Chapter Seven: Obsession and Control
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Crow stood before the large, fortified building that housed his prisoners—heroes, civilians, and anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the web of chaos he'd woven. The walls around him buzzed with the anticipation of a new plan, a plan to break the prisoners out and show the world what real power looked like. His mind was already calculating the best route, assessing every guard, every security detail with cold, precise logic. But even as his thoughts swirled with ideas of chaos, one thing gnawed at him.
Mirko.
She was standing a few steps behind him, her arms folded across her chest, her eyes glued to him. Despite his calculating demeanor, her presence felt... different. She wasn't concerned about the prisoners or the escape he was planning. No. She was focused solely on him, like a dog watching its owner, hoping for attention.
Crow didn't turn around, but he could feel her gaze burning into his back, relentless and unwavering. She was... waiting for something. Anything that would acknowledge her existence. But it wasn't his plan that had her in thrall; it was him. Always him.
His lips curled into a smile, a dark thought running through his head. "I can't believe you're still standing there like that, Mirko. Aren't you supposed to be more... focused?"
Mirko's voice, tinged with a mixture of frustration and longing, echoed in the empty space between them. "I don't care about your plan, Crow. I just want you to look at me. Please." Her voice wavered, as if the need for his attention was consuming her from the inside out.
Crow's smirk deepened, knowing exactly what he was doing to her, how his Charming quirks had twisted her feelings, turning her obsession into something darker. But that was the power he had over her. And he enjoyed it.
He slowly turned to face her, eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. "You want my attention?" he asked, his voice almost teasing. "You've got it. But it doesn't come cheap, does it?"
Mirko's face flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and need flickering in her eyes. She nodded silently, her gaze now more submissive than ever.
Crow took a step forward, his towering presence overwhelming her smaller form. For a moment, they stood in silence, the tension thick between them. Then, without warning, he reached out and placed a hand gently on her head.
The action was almost affectionate, but it was a subtle display of dominance, a reminder that he held all the cards. Mirko's body stiffened at first, but then she melted into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. She didn't need to speak for him to know that she saw herself as his pet, her feelings twisted by the power he had over her. The touch was everything to her.
His fingers ran through her hair, a quiet mockery of tenderness, before he pulled away, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Good girl," he said, his tone low and approving.
Mirko's heart raced. The simple words sent a surge of warmth through her chest, and she lowered her head slightly, as if accepting her place beside him. "I'm yours, Crow," she whispered, her voice filled with devotion. "Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it."
Crow's smile faded into something colder, more calculating. He looked back toward the building housing his prisoners, his thoughts drifting back to the plan, to the chaos he would unleash. "Stay focused, Mirko," he said, his voice now cold and detached, as if the previous affection had never occurred. "We have work to do."
But Mirko, still flushed with the aftereffects of his head pat, didn't hear him. Her mind was elsewhere, consumed by the warmth of the brief touch and the words that lingered in her head. She was his. She was his pet.
The rest of the world faded into the background. Crow had given her a moment of attention—just a moment—but to her, it meant everything.
Crow turned back to face the building. His mind was already calculating the risks, considering the best way to break out his prisoners without attracting too much attention. He wasn't foolish enough to take on the entire hero society just yet, but he would start small. Disruptions, distractions, the perfect storm.
But in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Mirko. His little pet. Obsessing over his every move. It was almost too easy.
And soon, she'd understand that the more she sought his approval, the more he would take from her.
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End of Chapter Seven.
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