The backroom of the underground club reeked of desperation and bad decisions. A flickering neon sign outside the cracked window cast a sickly green glow across the grimy walls, barely illuminating the chaos of discarded bottles and cigarette butts littering the floor. The bass from the dance floor beyond the walls thrummed like a heartbeat, vibrating through the air, thick with the musk of sweat and cheap cologne. Maddy, or Méd as his friends called him, leaned against a rusted metal table, his breath uneven, his dark hair sticking to his forehead. He’d been dodging her all night, weaving through the crowd, pretending he didn’t feel her eyes burning into him. But there was no escaping Kangel. Not here. Not ever.
The door creaked open with a slow, deliberate groan, and there she was. Kangel. Her silhouette filled the doorway, all sharp edges and predatory grace. Her leather jacket clung to her like a second skin, the studs glinting in the dim light, and her boots clicked against the concrete floor with the authority of a general marching into battle. Her crimson lips curled into a devilish smirk as her piercing green eyes locked onto him, pinning him in place like a moth under glass.
“Well, well, Méd,” she purred, her voice low and laced with mockery as she shut the door behind her with a flick of her wrist. “Thought you could run from me all night, huh? Cute. Really fucking cute.”
Maddy straightened, his jaw tightening as he tried to summon some semblance of defiance. “I wasn’t running, Kangel. I was... busy.”
“Busy?” She laughed, a sharp, cutting sound that sliced through the humid air. She took a step closer, her presence suffocating, her gaze raking over him like she was already peeling back his layers. “You’ve been scurrying around like a little mouse, avoiding me. But guess what, sweetheart? The cat’s caught up. And she’s fucking hungry.”
He swallowed hard, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “I’m not your damn prey, Kangel. Find someone else to toy with.”
“Oh, but you are,” she shot back, her smirk widening as she closed the distance between them in two long strides. Before he could react, her hand shot out, fingers tangling in his hair with a grip that was both painful and electrifying. She yanked his head back, forcing him to meet her gaze, her face inches from his. “Look at you, all tough and mouthy. But I can see it in your eyes, Méd. You’re already halfway to begging.”
His breath hitched, a flush creeping up his neck as he struggled to keep his composure. “Get your hands off me,” he growled, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him.
Kangel’s grin turned feral. “Make me,” she challenged, her grip tightening just enough to make him wince. “Oh, wait—you can’t. Because deep down, you don’t want to. Do you, pretty boy? You like this. You like me dragging you down to your knees.”
“Fuck you,” he spat, but the words lacked conviction, and she knew it. His body was already leaning into her pull, his defiance crumbling under the weight of her command.
“Careful now,” she teased, her free hand trailing down his chest, her nails scraping lightly over the thin fabric of his shirt. “Keep talking like that, and I might just take you up on the offer. But not yet. First, we’re gonna play my game. And my game? It’s called ‘Kneel and Obey.’ Guess what your role is.”
Maddy’s eyes narrowed, his chest heaving as he tried to pull away, but her grip on his hair held him fast. “I’m not your damn dog, Kangel.”
“Oh, but you will be,” she said, her voice dripping with dark amusement. She tugged harder, forcing him down until his knees hit the cold, dirty floor with a dull thud. The impact sent a jolt through him, and he bit back a curse as she loomed over him, her shadow swallowing him whole. “There we go. Look at that. You’re a natural. Should’ve known you’d fold so easy.”
Humiliation burned through him, hot and bitter, but there was something else there too—something he couldn’t name, something that kept him from shoving her away. His hands clenched into fists on his thighs, his gaze locked on the scuffed toes of her boots as he fought the urge to look up at her smug face.
“Aw, don’t be shy now,” Kangel cooed, crouching down just enough to tilt his chin up with a single finger, forcing him to meet her eyes. “You’re blushing, Méd. It’s adorable. Makes me wanna break you even more.”
“You’re a fucking psycho,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, but the heat in his cheeks only deepened under her scrutiny.
“And you’re a fucking liar,” she fired back, her thumb brushing over his jaw with a mocking tenderness. “You can curse me out all you want, but your body’s singing a different tune. Look at you, trembling under my touch. Pathetic. But oh-so-pretty.”
He jerked his head away, or tried to, but her grip on his chin tightened, holding him in place. “Let me go, Kangel. I’m not doing this.”
“Oh, you’re doing this,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You don’t get to walk away until I say so. And right now? I’m having way too much fun watching you squirm.” She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Tell me, Méd. How does it feel to be so completely, utterly out of control? Bet it’s eating you alive, isn’t it?”
His jaw clenched, his hands twitching as if debating whether to push her away or pull her closer. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Damn right I am,” she laughed, the sound echoing off the grimy walls as she straightened up, towering over him once more. “And I’m just getting started. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be thanking me for every second of this. You’ll be begging for more. Won’t you, pet?”
The word hit him like a slap, and his eyes flashed with a mix of anger and something darker, something that made his pulse race. “Don’t call me that.”
“I’ll call you whatever I damn well please,” she said, her smirk never wavering as she crossed her arms, looking down at him like a queen surveying her conquest. “And you’ll take it. Because that’s what you do, Méd. You take it. And you love it.”
His silence was deafening, the air between them crackling with tension as his resistance crumbled under the weight of her words. She was right, and they both knew it. He hated her for it. He hated himself more.
Kangel’s laughter filled the room again, sharp and triumphant, as she stepped back, giving him just enough space to breathe—but not enough to escape. “That’s what I thought,” she said, her voice a velvet blade. “Stick around, pretty boy. We’ve got a long night ahead, and I’m nowhere near done with you.”
As her boots clicked against the floor, pacing a slow circle around him, Maddy stayed on his knees, his breath ragged, his mind a storm of defiance and surrender. He was caught in her web now, and Kangel knew it. She reveled in it. And as her shadow fell over him once more, he knew there was no turning back.
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