CHAPTER 4
His eyes bored into hers, dark and unyielding, holding her captive like a spell she couldn’t break.
“You have a choice,” he said, his voice low, resonant—like the rumble of distant thunder.
“Run back to them. Or free me. And learn the truth.”
Her fingers twitched involuntarily, like puppets moved by unseen strings.
Aria’s breath hitched. Her heart hammered wildly, pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
She tried to step back, to break the magnetic hold, but her legs refused to obey.
A strange warmth bloomed deep inside her chest, spreading through her limbs, making her skin flush and her thoughts cloud. It was as if her body had a will of its own—one that ignored everything her mind screamed at it.
“What... what’s happening to me?” she whispered, voice trembling.
“Why can’t I move away? Why can’t I stop?”
Her footsteps faltered, but then, as if pulled by an invisible tether, she began to walk forward, every step both terrifying and irresistible.
Her eyes remained locked on his, searching for answers, for a crack in his calm mask—anything to explain the strange, consuming force that drew her in.
He said nothing, only watched her approach with an unreadable expression—part challenge, part invitation.
She turned her head, her eyes scanning the perimeter, wondering when the Doctor had slipped away, leaving her alone in this eerie chamber.
Her breath came faster, and an unsettling heat burned at the base of her skull, swirling down her neck and settling like liquid fire in her veins.
Her mind felt fogged, each thought slipping through her grasp like smoke.
“I... I can’t control this,” she confessed, voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s like my body doesn’t belong to me anymore.”
The stranger’s gaze softened just a fraction.
“Good,” he said.
“Because control is the illusion they gave you. You were never meant to be free until now.”
The words sent a shiver through her, part fear, part fascination.
She reached out her trembling hand, pressing her palm flat against his bare chest.
"Fuck!" He whispered.
The warmth radiating from him seared through her, grounding her in a way that was both shocking and oddly comforting.
Her skin prickled as a strange energy pulsed beneath her fingers—like the beating of a hidden heart.
Aria’s head spun.
The world around her seemed distant and unreal, as though she were slipping between two realities.
She tried to pull back, but her hand remained fixed in place as if fused to him.
“What are you?” she asked, desperation creeping into her voice.
He smiled—a small, enigmatic curve of his lips.
But said nothing.
Her knees weakened, and she sank slowly to the cold floor, still unable to break the invisible bonds.
“Please,” she breathed.
“Tell me. Help me understand.”
The stranger’s eyes gleamed with an ancient knowledge.
His eyes were dark, almost hypnotic, and she found herself unable to look away.
Her mind grew hazier, her thoughts more jumbled.
It was as if her body was acting on its own, drawn to him by an unseen force.
She reached out, her hands pressing against his naked chest, the firm muscle beneath her palms providing a strange sense of relief from the feverish heat that was consuming her body.
"God, you're so hot," she murmured, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest.
"What's happening to me?"
His skin was hot, almost scorching, and she could feel his heart beating wildly beneath her touch.
The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through her veins.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she 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 her captive.
Even restrained, his presence pressed against her like a force she couldn’t resist.
The heat radiating from his body made her skin tingle, and an overwhelming wave of desire surged through her.
Losing all control, she began to explore his body with her hands and mouth, her touch hungry and desperate.
She licked his chest, her tongue tracing the defined muscles and the light dusting of hair that led downwards.
He tasted salty, his skin slick with sweat, and she found herself craving more.
"You taste so good," she murmured against his skin, her hands roaming lower, her fingers dancing over his abdomen as she 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 she explored his body with her mouth, she felt a swelling protrusion at his lower abdomen, a bulge that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
To her astonishment, this bulge began to transform, morphing into an enormous, scorching hot cock that stood erect and proud. Her eyes widened in a mix of fear and awe, but her body responded with a surge of desire.
She reached out, wrapping her 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," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
He let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly as she continued to stroke him.
"Take me in your mouth," he commanded his voice a low growl.
"I want to feel your lips around me."
She lowered her mouth to him, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum that had formed at his tip.
He was hot, almost painfully so, and she could feel the heat radiating from him, seeping into her own body.
Her mouth watered, and she lowered her head, taking the length of him into her mouth.
He tasted even more intense than his skin, a rich and musky flavour that drove her wild.
She moved her head up and down, her hand working in tandem, as she took him deeper and deeper.
She could feel the power she held, the control she had over him at that moment, and it sent a thrill through her.
He let out a low groan, his body tensing as she continued her ministrations. She could feel him swelling even more, his body responding to hers in a way that sent waves of satisfaction through her.
He tasted even more intense than his skin, a rich and musky flavour that drove her wild.
She moved her head up and down, her hand working in tandem, as she took him deeper and deeper.
The sensations were overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and power that left her dizzy with need.
"Deeper!" He hissed
She complied, taking him into her mouth, her head bobbing as she sucked and licked, her hand still wrapped around the base of his shaft.
"Your mouth is incredible."
Aria could feel her own body responding, her nipples hardening and her pussy throbbing with need.
She was soaked, her thighs slick with her own arousal as she continued to pleasure him.
His cock was like a brand, searing her mouth and throat, marking her as his.
"That's it," he groaned. "Just like that."
She could feel his hips bucking, his body begging for more as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size.
The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, his groans and her muffled moans creating a symphony of desire.
He let out a low groan, his body tensing as she continued her ministrations. She could feel him swelling even more, his body responding to hers in a way that sent waves of satisfaction through her.
With a final, deep thrust, he released his hot cum into her mouth, and she swallowed every last drop, her body shuddering with the intensity of it all.
She could feel it dripping out of her mouth, a mix of their pleasure marking her thighs as she collapsed against the wall, her body spent and sated.
But the sensations were too much, the overwhelming pleasure and the intensity of the experience leaving her dizzy and disoriented.
Her vision swam, her body growing heavy as she slid down the wall, her limbs unable to support her weight any longer.
The last thing she saw was his concerned face before everything went black, her body giving in to the overwhelming sensations as she collapsed unconscious, a small smile playing on her lips.