling in a shaky breath as soon as you felt a familiar hand snake around the front of your shoulders. A body pressed firmly against your back, her warmth coiling around you like a trap. Her palm slid upward, curling around your neck until her fingers pressed just enough to make you tilt your head back, forcing you to look at her.  

“What did I tell you?” Her voice was low, close to a whisper.

Her thumb brushed your pulse, as if reminding you how easy it was to destroy you right then and there. 

“You have what’s mine.” You tried to keep your composure, your eyes fixated on her blank expression. 

"Do I?" 

You couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic with you or not, but as her grip began to loosen, your pulse jumped with a fleeting hope that it might be a yes. She kept her hand steady on your neck for a bit before releasing you, the cold air nipping your skin.

“Since when did you get so bold?” Her lips curled into an amused smirk, teasingly brushing her index finger under your chin. 

You gulped, deliberately watching her hand travel to your hood before yanking it down to cover your eyes. She spun you around, the sharp, metal maw from her mechanical arm pressing hard into the small of your back, nudging you as she began to lead you the way.

You had no choice but to follow her command. 

No running.

Unless you want to be torn apart. This time she’ll show you no mercy. 

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You’re back.

The same dimly lit room. The chair you had once been confined to. An endless collection of empty and half-finished bottles of who knows what crowded the coffee table. Everything else remained untouched.

The tall woman stood there, back facing you as she looked out through her single broken window. You weren’t sure if she was waiting for you to find what you came for. 

But you couldn’t.

“Need a hint?” Her voice broke the silence, echoing softly through the room as she turned to face you. You stood there dumbfoundedly, unsure if she was offering help or something else entirely.

“Sit down first.”

“What, so you can tie me up again?”

A low chuckle escaped her lips as she arched an eyebrow in amusement. She sank into the sofa across from you, legs spreading comfortably as she leaned back.

"Sit. Down."

She knew exactly what she was doing – she had the upper hand. No matter what came out of her mouth, you would just take it and obey without question.

You sank down into your wooden chair, knees pressed tightly together as your hands rested stiffly on top of them. You pressed your lips together into a thin line, your gaze dropped to the floor for a second in dissatisfaction. 

And there it was – dangling between her fingers – your precious bag.

You couldn’t contain your excitement. Your heart pounded in your chest as you shot up from your seat, arm swinging to snatch it back. But she was quicker, retracting her arm with a sharp snap, holding your bag just out of reach. You stumbled forward, arms flailing until your nails clawed into the cushion to keep yourself upright. The tall woman didn't budge as she calmly studied your expression with her body trapped in between your trembling arms. Still, your eyes never left her hand. That fucking bag – that one silver of control hanging just beyond your grasp.

“Not even a thank you?” The bag dangled tauntingly between her fingers. 

“Thank you.” You looked right into her eyes and firmly spoke up.

She slowly handed it to you in which you quickly took it, unzipping the bag to make sure everything was still inside so you wouldn‘t have to go on another scavenger hunt. You sighed in relief before slinging the straps across your body.

You risked a few glances in her direction. She didn’t seem to care, pouring herself a glass of whiskey with the same composure as if nothing had happened before draping both legs over the coffee table.

Your own legs moved forward, but your eyes couldn’t leave the dark red gash on her thigh. A hastily wrapped bandage covered it, but it was clear she hadn’t treated it properly. Whatever she was doing, it wasn’t enough to heal the wound you had inflicted.

She didn't move, only watching you with that same unreadable expression as she swirled the amber liquid in her glass with her real hand. A faint glow of violet pulsed beneath her scars, catching at the corner of your vision, but you forced yourself to focus on what was in front of you. Your fingers fumbled through your bag until they found the first aid kit you had stashed away. You had packed it for yourself, never imagining you would be using it on someone else – let alone someone down here. 

“It’s gonna get infected,” you said, hesitating as you reached toward the damp bandage. She shifted her leg away before you could even touch it. 

“No need.” She down her whiskey in one slow motion, her eyes still fixated on you.

“Please.” You looked up at her as you scooted closer to her thigh. Whatever word came out of your mouth somehow made her gaze softened. She draped her mechanical arm over the head rest, as if she was deliberately keeping it away from you. 

You took a deep breath, carefully unwrapping the damp bandage before tossing it onto the coffee table. You nibbled the inside of your cheek, inspecting the deep, fresh cut. 

“You did well,” she teased, smirking but her smile soon faltered into a sharp hiss of pain the moment you began cleaning it with alcohol. 

“Hang in there,” You dabbed gently at the wound with the wet cotton swab, wiping away both fresh and old blood, “I’m not a professional but I know a thing or two about treating wounds…I’m pretty clumsy myself.”

“I can tell.” She scoffed, making you shoot her an unamused look. 

You continued, applying the medicine with care, making sure the entire spot was covered. You whipped out a fresh roll of bandages before tearing it open. The composed woman slightly lifted her leg, granting you easier access. You made sure it was tight but not to the point it was suffocating before tucking the end in place.

“Here.” You placed the first aid kit on the cushion beside her, “You saw how I did it. Make sure to change it often.”

She raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise breaking her usual composure before her gaze dropped back to the newly dressed wound. 

“Do I owe you now?” She set her empty glass down with a soft clink.

You scoffed, shaking your head before gathering your things. 

“Can I at least know your name?” You stood back up.

“So you can put it in your report and send more people down here?” She frowned, distrust lingered sharp in her tone. 

“Didn’t we already settle thi–”

“Go find out for yourself.” She stood up, the heavy click of her boots against the ground echoed as she approached you, her hand brushing your shoulder as she nudged you toward the door. You somehow resisted the urge to step away, keeping your head tilted toward her even as she guided you out, wanting to push your point a little further.

After a minute of you refusing to move forward, she snapped. In one swift motion, she spun you around, her hand clamping firmly to the back of your head. 

“When someone’s desperate,” she growled, her voice low, “they’ll do anything to get what they want.” 

Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to make your scalp sting, the sharp tug forcing you to look up at her. 

But you weren’t scared. Not anymore. Something deep inside told you she wasn’t going to hurt you. She wouldn't. Not in the way she wanted you to believe.

“This is my last time seeing you,” you said. You weren’t sure if your tone came out too soft – almost like you were disappointed. 

“And?” Her brows shifted in an odd rhythm, like she was trying to figure out what more you wanted from her. “You’re gonna miss me hunting you down?”

“Not even a name?” You pushed one last time, refusing to bite at her playful remark. She groaned, vigorously shaking her head. 

“I could ask the same.”

“Y/N.”

Silence hung in the air as the two of you stared at each other. 

“Alright, end of discussion.” Sevika spun you back around, poking your lower back, causing you to jolt forward.

“Hey, I told you my nam–”

“I said what I said.” She cut you off without hesitation, poking you again as if testing the most efficient way to get you moving.

You decided to let it go. Luckily, you didn’t have to find your way back alone this time. She led the way, pausing now and then to make sure the coast was clear. The second you reached the familiar ladder, you waved goodbye before holding on tight to the iron bars. She stayed where she was, watching you until you disappeared.

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“God, what happened to you?” Kyris chuckled, plucking a brown leaf from your hair as he scanned your sweaty, disheveled state. 

You managed to make it back to the city, though you hadn’t expected to bump into your best friend who just happened to be running some errands in the same area. 

“You won’t believe what I found.” You smiled, a mix of pride and exhaustion in your voice. 

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“Wait, hold on…” Kyris held up his hand, cutting you off mid-sentence, “You… went down there..?”

You nodded, excitement bubbling as your fingers fidgeted with the stack of polaroids you had taken that night before handing it to him. 

“It’s not as bad as we all think. I know what to do now.” You blurted, ignoring the way Kyris studied the images, his face tightening into a grimace.

“You know these aren’t enough to prove your point,” Kyris spoke up, handing the polaroids back to you.

“What?” You still wore a smile as you tilted your head in confusion. 

“Well…what exactly are you trying to prove?” Kyris sank onto your sofa, hands clasped together as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.

“The Undercity isn’t like how they portrayed it – how we portrayed it. There’s so much more down there. Of course… I can always go back down there and–”

“No, you don’t understand,” Kyris gave you a concerned expression, “Have you ever read those reports in the newspaper? Why aren’t there more journalists in Piltover? Because they’re getting killed down there.”

“You’re going to get killed down there.”

“Sure the industrialist is dead, but that doesn‘t mean his second in command isn’t roaming down there freely,” Kyris continued, “Like a shark lurking in the deep – ready to pounce and tear you apart at any moment.”

You knew about the industrialist – but second in command…

Wait.

“She’s going to eat you alive.” 

“Who?”

“Sevika.”

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Sevika.

You scribbled the name into your notebook. Months had passed, and still you couldn’t stop thinking about it – the way it rolled off your tongue, like a forbidden word you weren’t supposed to say out loud.

You wondered if your name ever echoed in her head the way hers did in yours. If she ever caught herself thinking about you in the quiet – the way you did with her. 

Hang on.

Your eyes fixated on the dark ink staining the beige page. 

Why would she ever think about you?

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Ever since you found out Kyris had made connections with the council and secured an internship, you were thrilled for him. It also gave you a sense of relief – there was finally a good chance for your story to reach the surface. 

He started stopping by your place after meetings, and as always, the topic of the Undercity found its way into every conversation. After several attempts, you managed to persuade your best friend to help bring your report to light once you had gathered enough information.

Kyris, however, was still against you venturing down there like it was some sort of playground. But you were determined to prove yourself – that you could be one of Piltover’s most ambitious journalists. The idea of fame was dangerously tempting. 

You had heard about the commotion at the bridge yesterday. According to Kyris, it wasn’t a big deal. A few were injured, but otherwise, they had all retreated. 

Sevika wasn’t there though. 

“Like a shark lurking in the deep – ready to pounce and tear you apart at any moment.”

You wondered how many had already ended up as her helpless prey.

And you wondered how you had made it out alive – not once, but twice. 

That thought alone was enough to entice you, even with her warning hanging over your head. Were you reckless? Maybe.

But you weren’t so sure if this temptation was driven by the chance to gather more information for your report – or by the desire to see her again.

Either way, it felt like you were begging to be torn apart. 

But you couldn’t abandon whatever this feeling was. It was like the image of her had been drilled into your skull. The sharp glint in her eyes and the weight of her calloused hand against your skin.

You had to defend yourself by claiming you were just lonely… and desperate. 

Desperate to be touched.

It wasn’t unusual for such feelings to surface, but after what happened that night, those desires burned even stronger.

Now it had you restless, panting in your bed. The blanket tangled around your legs, heat prickling across your skin as your hand hovered lower – toying with the ache building between your thighs.

And during that, it was her face that haunted you – her presence, her touch.

You knew it was wrong. 

But your body betrayed you. 

Your fingers moved skillfully in circles, giving your swollen bud the attention it needed. 

“Sevika…” 

Your favorite word finally slipped from your lips.

You push in a finger, your whimpers turning into desperate moans. You continued at a slow pace, pumping in and out as if you were on the edge of breaking, the immense pleasure threatening to drown you. You went faster, the white sticky fluid staining your sheets and inner thighs. 

Your pace quickened, body trembling as heat coiled tight in your abdomen.

“Sevika… Sevika… Sevika…”

It was as if your mind had been rewired to say only that word.

You added another finger, continuing in a constant rhythm as you stretched yourself out even more. You wondered if her finger would feel just as good–

No. 

Fuck.

What on earth were you thinking?

But you were feeling far too good. It would be a shame to stop.

You weren’t bothered by the fact that this was the first time you were pleasuring yourself to the thought of someone. No – what unsettled you was the fact that the “someone” happened to be your predator – the one lurking in the shadows beneath Piltover. That realization sent shivers down your spine, mixing fear with something far more dangerous – 

Temptation.

But there was no point in stopping now. 

You kept going. Her name rolled uncontrollably from your lips, like some kind of prayer you couldn’t suppress.

And just like that, you came undone, letting out one last, relieved moan as your legs shuddered. You slowly pull your fingers out, swiping them against your thighs as you struggle to catch your breath.

It wasn’t enough. 

Usually by now, you would be satisfied, letting go of that knot in your stomach. But not anymore. 

You wanted her. You needed her.

You needed Sevika.

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You kept telling yourself this was a bad idea, yet your hands still clung to the rails of the ladder as you climbed down.

Kyris had introduced you to the council earlier today, so you had made sure to look your best. 

So now here you were, running through tunnels in the most inconvenient piece of clothing. Your tight, medium-length skirt wasn‘t impossible to move in, but you cursed yourself for not slipping on a pair of safety shorts underneath. 

Not that anyone down here cared about appearances – unless you looked like an easy target. 

But tonight, you did.

You started to memorize the path by its surroundings, marking each turn with small mental notes. But when the alleys seemed endless, leading to who knows where, you had to stop and steady yourself. 

And then you felt it, a hand on your shoulder. Not the familiar, heavy grip you half-expected, but something weaker – scrawnier. 

You tried to shake it off and keep walking, but the stranger spun you around. You gasped, eyes widening at the pale man before you. His lids drooped as though he was sleepwalking, an empty bottle dangling from his other hand. His smirk widened as his gaze swept down the length of your body. 

You stepped back, your mind racing as you scrambled for a way to escape. You spun around, ready to bolt, but the same hand yanked you back by the collar. 

You struggled against him, your movements frantic yet quiet – terrified of drawing more attention to yourself. His grip only tightened, fingers creeping over you. 

He licked his lips and leaned in, trying to force his face closer to yours. You ducked your head, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to keep any cries from slipping out, refusing to give him that satisfaction.

And then everything stopped – you were free. 

You hesitated before lifting your head, only to find him frozen, eyes wide, his entire frame trembling. His smirk had vanished, now replaced by raw terror. He staggered backwards, gaze darting upward as if he had seen something far worse than you. Before you knew it, he bolted, stumbling over his own feet as he fled down the streets. 

You let out a shaky sigh, chest rising and falling as you tried to steady yourself. 

“You’re really getting on my nerves.”

The familiar booming voice made your heart stop. The very voice you had been yearning to hear for months.

But something in her tone told you it wasn’t a threat – it felt more like a scold. At least that’s what you convinced yourself.

You stayed still, back still facing her.

“And what’s all this?” You felt her fingers tug at the hem of the fabric that was wrapping snugly around your waist. “Trying to seduce someone?” 

“And what if I am?” you shot back, finally gathering the courage to turn around and face her. 

“Stop playing around,” she shook her head, scoffing. “You topsiders really don’t listen.” 

The annoyed woman brushed past you as she headed to an alleyway – the narrow way that led to her hideout. 

Your feet moved before you could think, eager to follow.

“Stop.” Her stern voice cracked through the silence. 

“Wait—“

“You heard me,” She turned around, her frame towering over you like a shadow in the dimly lit alley. “Don’t make me say it again. Unless you want to get hurt.” 

“Sevika.”

She froze, her pupils flickering and her lips parting slightly.

Before you could say anything else, she dragged you by the wrist into a dead end – a hidden corner where no one could see. 

She shoved you back onto a nearby crate, but the moment you wobbled, nearly falling back, she was already there. Her arm hooked firmly around your waist, pulling you upright with effortless strength. Your heart skipped a beat, your fingers instinctively clung to her collar, bunching the fabric as you steadied yourself against her.  

Her face hovered close, the familiar scent of tobacco wrapping around you, filling your lungs like a guilty pleasure. 

“Smart.” 

Her grip tightened, pulling you close.

“Not afraid are you?” she purred, her voice low. One of her legs slid forward, setting firmly between your thighs. 

Fuck.

You could feel it.

The heat stirring low in your stomach, creeping downward. Would she notice?

“Why should I be?” you forced the words out. 

“Not even a little?” Sevika smirked, making sure you were balanced on the crate. Just when you thought she might pull away, her hand moved, wrapping around your throat. 

You kept your eyes on her, lips parted as you watched the violet glow that plastered her neck flicker to life once again. 

You didn’t claw at her arm. You didn’t fight. You just sat there, arms braced against the crate, letting your body surrender to her strong grip.

“You…” Sevika trailed off, her fingers pressing tighter like she was running some cruel experiment. A whimper slipped from your throat, the ache between your legs intensifying with every second.

“Pretty little thing…” She blurted out, her eyes roaming across your face like she was studying every detail for the first time. 

She shifted, pulling her leg away only to replace it with her mechanical arm. The weapon you once feared now toyed with you – its closed metal jaws grazing your inner thighs, making your body shiver. The edge accidentally hooked the hem of your skirt, tugging it upward and revealing just enough lace to catch her eye.

She caught your face in her real hand, her thumb caressing the side.  

“You know it’s dangerous to be down here.” 

“But I have you.” you whispered.

“You’re running into a trap you’ll never crawl out of.” Sevika’s thumb dragged lower, brushing your bottom lip, teasing its way inside.

Her half-lidded eyes tracked the soft, pink tip of your tongue as it brushed the pad of her thumb. 

“Are you trying to bribe me into giving you more information?" 

You immediately shook your head.

“You know you can’t fool me.” She growled, pulling her thumb free, leaving a thin string of saliva glistening on your chin. “What exactly are your intentions with me?” 

You swallowed, eyes locking with her anticipated expression. You opened your mouth once again, this time with your voice low and steady. 

“Let me show you.” 

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Well…it didn’t go as planned. 

Sevika let go of you, stepping back a few paces.

Fuck, did you offend her? 

“Go home,” she ordered – though her eyes lingered on your face before drifting down your body. Her real hand clenched into a fist, the tension in her jaw betraying whatever emotion she was trying to hide. 

Anger? Frustration? Lust?

No. Can’t be.

“No,” you sat up, your legs still apart.

“Whatever you’re trying – stop it.” Her voice sharpened but you didn’t flinch. 

“Then what was that for?” you shot back, referring to her earlier touch. 

She didn’t respond, her gaze locking on yours.

“Forget it.” 

You exhaled slowly, trying to make sense of what she was feeling… or what you were feeling. You leaned forward slightly, now crossing your legs. 

You waited another minute, your eyes never leaving hers before slowly standing and approaching her. 

“Don’t come any closer,” she warned, her lips curving downward into a frown.

You watched her mechanical arm rise, as if she were trying to scare you away – but you didn’t listen. You watched every subtle shift in her stance, every twitch in her expression. 

And then it hit you. 

That sudden, suffocating rush of realization.

What were you even doing this for?

You knew your emotions had taken the reins long ago, but you hadn’t realized just how far they had driven you. How recklessly you had let yourself be pulled in by her voice, her scent, her eyes. 

This was madness. 

You were playing with fire.

No. 

With death itself. 

But you had a priority. There was still so much information that needed to be uncovered – so many truths waiting to be dragged out of the shadows. 

“Change of heart?” 

Her voice snapped you back to your senses.

“I…” Your mind was still blurred. It was as if Sevika could sense you were struggling with the voices in your head as she set her mechanical arm down.

It was up to you now.

Stick to the plan or follow your heart.

But emotions had a way of overruling reason. Sometimes they collided with your main ambitions, pulling you in directions you never expected. 

So you went for it — tugging Sevika’s collar down before pressing your lips against hers.

Her soft, plump lips.

You wanted to drown in her presence at that very moment – the first and last drop of temptation she could offer you. 

You waited for her to push you away — but she didn’t.

You didn’t know what was going on – it felt as if the world stopped spinning. Your hand instinctively moved to the nape of her neck. Her soft, warm skin under your fingers made your heart skip a beat. Her other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. You let out a soft whimper, your lips dancing against hers as if you were meant for each other. 

You felt her warm tongue trail along your bottom lip — an invitation. And you accepted it, parting your lips and letting her take the lead. 

Fuck, was this a dream?

Whatever priority had been occupying your mind vanished completely. 

Because your priority now —

Was her tongue.

The way it skillfully roamed inside your mouth was as if it were trying to take in as much as possible. 

You pulled away for a moment with a gasp, catching your breath, your lips still slightly parted. You opened your eyes to see Sevika’s half-lidded eyes, her own lips mirroring yours. Your eyes drifted downward, drawn to the pink of her tongue peeking between her dark, plump lips.

You couldn’t help but go for more, this time darting your tongue inside as you savored the warm and wet sensation of her mouth. But she wasn’t about to let you take control so easily. Her lips sealed around your tongue, gentle sucking while her hand traveled from your waist up to your back. 

But the moment was suddenly interrupted by a commotion echoing through the dark alley – the sound of a group approaching. Your eyes snapped open and you pulled away, turning your head toward the noise. 

But Sevika didn’t care. 

She shoved you against a nearby wall, one of her legs sliding between yours, causing you to let out another gasp. Her knee pressed upward against your sweet spot that was still shielded by your laced fabric, lifting your feet off the ground. 

“Wait—“

“Shh…” She coaxed softly, burying her face into your shoulder before kissing your neck. You let out a satisfied moan, your hands gripping her shoulders. Her real hand slid to your jaw, urging you to tilt your head to the side and give her better access. She peppered you with wet kisses before sucking gently, letting her teeth graze your sensitive skin. 

Millions of thoughts raced through your mind.

Was she finally giving in? 

Was she feeling the same way you did? 

Was it right to keep going? Or were you stepping toward consequences you couldn’t undo?

You had to remind yourself exactly who you had your hands on. 

Sevika. 

She was not someone to surrender easily. 

Was this victory or a trap? 

You didn’t realize you were frozen in deep contemplation, silent enough that she pulled her head away. 

You blinked, looking up at her, your hands still holding onto hers. 

This is wrong. So wrong.

You didn’t even notice the commotion from earlier had already faded away. You looked down at your hands, now resting on her chest. You opened your mouth, desperate to voice your thoughts, but doubt gnawed at you, telling you it wouldn’t make a difference.

But you can't turn back now. 

For a moment, neither of you moved. 

“I know what you’re thinking,” she spoke up, her hand pressing firmly against your face, “Tell me.” 

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whispered, your fingers nervously fidgeting with her collar, your voice barely audible. 

She tilted her head slightly, leaning her ear closer to you so you could repeat what you had just said.

You took a deep breath, making sure your voice was loud and clear this time. 

“Do you want me to stop?” she kept her face closer to yours, her breath hot against your skin. 

You stayed silent for a long moment. 

You didn’t even know yourself what you wanted. 

“I don’t know,” you admitted softly. Your eyes drifted away, wandering aimlessly as your inner thoughts pulled you back once again.

Sevika looked away for a moment, pressing her lips together as if holding something back. 

“Follow me,” she stepped back before slipping her arm around your shoulder, making sure you were willing to walk with her. 

And you did.

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“I think we’re feeling the same way,” Sevika whispered, grabbing a nearby pillow to support your head. Her body loomed over you, knees sinking into the soft mattress as she hovered close. 

“Sevika–”

“I know it’s wrong.” She brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, her fingers lingering against your skin just a moment longer than necessary.

“But who would stop me?” She twisted her mechanical arm free, tossing it aside with a loud thud that vibrated through the ground. “Who can stop me?”

She sat up, balancing herself on her bed, her gaze fixated on you as she traced her fingers slowly from your leg to your inner thigh.

Your legs shuddered, your hands clutching tightly at the sheets as a rush of heat and tension coiled inside you. 

She placed her hand under your knee, lifting it up to reveal your lace underwear, visibly damp from the earlier encounter. 

A smirk tugged at her lips before her gaze lifted to meet yours. She lowered her head, pressing her lips softly to your ankle. 

You had to admit, the scene unfolding before you did stir a warm and wet sensation down your thighs. 

Sevika continued, her eyes never leaving yours as she stuck her tongue out, lowering her head to trace a path upward from your leg back to your ankle. 

You whimpered, the sensitivity making you want to pull your leg away, but her grip was too tight to let you. 

She slowly lowered your leg back down, shifting her body closer before reaching out to grasp the hem of your top. 

You surrendered, a shiver running through you as the cool air nipped at your heated skin. She impatiently lifted the fabric, exposing your bra. 

Your breath hitched as you watched her hand cup one of your breasts, as if its shape had been perfectly molded just for her. She watched in quiet awe, her hand gently massaging it, her eyes tracing the way it sank softly under her fingers. 

It was as if she couldn’t hold it in any longer as her lips quivered. Her index finger hooked onto the cup, involuntarily brushing against your nipple. You felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest. How could one single action strip away all control? 

“So pretty…” She murmured, her voice low as she ran the pad of her thumb against the hard peak. She propped herself over you with her single arm before pressing her lips to your breast while inhaling your alluring scent. 

“Sevika…” you whispered, your breath catching as you felt her hot tongue circling your nipple with precision.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, her mouth full with your breast. “Say it more.” 

You obeyed, her name slipping from your lips smoothly as if you were meant to say her name and only hers. 

She enveloped your nipple with her lips, sucking gently before giving it one final flick with her tongue. 

Her lips traced down to your stomach, planting soft lingering kisses.

Sevika didn’t wait any longer. She sat up again, tugging at your skirt before running her index finger slowly along the waistband of your damp underwear.

“Sevika, please…” you whimpered, bucking your hips upward, desperate for more.

Sevika licked her lips, her finger gliding slowly down to the wet patch. She hooked onto the thin fabric, pulling it aside to reveal your wet, swollen hole.

“Shit, you’re so…” Her mouth hung open as she watched it throb uncontrollably. 

She pushed your legs together before nudging them upward, tugging your underwear off before dropping it beside you. 

Sevika kept your legs together, placing her hand firmly against the back of your knees. 

“Hold.” she ordered, waiting for you to curl your legs and hug them with your arms into the position she wanted 

She slid her body down, settling comfortably on her stomach, as she stared hypnotically at the sweet sight in front of her.

You closed your eyes, your chest rising and falling with each breath, anticipation tightening in your core as you awaited her next move.

There was no turning back now. 

Whatever doubts you’d had earlier were thrown out the window the moment you felt her hot tongue slide up your folds. Your eyes couldn’t help but roll back in immense pleasure at just that single touch. Her tongue glided up and down before flicking rapidly against your swollen bud.

“Fuck–” you gasped, your legs already shuddering as you felt her suck on your stimulated clit. 

“Don’t move.” she mumbled against your hole, the vibration making you squirm in helplessness. 

She teased you further, running her tongue along your sticky folds before pushing it inside your throbbing hole, pulling a string of curses and moans from your lips. 

Her name echoed through the walls as she continued to devour you. You grinded your hips, trying to mimic her rhythm, your body aching and craving more.

“Don’t stop…” you muttered, your eyebrows furrowing as you felt your hole clenched tightly round her tongue. 

Sevika continued in a constant pattern, thrusting her tongue deeper inside you before shifting her attention to your hardening bud. 

Your muscles tensed as you felt the burning sensation swirled deep within your abdomen – ready to burst at any moment. You held your breath for a second, fully focusing on Sevika’s movement, feeling yourself clench even harder before surrendering to the pleasure, letting it consume you.

You let out a shattered moan, your hand reaching down to grip her head, pushing her closer without even realizing it. 

Your legs gave in, unable to stay in place as you felt the familiar tongue lap up the warm liquid spilling out of you.

You were hers now. 

Trap or not, you were willing to run headfirst into it – into everything she could offer you.

You no longer cared about her status, no longer cared about the danger you were going to face. 

You were ready to risk everything for it – your safety, your control, even the last shreds of your reason.