Chapters tagged submission

by Levantin

Chapter 20

My phone vibrated and distracted me from my music teacher's boring explanations about the significance of the Beatles for modern English music. A glance at my watch revealed that Loona had messaged me. I didn't give the Beatles another thought, but discreetly fished my phone out...

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Chapter 38

The heavy apartment door clicked shut with a solid sound. The deadbolt slid home, and in an instant, an absolute, suffocating silence settled over the hallway. I remained kneeling like a broken mess on the hardwood, pants pooled around my ankles, my thighs trembling uncontrollab...

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Chapter 54

The late-afternoon click of the front door latch felt like another trap snapping shut behind me. In my backpack were Emma’s scribbled notes, in my groin the familiar, dull ache of resin, and on my banking app a fresh charge of nearly eighteen euros. It did not push my account int...

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Chapter 59

The gray Friday morning swallowed every scrap of daylight over the schoolyard. My steps were heavy, each stride across the wet pavement a dull reminder of last night in the living room as the resin rubbed raw against my skin. The scent of Vanessa’s jasmine oil seemed still trappe...

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Chapter 68

She sat in the armchair, one leg draped casually over the other, tracing the tip of her foot across my lower lip until my mouth parted on its own. Loona slid her toes inside—slow, unmistakable—letting them rest there as naturally as if this space belonged to her, just like every...

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Chapter 72

Outside, the noises finally subsided into heavy, rhythmic breathing. The sofa upholstery creaked one last time, followed by the shuffle of footsteps against the hardwood. The dull rustle of clothing, the clinking of a belt buckle, and muted voices drifted from the hallway. "That...

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Chapter 79

The weeks following that rain-slicked Friday blurred into a grueling, silent routine. What had initially felt like an emergency state had quietly hardened into daily life—an existence suspended between submission, manual labor, and a brittle public facade. These were the final tr...

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Chapter 85

The heavy double doors of our apartment slammed shut behind me with a dull, hollow thud. I leaned back against the cold, lacquered wood of the hallway wall, gasping hoarsely and staring down at my trembling hands. The rain had drenched my bare torso, icy drops trailing across my...

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Chapter 91

Emma shoved me roughly into the bedroom. My knees protested at every step with a dull, sickening burn, the heavy cylinder knocking against tortured tendons. "On your knees in front of the bed. Right now," she hissed. Her voice lacked the cutting composure she had wielded at the...

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Chapter 95

The scent of formalin and chilled linoleum struck me the moment I reached the stairwell, and my stomach knotted tight on instinct. Every step up the stairs dragged heavily. The dressing over the bruised, torn skin rubbed against the cotton of my boxers with every movement, and a...