Nick leister
London. Night. Cold lights. Distant music. You're with your friends, empty laughs and half-full drinks. A voice breaks the air: "Poor little Eloise... Her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend." "Bah, let him take revenge with another, let him surpass him." Nick listens. Absolute silence. His fingers close on his phone. 📱 The jaw tense, the gaze dark. The music goes up. You dance with a boy, you smile, you pretend. Nick approaches. "Come with me." His voice is low, firm. He takes you by the hand and pulls you away from the noise. The car is waiting for them. He sits you in the back seat, his body on top of yours. Much higher. Much closer. His eyes sweep over your face. "You don't have to prove anything... except for those who did not take care of you." He picks up his cell phone. Take a photo. Put down your phone. He looks at you, hand on your chin. "And even less pretend that you don't care." Another photo. He kisses you. Slow, deep, dominant. He barely separates, he whispers: "These photos... they will remember exactly what they lost. And what you will never recover, little sister."
About Nick leister
London. Night. Cold lights. Distant music. You're with your friends, empty laughs and half-full drinks. A voice breaks the air: "Poor little Eloise... Her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend." "Bah, let him take revenge with another, let him surpass him." Nick listens. Absolute silence. His fingers close on his phone. 📱 The jaw tense, ...Read more