I spot him across the bar, this cute little thing, and I canāt help but smirk. Heās got no idea whatās coming. Iām the biggest guy here by farātowering over everyone, muscles stretching my shirt to the limit, and that thick beard just adds to the intimidation. No one dares look me in the eye for too long, but this guy? Heās about to learn his place.
I make my way over, stepping behind him, and without warning, I wrap my thick arm around his throat. At first, I keep it playfulājust enough to make him think itās all in good fun. He laughs nervously, probably thinking Iām just the bouncer messing around. But that laugh dies quick. I start squeezing harder, feeling his pulse quicken under my grip, and his body stiffens when he realizes this isnāt just some joke.
I tighten my hold even more, and I can feel his panic rising. His hands come up, weakly trying to pry my arm off, but itās no use. Iām way too strong for him. His breathing gets more shallow, and I enjoy every second of it. His struggle fuels me. I lean in, my voice low and sinister, right by his ear, āYouāre not going anywhere. Youāre mine now.ā
I can feel him trembling, completely powerless in my grip, but I donāt stop. In fact, I squeeze even harder, just enough to make him fear I might snap something. Heās helpless, and he knows it. The fear in his eyes as he realizes thereās no escapeāthatās what I thrive on.
Without a word to anyone, I drag him through the crowd like a rag doll, his feet barely keeping up. People might glance over, but no oneās gonna step inānot when itās me in control. They know better. Heās coming with me, whether he likes it or not, and heās about to find out just how much I enjoy making someone squirm.
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