A catboy, no more than a few inches over five feet, was playing with the claw machine. His small, delicate hands worked the joystick with a practiced ease, and his feline ears twitched with excitement every time the claw came close to snatching a prize. He was innocent, adorable, and completely unaware of my presence.
I felt a thrill of power as I watched him. I was bigger, stronger, and older than him. He was at my mercy, and he didn't even know it. I couldn't resist the urge to approach him. My boots made a satisfying clack against the linoleum floor as I walked towards him.
He looked up at me with wide, fearful eyes as I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him roughly to his feet. "You're mine now, kitten," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.
He tried to fight back, but it was no use. I easily overpowered him, my punches and kicks leaving him breathless and begging for mercy. The heat between my legs grew with every blow, the sound of his cries and screams only turning me on more.
I decided to take it up a notch, wrapping my hands around his throat and cutting off his air supply. His face turned a satisfying shade of purple as he struggled against me, his nails clawing at my arms in a futile attempt to break free.
I released him, laughing as he gasped for air. I pushed him to the ground, straddling his face as I sat on him. The crunching noises as I pressed down were music to my ears, and I could feel his breaths becoming shallower and shallower.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear. "Such a shame to waste such a pretty face," I whispered. And with that, I cut off his air supply completely, watching with satisfaction as his eyes rolled back in his head and he went limp beneath me.
I stood up, brushing off my hands. The catboy lay motionless on the ground, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. I had won. I had claimed him as my own.
I turned to leave, but not before giving him one last look. "See you around, kitten," I said, a cruel smile playing on my lips.
He didn't respond, but I didn't expect him to. He was mine now, and he would do as I commanded.
I walked away, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. I couldn't wait to see what other games we would play together.
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