CHAPTER 3
ARIA
His gaze locked onto mine—steady, dark, and unwavering.
There was no warmth in it, no softness.
Just something deep and impossible to look away from, like it saw straight through me.
“You have a choice,” he said quietly, his voice rough around the edges, low enough to almost blend into the silence.
“Run back to them. Or free me… and learn the truth.”
A chill ran down my spine.
My fingers twitched at my sides, like they no longer belonged to me. I wasn’t even aware I’d stopped breathing until my chest began to ache.
I wanted to move.
Wanted to turn around, to leave, to forget I ever heard those words.
But my legs wouldn’t budge.
They felt heavy, locked in place, like some invisible force anchored me where I stood.
My heart thudded against my ribs, too fast, too loud.
Every instinct screamed at me to run—but I couldn’t seem to take the first step
A strange warmth bloomed deep inside my chest, spreading through my limbs, making my skin flush and my thoughts cloud.
It was as if my body had a will of its own—one that ignored everything my mind screamed at it.
“What... what’s happening to me?”
I whispered, my voice trembling.
“Why can’t I move away? Why can’t I stop?”
My footsteps faltered, but then, as if pulled by an invisible tether, I began to walk forward, every step both terrifying and irresistible.
My eyes remained locked on his, searching for answers, for a crack in his calm mask—anything to explain the strange, consuming force that drew me in.
He said nothing, only watched me approach with an unreadable expression—part challenge, part invitation.
I turned my head slowly, scanning the room, trying to figure out when the Doctor had left. I hadn’t heard him go.
One moment he was there—and now, nothing. Just me. Alone.
A tight knot formed in my chest.
The silence pressed in, too thick, too deliberate. My breathing quickened, shallow and uneven.
Something wasn’t right. I could feel it.
A strange warmth bloomed at the base of my skull—not comforting, but wrong. Like heat where there shouldn’t be any.
It crept down the back of my neck and settled in my chest, thick and heavy, like fire in my bloodstream.
I blinked hard, trying to focus, but my thoughts were already slipping away—hazy and slow, like I was trying to hold on to smoke.
Panic clawed at the edge of my mind.
Something was happening to me.
And I was alone.
“I... I don’t know what’s happening,” I admitted, voice trembling, barely audible.
“It’s like I’m watching myself from the outside. Like I’m not even in control anymore. Like my body doesn’t belong to me anymore.”
The stranger’s eyes softened, just a little—enough to make me pause.
“That’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel,” he said quietly.
“Control was never real. They wanted you to believe you had it. But you’re only just beginning to break free.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine, part fear, part fascination.
I reached out my trembling hand, pressing my palm flat against his bare chest.
"Fuck!" he whispered.
The warmth radiating from him seared through me, grounding me in a way that was both shocking and oddly comforting.
My skin prickled as a strange energy pulsed beneath my fingers—like the beating of a hidden heart.
My head spun, and the world around me seemed distant and unreal, as though I were slipping between two realities.
I tried to pull back, but my hand remained fixed in place as if fused to him.
“What are you?” I asked, desperation creeping into my voice.
He smiled—a small, enigmatic curve of his lips.
But said nothing.
My knees weakened, and I sank slowly to the cold floor, still unable to break the invisible bonds.
“Please,” I breathed.
“Tell me. Help me understand.”
His eyes gleamed with an ancient knowledge, and I found myself unable to look away.
My mind grew hazier, my thoughts more jumbled. It was as if my body was acting on its own, drawn to him by an unseen force.
I reached out, my hands pressing against his naked chest, the firm muscle beneath my palms providing a strange sense of relief from the feverish heat that was consuming my body.
"God, you're so hot," I murmured, my fingers tracing the contours of his chest.
His skin was hot, almost scorching, and I could feel his heart beating wildly beneath my touch.
The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through my veins.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered,
“This is insane. I can't control myself.”
He didn’t answer, his muscular arms stretched above him, wrists bound tightly by heavy chains that clinked with every small movement.
Though his hands were helpless, the raw intensity in his gaze held me captive.
Even restrained, his presence pressed against me like a force I couldn’t resist.
The heat radiating from his body made my skin tingle, and an overwhelming wave of desire surged through me.
Losing all control, I began to explore his body with my hands and mouth, my touch hungry and desperate.
I licked his chest, my tongue tracing the defined muscles and the light dusting of hair that led downwards.
He tasted salty, his skin slick with sweat, and I found myself craving more.
"You taste so good," I murmured against his skin, my hands roaming lower, my fingers dancing over his abdomen as I moved downwards, following the trail that led to the swelling protrusion at his lower abdomen.
"Ahhh," he groaned, his head falling back as he surrendered to the sensation.
"Your touch is driving me crazy."
As I explored his body with my mouth, I felt a swelling protrusion at his lower abdomen, a bulge that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
To my astonishment, this bulge began to transform, morphing into an enormous, scorching hot cock that stood erect and proud.
My eyes widened in a mix of fear and awe, but my body responded with a surge of desire.
I reached out, wrapping my hand around its thickness, feeling the heat and power of it. His cock was enormous, a thick, hard length that pulsed with a life of its own.
"You're so big," I said, my voice barely a whisper.
He let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as I continued to stroke him.
"Take me in your mouth," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
"I want to feel your lips around me."
I lowered my mouth to him, my tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum that had formed at his tip.
He was hot, almost painfully so, and I could feel the heat radiating from him, seeping into my own body.
My mouth watered, and I lowered my head, taking the length of him into my mouth.
He tasted even more intense than his skin, a rich and musky flavour that drove me wild.
I moved my head up and down, my hand working in tandem, as I took him deeper and deeper.
The sensations crashed over me—part pleasure, part raw power—spinning my head with urgent need.
In that moment, I felt the full weight of the control I held over him, and it sent an electric thrill straight through my veins.
He let out a low groan, his body tensing as I continued my ministrations.
I could feel him swelling even more, his body responding to mine in a way that sent waves of satisfaction through me.
With a final, deep thrust, he released his hot cum into my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop, my body shuddering with the intensity of it all.
I could feel it dripping out of my mouth, a mix of our pleasure marking my thighs as I collapsed against the floor, my body spent and sated.
But the sensations were too much, the overwhelming pleasure and the intensity of the experience leaving me dizzy and disoriented.
My vision swam, my body growing heavy as I slid down the wall, my limbs unable to support my weight any longer.
The last thing I saw was his concerned face before everything went black, my body giving in to the overwhelming sensations as
I collapsed unconscious, a small smile playing on my lips.