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Chapter 3 by adat adat

What's next?

The entity reveals herself

The room's temperature plummets, sending a shiver down your spine as the lights flicker ominously. Only in the moments of darkness can you see her – the woman from the train, holding your gold chain with an unsettling smile on her lips. The chain grows colder in her grasp, making your nipples tighten in response. You start to scream, but she holds a finger up to her lips and the sound dies in your throat. You can't speak. She's silenced you somehow.

She steps backward, leading you to the bed by the taut chain. To your further horror, she passes through the bed, confirming her incorporeal nature. You're **** to follow, crawling onto the bed to relieve the chain's pressure on your tender breasts. She brings the chain down to the bed sheets and releases it, but taps it twice. You find yourself unable to move it from where it rests. Your tortured breasts only have a few inches of slack, trapping you on your hands and knees, tits down and ass up, completely at the mercy of this malevolent entity.

She walks leisurely past you, through the bed, her fingers tracing possessively through your hair and down your bare back. You struggle against the chain's grip, but it refuses to let you go. Panic rising, you try to demand to know what she wants, but your vocal chords remain frozen. Ignoring your struggles, she moves closer, positioning herself behind you. With a sense of dread knotting in your stomach, you feel powerless to resist as she removes your sweatpants, leaving you exposed and ****.

You try to resist as she parts your thighs, but her strength is unnatural, your violation inevitable. Your heart races with fear and discomfort as she reaches between your legs, her touch intimate and invasive. You flinch as she rips your panties off with practiced ease. Panic grips you as she parts your lips with her fingers, stroking you with intimate familiarity and leaving you feeling exposed and ****.

Despite your resistance and fear, your body is responding to the attention. The touch of her hands against your skin sends waves of pleasure radiating through you, confusing your lingering thoughts of resistance or fear. Lost in the intensity of the moment, you surrender to the overwhelming pleasure building within you, until finally, you erupt in her hands, consumed by the release of pent-up tension and sensation. As waves of ecstasy wash over you, you're left breathless and trembling, caught in the grip of a pleasure you never imagined could come from such a terrifying encounter.

Is she done with Jasmine?

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