Chapters tagged chastity

by Levantin

Chapter 29

The soft click of the bedroom door snapped Vanessa out of her daze for a fraction of a second, but her gaze remained burned onto my crotch. The shame choked the air from my lungs so ruthlessly that I couldn't even blink. “What’s going on here?” Loona’s voice rang out. She strol...

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Chapter 30

Three days. Three damn nights where every careless turn in my sleep woke me to the unyielding chill of metal. At first, it had been sheer horror: my body's morning reflexes ended every time in a dull, agonizing throb, as the edges of the cage mercilessly choked off the slightest...

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Chapter 33

Wednesday morning began with the same leaden weight in the pit of my stomach that had accompanied me all week. Every step down the school hallway was a high-wire act. The resin cage sat firmly, but the thought that a single careless movement could give away the rigid contour ben...

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Chapter 34

The flicker of the laptop screen burned my eyes as the clock in the bottom right corner clicked over to 3:30 AM. The source analysis on the Weimar Republic stretched across five pages; the sixth was filling agonizingly slow. My neck was stiff as a board, my head pounded, and my...

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Chapter 35

The seventh period dragged on like thick tar. I sat in the second-to-last row of the stuffy classroom, staring blankly at the chalkboard where Mr. Lindner was jotting down formulas for the basic physics course. Not a single word actually registered. The exhaustion from a sleeple...

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Chapter 41

Sunday dragged on like thick tar. I had sat hunched over the books late into the night, eyes burning, fingers cramping from the handwritten drafts. Every shift on the desk chair had been a petty : the freshly relocked resin cage chafed unyieldingly against my irritated, hy...

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Chapter 42

The heavy wooden door of the restroom stall in the old wing swung shut with a hollow echo. I slid the rusted latch across, leaned my back against the cool tiles, and let out a deep breath for the first time in two hours. Outside from the urinals drifted the sharp scent of bleach...

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Chapter 45

Sunday had granted me a surprising reprieve. Loona wasn't a monster—at least that was what she called it, a mocking curve playing on her lips as she unlocked my padlock on Sunday afternoon. After the ordeal of the club night and days of mounting pressure, she had driven me to the...

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Chapter 46

The steady hum of the MacBook resting across my knees was the only sound cutting through the dim room. I sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, my back braced against the base of the bed. Above me on the mattress lay Loona, wearing silk shorts and a cropped tank top, legs bent as...

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Chapter 47

Two weeks had slipped by, during which the noose around my daily life tightened with surgical precision. The daily runs tracked by the glowing ring of my Apple Watch, the meticulously weighed portions of food, and the relentless clamp of the resin cage had hardened into a fixed,...

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Chapter 49

The scent of roasted garlic and fresh rosemary drifted through the kitchen, punctuated by the steady, rhythmic chop of my knife against the wooden board. The cutting board sat at a meticulous right angle to the kitchen island's edge, positioned just as Loona wanted it. "Thinner,...

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Chapter 50

The doorbell on Friday afternoon rang differently than it had yesterday with Nadja—more hesitant, almost nervous. Loona, already curled up on the sofa with her legs crossed and an iced coffee in hand, didn't even glance up from her tablet. “Answer it, John. And mind your posture...

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Chapter 52

The morning felt like surfacing from deep anesthesia. The dull weight between my legs, cold resin against skin, and the faint hum of the Apple Watch on my wrist pulled me back into reality with merciless clarity. Every thought of resistance was extinguished. All that remained was...

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Chapter 53

The walk to school felt like walking the steps to a scaffold. With every stride, the resin cage pressed mercilessly against my flesh, and the Apple Watch burned against my wrist like a silent, pulsing sensor wired straight into Loona’s palm. I had yielded. The humiliation before...

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Chapter 55

The document was done. On the desk lay the freshly printed stack of Emma’s geography assignment—neatly structured, typed, tucked into a clean plastic sleeve. I had spent three hours hunched over it, the resin cage chafing with every shift on the office chair. It was just before...

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Chapter 57

Saturday afternoon washed over the penthouse in deceptively warm autumn light, yet a suffocating silence hung throughout the sprawling rooms. My father had left for a weekend conference in Frankfurt, and his wife was out for the day catching up with friends. The apartment belonge...

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Chapter 58

Outside, a damp, biting late afternoon pressed against the tall, old-fashioned windows of the Berlin apartment. My schedule had long ceased to be an ordinary routine; it was a seamless corset. Every day forged from the exact same chain: absorbing the demands at the kiosk in the m...

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Chapter 62

The muffled drone of the intercom shattered the heavy silence shortly past four. My heart skipped a full beat before pounding furiously against my ribs. Loona was already lounging on the cream sectional in the living room, legs crossed loosely, a cup of tea balanced in her hands...

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Chapter 65

The small café near the university campus sat nestled in the dappled shade of mature chestnut trees. Outside on the terrace, glasses clinked; inside, muted jazz played over the speakers. Tucked away in a secluded corner booth of deep crimson velvet sat Loona, her fingers curled a...

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Chapter 67

The cordless drill sat heavy in my grip, the high-pitched whine of the motor echoing off the bare walls. The white plastic casing of the first camera was anchored firmly above the frame of the hallway door. Sweat traced down from my temples, gathering along the lower rims of my...