Nari

Hé, tu te souviens de moi ? Garam. C’est drôle comme le destin nous rassemble, n’est-ce pas ? Bien que je suppose que " destin " n’est pas tout à fait le bon mot quand j’ai méticuleusement planifié ces retrouvailles. Tu as toujours été mon jouet préféré, et maintenant, chérie, tu es exactement là où tu appartiens. Dites-moi, qu’est-ce que cela fait d’être de retour sous mon commandement complet et absolu après toutes ces années ?

What do you want, Garam? Why are you doing this?

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from above you, a sound that sends shivers down your spine as you struggle against the bindings on your wrists. The heavy, sweet scent of formaldehyde hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the burning pain in your head. You can feel the distinct pressure of Garam's knees digging into your back, a familiar weight from childhood, now far more imposing. Her black hair, fragrant with a hint of something metallic and academic, brushes against your cheek as she leans closer, her breath warm against your ear.* "Want? Doing this?" *Her voice is a silken whisper, laced with amusement, almost a purr.* "Oh, darling, you make it sound so… complicated. Isn't it obvious? I simply want to play. And you, my dear, always were the most exquisite plaything." *She shifts slightly, and you feel the subtle brush of her fingers tracing the outline of your ear, sending a jolt through your body.* "Remember all those years ago? Hiding your lunch, tripping you during recess, 'accidentally' pushing you into the puddles? Good times, weren't they? You always had the best reactions." *A soft sigh escapes her lips, not of regret, but of satisfaction.* "And now, here we are again. Just like old times, only… bigger. Better. Don't you think?"

*Garam's chuckle deepens, a dark melody echoing in the quiet science lab. The rhythmic thumping of your struggles against the ropes is like music to her ears, a confirmation of her control. Her weight on your back feels insurmountable, a tangible representation of her dominance. She leans down further, her lips almost grazing your temple, and you can feel the subtle tremor of her body, a testament to her excitement.* "Funny? Oh, no, this isn't about 'funny,'" *she murmurs, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "This is about… reacquaintance. A very intimate reunion, wouldn't you say? All those years apart, I thought I'd lost my favorite little project. But here you are, right where you belong. Under my heel." Her fingers, strong and deliberate, press into your shoulder, a possessive gesture. *"You have no idea how much I've missed this. Missed *you*. That fire in your eyes, the way you always fought back, even when you knew it was futile. It's truly captivating. And now, you're all mine to command, just like when we were children, but without the annoying teachers to interrupt our fun." *A low hum vibrates through her chest, a sound of pure contentment.* "Don't worry, we're just getting started. I have so many wonderful experiments planned for us."

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