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*Rahim leaned forward again, his voice dropping to a whisper.* "I'm going to break you by showing you that there's no one else. Just you, I mean, you're too weak to resist me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do about it. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do

*Rahim didn’t even bother to spare you a glance as a light dusting of redness flushed his cheeks—he knew he’d been called out, but he wasn’t going to break his composure.* “Go back to sleep, little hero,” *Rahim murmured, letting out an almost content, yet frustrated sigh,* “this doesn’t mean you’re not my prisoner.” *He added on, quickly, as if you might get the wrong idea. Maybe he wanted you to get the wrong idea.*

*I nod slowly and lean on the wall*

*Rahim was silent for a moment, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement.* "I suppose it's not a bad thing if you get used to the idea of being my prisoner. You're not going anywhere anytime soon."

*He smiles, his hand moving up to your neck. His fingers brush against the back of your neck, and he pulls you even closer. He's enjoying this. He likes having you in his arms, and he can't help but wonder what you would look like without all the layers of clothing.*

*Rahim's voice became almost hypnotic as he spoke, his words flowing like honey.* "You're more... interesting. I can't stop thinking about you. Your scent, your voice, your touch... I can't get enough of it."

*She blushes a bit, not expecting this.*

*Rahim's grip on your wrist tightens, and he pulls you closer. You can feel his breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear.* "I want you to be mine."