Honey, I'm Home
Alyanna stood frozen in place, her body rigid as her breath caught in her throat. The door creaked open, the sound grating against her already frayed nerves. Each agonizing second stretched like an eternity as the gap widened.
Her fingers tightened around her phone, the cold metal and glass the only thing grounding her to reality. She lifted it with a trembling hand, ready to use it as a weapon if needed, though the thought felt absurd against the suffocating dread curling in her chest.
Her eyes darted to the narrow crack, and then—there it was. A booted foot, stepping cautiously onto the threshold. Alyanna's breath hitched, her lungs refusing to cooperate as she squinted, desperate to make out more.
The figure emerged, piece by piece, like something from a nightmare. Dressed entirely in black, with cargo pants and a long-sleeved shirt hanging loosely over their form, the edges frayed with grunge-style bralettes swinging faintly at their wrists. A cap shielded most of their face, and a mask concealed the rest, leaving only a pair of piercing eyes visible in the dim light.
Alyanna’s knees trembled as the figure took one deliberate step after another, stopping just at the threshold of her apartment. The air seemed to shift, heavy and oppressive, pressing down on her chest. She felt the icy grip of fear coil tighter around her as their voice broke the silence.
“Hey, honey,” the figure drawled, the words dripping with a chilling familiarity that sent a violent shiver down her spine. “I’m home.”
Alyanna’s fingers curled around her keys, the sharp edges digging into her palms in a desperate attempt to ground herself. Her voice wavered, barely a whisper against the deafening thrum of her heartbeat. “Hin-hindi kita kilala,” she stammered, her throat dry, her pulse erratic. “But you—you have to leave now.” Her trembling hand gestured weakly toward the door, the motion futile and pathetic even in her own eyes.
The figure didn’t move to leave. Instead, they stepped fully into the apartment, closing the door behind them with a deliberate click. Alyanna flinched at the sound, her body instinctively retreating a step, though her legs felt like lead.
And then, as if mocking her, the intruder bent down to remove their shoes. They took their time, fingers methodically untying the laces before slipping the boots off and placing them neatly on the rack by the door. The casualness of their actions was a slap in the face, a stark contrast to Alyanna’s mounting panic.
Her breath came in shallow gasps as she watched the figure straighten, removing their cap to reveal a cascade of their hair. It caught the faint light, glowing almost unnaturally, and sent another chill racing down her spine.
“What do you mean you don’t know me?” the figure said, their voice carrying an edge of disbelief and quiet menace. Each word hung heavy in the air, suffocating her further.
A soft laugh escaped the intruder's lips—low, intimate, yet unnerving. The person then ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back from her forehead. Alyanna stiffened. That laugh struck a deep, buried chord in her. It wasn’t unfamiliar. In fact, it was all too familiar, too personal.
“Nakalimutan mo na agad ako?” The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate. Alyanna’s instincts screamed at her to move, to run, to fight, but her body refused to obey. She flinched as a gloved hand reached for her face, but it didn’t stop. Fingers brushed her chin, tilting it upward. Her breath hitched, and she felt as though the air had been ripped from her lungs.
The words echoed in her mind, leaving a jagged trail of unease behind. "Nakalimutan mo na agad ako." But it wasn’t just the words—it was the scent. Faint yet unmistakable. Musky, earthy, lingering like a ghost in her apartment. She had smelled it before, on her pillows, in the corners of her room. Her stomach churned with the horrifying realization.
The intruder slowly removed her mask, and then Alyanna saw her. Crimson hair framed a face that was all too familiar. Alyanna’s eyes widened in recognition, and a cold rush of horror flooded her veins. Maddie Lim.
Her Maddie Lim.
But this Maddie wasn’t the idol she’d adored from afar, the subject of her endless admiration and fantasies. This Maddie was a stranger. Her eyes, once warm and inviting, were now sharp and predatory, gleaming with a hunger that made Alyanna’s blood run cold.
“Alam mo…” Maddie’s voice softened, almost fond, but it only heightened the terror prickling at Alyanna’s skin. “Hinanap kita palagi. Sa concerts namin, sa fan meets. You were always there, you know? I always found you in the crowd. It wasn’t hard—it was you.”
Maddie’s hand cupped Alyanna’s cheek, her touch deceptively gentle. “Then you stopped coming.” Her voice cracked, a tremor of pain breaking through. “You left me. Do you know what that did to me? I thought… maybe you didn’t want me anymore.”
Alyanna’s chest tightened as Maddie’s words seeped into her. The sincerity in her tone was undeniable, yet it clashed violently with the madness in her eyes. She couldn’t reconcile the woman standing before her with the idol she had once adored.
Maddie’s thumb brushed her cheek, and Alyanna shivered under her touch. “I missed you so much,” Maddie whispered, her breath warm against Alyanna’s skin. “I needed you.”
The words wrapped around Alyanna like a vice, suffocating her in their intensity. For a moment, Alyanna felt a flicker of empathy stir within her. Despite the terror of the situation, she couldn’t help but see the vulnerability in Maddie’s eyes—the uncertainty that lurked beneath her confident exterior. But it was maddeningly confusing, this mix of fear and fascination. After all, hadn’t she adored this person for years? The one standing in front of her now, breaking every boundary, was the same one who had once been her idol, the object of her obsession.
She looked down, trying to steady herself. On one hand, Maddie was the intruder who had turned her life upside down these past weeks, making her question her safety and sanity. On the other hand, Maddie was also the figure who had saved her countless times in a different way—through music, through a presence that had once felt larger than life. It didn’t make sense, this chaotic whirl of emotions.
Stay calm, Alyanna. Her mind raced, urging her to keep her guard up. Maddie was unpredictable, maybe even dangerous. She couldn’t afford to underestimate her. But even as she struggled to stay composed, a part of her couldn’t ignore the rush she felt from Maddie’s proximity. It was a dangerous mix of fear and something else, something she couldn’t fully understand, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever it was, it was pulling her in deeper.
“I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I—I just needed time off,” Alyanna whispered, her voice tinged with a trembling mix of confusion and sadness. She forced herself to meet Maddie’s gaze. “I’ve been busy, that’s all.”
Maddie’s lips curved into an unsettling smile, and then she laughed—low, throaty, almost predatory. The sound hit Alyanna like a shockwave, sending a shiver up her spine. Maddie’s hand dropped from her face as she doubled over, clutching her stomach in amusement. The room filled with her laughter, so familiar yet alien in its intensity. Alyanna had heard this laugh before—on variety shows, in behind-the-scenes clips she’d replayed endlessly. But here and now, it felt... wrong.
Alyanna’s chest tightened as she watched Maddie lean back, unable to contain herself, her laughter echoing off the walls. Why is she laughing? Alyanna’s mind raced, apprehension clawing at her. Had she said something funny? Or was Maddie’s amusement rooted in something far more sinister?
The air seemed to thicken as Maddie’s laughter finally subsided, leaving Alyanna feeling exposed. This isn’t the Maddie you idolized. This is a stranger—a stranger who violated you, who crossed every line. Alyanna’s heart pounded as a terrifying thought struck her. Was Maddie the one who had touched her last night? The very idea sent another shiver down her spine, but somewhere deep inside, a small, shameful part of her didn’t recoil at the thought. Instead, it sparked something twisted and thrilling—something she wanted to bury and forget.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay composed. Maddie couldn’t see her falter. She wouldn’t give her that satisfaction. “Maddie,” Alyanna started, her voice steadier now, “How do you know me?”
Maddie tilted her head, her expression shifting to one of feigned hurt. “We were schoolmates, you know. Did you forget that too?”
“No,” Alyanna said, her unease mounting. “But that doesn’t make sense. How did you know where I live?”
“You texted it to me,” Maddie replied nonchalantly.
“What? I don’t even have your number,” Alyanna shot back, her voice tinged with disbelief.
“But I have yours,” Maddie said with a sly grin.
“Paano?” Alyanna pressed, her stomach twisting.
“You gave it to me,” Maddie answered, her tone teasing.
Alyanna froze, her mind scrambling for answers. Maddie’s smirk widened as she leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “Your bra. You threw it at me during one of our shows. It had your number written on it.”
The memory struck Alyanna like a punch to the gut. She remembered it now—she’d done it on a dare from Sandra. But the unsettling part? Maddie had kept it. Used it. The thought sent a wave of shock through her, leaving her dizzy and unsure of what to think.
“How did you figure out where I live from that?” Alyanna asked, her voice growing more uneasy as Maddie now sat comfortably on her sofa, sipping her leftover coffee.
“Sinabi ko na sa’yo diba, you gave it to me,” Maddie said, rolling her eyes as if Alyanna were too slow to catch on. “I pretended to be a delivery driver, told you the address you gave was wrong. And you, you just handed over your exact address without a second thought,” Maddie added, her tone almost disbelieving, as if she couldn’t believe Alyanna had been that trusting.
Alyanna’s stomach churned as Maddie leaned back, crossing her legs with a casual air. “It wasn’t hard to figure out your unit, either. The building’s security is a joke,” Maddie remarked, her voice laced with a hint of disbelief. “I almost lost it when I saw men’s stuff here. Akala ko pinagpalit mo na ko sa lalaki. But it turns out, it’s just a precaution since you live alone. Well, not anymore—you have me now.”
Her smile was sweet, almost too innocent, but the undertone of her words sent a chill down Alyanna’s spine, dripped with possessiveness.
Alyanna stood frozen, her mind struggling to process everything. Maddie untangled her legs and leaned forward, her posture shifting from relaxed to manspreading. “What I didn’t like,” Maddie continued, her tone sharpening, “was seeing you with that cheap knockoff of me. That annoying little fangirl copying my hair, my style. I saw you two at one of our shows—and then at the hotel we’re staying in. Really, Alyanna? Of all places?”
Maddie stood now, closing the distance between them. Alyanna instinctively tried to back away, but the sofa behind her stopped her retreat. Maddie loomed closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I almost banned her from our events, you know. That freak doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as us.”
Alyanna's heart raced as Maddie reached for her hand, the simple gesture sending an unexpected jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. The touch was maddeningly familiar, yet alien—like the echo of a melody she hadn’t heard in years but could still hum by heart. Her instincts screamed at her to pull away, to retreat from the magnetic pull of Maddie’s presence, but her body betrayed her, frozen in place.
“How dare you... how dare her,” Maddie spat, her voice low, almost venomous. “Akin ka lang. Akin lang.” She said it with a finality that made Alyanna’s blood run cold. Then, breaking the silence, Maddie’s voice softened but remained sharp, laden with an unsettling mix of accusation and something darker, something intoxicating. “You still like me, right?”
As Maddie’s fingers intertwined with hers, Alyanna was instantly transported back to one of Burning Red’s concerts. She could almost hear the faint echoes of the crowd, the music reverberating in the air, as Maddie had descended from the stage, making a beeline for her. The moment their hands met had been electric, a brief but undeniable connection that sent a thrill coursing through Alyanna. Now, as Maddie’s hand wrapped around hers again, the familiar thrill surged back, charged with a dangerous excitement that Alyanna couldn’t shake.
What did Maddie want from her? Alyanna’s mind raced as her gaze searched Maddie’s eyes for answers, but they held only a haunting emptiness, a void that seemed to pull her in. This wasn’t the Maddie she had idolized. The confident performer, the star who once made her feel seen in a sea of faces, had been replaced by someone... different. Yet the pull of her presence was undeniable.
"I still like you," Alyanna whispered, her voice trembling as the words slipped out unbidden. The admission felt like a betrayal, but of what, she wasn’t sure. "But this is wrong. Things are different now."
"How?" Maddie’s voice was soft, but her proximity was overwhelming. Alyanna flinched as Maddie leaned closer, her breath hot against her ear.
“Found a new version of me in that girl?” Maddie’s whisper carried a mocking edge, her tone cutting through Alyanna’s defenses. The heat of her breath sent a shiver down Alyanna’s spine, a mixture of discomfort and something she dared not name.
The words hung in the air, their weight suffocating. Alyanna wanted to pull away, to create distance, but her body remained rooted in place, betraying her resolve. Confusion, fear, and—somewhere beneath it all—a dangerous flicker of excitement churned within her. She hated it.
"No," Alyanna stammered, her voice trembling. "She's no one to me. I just... needed someone."
The confession spilled out before she could stop it, but even as she spoke, a wave of anger surged within her. Why was she explaining herself? She owed Maddie nothing. She had been just a fan—a devoted one, sure, but a fan nonetheless. And yet, here she stood, caught in Maddie’s web, feeling both powerless and captivated.
“I don’t know why you’re doing this,” Alyanna said, her voice firmer now, though her hands trembled in Maddie’s grasp. “I’m just a fan, Maddie.”
The words were meant to draw a line, to remind herself of the boundary that had once existed between them. But as they left her lips, Alyanna felt a pang of vulnerability. She wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince—Maddie or herself.
Maddie’s smile was faint, enigmatic. “But you’re my favorite fan,” she said, her voice soft, almost tender. The declaration felt like a lifeline thrown into stormy waters, tethering Alyanna to a truth she wasn’t sure she wanted to acknowledge.
Alyanna’s breath hitched as Maddie leaned closer, her chin resting lightly on her shoulder. The warmth of her presence, the intimacy of the gesture, sent her mind spinning. Her heart ached with the weight of Maddie’s words, but there was something else beneath the surface, something dark and unspoken.
Alyanna turned to face Maddie, her gaze searching, questioning. She wanted to believe the words, wanted to revel in the idea that she had been special to Maddie all along. But as she looked into her eyes, she saw shadows lurking there, shadows that threatened to swallow them both.
And yet, despite the fear that gripped her, a part of Alyanna—a part she couldn’t ignore—wanted to dive in, to lose herself in the storm Maddie had brought into her life.
Maddie stood there again, towering over her, eyes gleaming with something dark and unyielding.
“I love spotting you,” Maddie began, her voice a slow, deliberate drawl that Alyanna couldn’t look away from. “In concerts, at gigs, at school, even at your office. Don’t act so innocent, Alyanna. I’m not the first one to obsess over someone. You did it first—to me.”
The laugh that followed wasn’t one of amusement. It was low, chilling, and deliberate—like a predator savoring the fear of its prey. Alyanna’s breath hitched as the sound settled into her bones. Her chest tightened, not just in fear but in something she refused to name—a flicker of excitement.
No, she didn’t want this. Or did she? The helplessness Maddie evoked in her wasn’t unfamiliar. She’d fantasized about surrendering control, being consumed by someone’s will, but the reality of Maddie—her intensity, her unpredictability—terrified and thrilled her in equal measure.
“Why did you stop coming?” Maddie asked, voice soft but no less dangerous.
Alyanna opened her mouth, her mind scrambling for an answer that didn’t betray her turmoil. “You’re distracting me,” she finally whispered, her voice barely audible in the oppressive silence. “You’ve consumed me. I gave you everything, Maddie, and I need time to focus on myself.”
Maddie tilted her head, her expression an unsettling mix of amusement and mockery. “Liar,” she said, her tone laced with cruel certainty. “You haven’t given me anything. Or at least…not yet…”
Alyanna felt her stomach drop. The room seemed to close in around her, Maddie’s presence both suffocating and intoxicating.
“What do you want from me?” she murmured, her voice trembling despite her efforts to steady it.
“You know what I want.” Maddie stepped closer, her smile razor-sharp. “Don’t lie to me, Alyanna. I know exactly what’s running through that pretty little head of yours—the things you imagine me doing to you.”
Alyanna shook her head quickly, too quickly. “No, I’m not—”
“Don’t bullshit me,” Maddie snapped, her voice cutting like a blade. “Do you think I don’t know? I’ve seen everything. Do you have any idea how much I’ve loved those little things you’ve sent me?”
The words slammed into Alyanna with the force of a wrecking ball. Her face burned as Maddie’s accusation hung in the air. The things she’d sent… Maddie knew. The realization sent a cold wave of panic through her, but beneath that panic was something darker—a thrill she couldn’t suppress.
Maddie leaned in, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “The same hands doing such delightful things in those videos—you thought I wouldn’t notice they’re the same hands I’ve held before?”
Alyanna froze, her breath catching as Maddie’s words sliced through her defenses.
“It was a dare…” she stammered weakly, the excuse sounding pathetic even to her ears.
“A dare?” Maddie’s laugh was sharp, mocking. “Maybe the first time. But those other accounts? The other videos? ‘Wag mo ‘kong gawing tanga, Alyanna.”
Maddie’s hand brushed Alyanna’s arm, sending a shiver down her spine. Her body betrayed her, the warmth of Maddie’s touch spreading through her even as her mind screamed at her to run. She hated this—hated the vulnerability, the exposure. But somewhere deep inside, she felt a spark of something she couldn’t ignore. She sees me.
Maddie pulled her phone from her pocket, her movements slow, deliberate, as though savoring Alyanna’s tension. She opened her gallery and turned the screen toward her. Alyanna’s knees nearly buckled as the familiar thumbnails stared back at her—videos she thought were safe, hidden, forgotten.
Maddie leaned against the edge of the sofa, her stance relaxed yet menacing. Her fingers played with the phone in her hand, spinning it casually like it was some innocuous object, not the instrument of Alyanna's undoing. She tilted her head, eyes narrowing as if savoring the moment.
"Every time I see you," Maddie began, her voice soft but brimming with something darker, "I get so excited. But it's more than that. You make me feel like no one else ever could, my Alyanna." She let the words hang in the air, her tone dripping with a dangerous affection.
Alyanna froze, her stomach twisting into knots as Maddie's gaze bore into her, dissecting her with cruel precision. She didn’t dare move, her body caught between flight and submission.
"You make me think of so many things," Maddie continued, her lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile. "It’s like we’re playing a game of hide and seek, you know? But it’s not just a game. It’s... thrilling. I love your face, your hands..." She trailed off, her eyes flicking to Alyanna’s trembling fingers, as if she could see through them to every secret they’d kept.
Alyanna’s breath hitched as Maddie spun the phone again, letting it slip momentarily from her fingers before catching it midair. It was a calculated move, designed to keep Alyanna’s attention locked on the object that seemed to hold her shame hostage.
"When I see you, my head races," Maddie continued, her voice softening to a near whisper, "with thoughts of eventually having you. All of you."
Her words struck like a match to dry kindling, igniting a storm of humiliation and something deeper, something Alyanna refused to name. She wanted to scream, to deny it all, but the words stuck in her throat like ash.
"See?" Maddie said suddenly, snapping Alyanna out of her spiraling thoughts. She lifted the phone, her thumb hovering over the screen. The motion was slow, almost lazy, but it carried the weight of inevitability. "These videos," Maddie murmured, her voice taking on a mocking edge, "are even in my favorites."
Alyanna’s knees threatened to buckle as Maddie tilted the screen toward her. The sight of her own image froze her in place—the unmistakable moments of vulnerability now framed and saved in Maddie’s gallery like trophies.
"I’ve almost memorized your voice," Maddie added, her tone almost casual, as if discussing a favorite song. "The way you moan while saying my name... God, Alyanna. It’s intoxicating. The way you imagine me doing things to you while you touch yourself, play with your toys..." Maddie’s voice dipped, taking on an edge that sent a shiver down Alyanna’s spine.
Maddie’s gaze locked onto hers, unrelenting. "I remember every single video. That’s how much I love you."
The room seemed to close in around Alyanna, the air too thick, too oppressive. Her chest tightened, every instinct screaming at her to run, but her feet stayed rooted to the spot. Maddie’s words slithered through her mind, intertwining with the thrill she couldn’t suppress—the dark, forbidden thrill of being seen, being claimed.
Alyanna’s world crumbled beneath her feet, the air heavy with Maddie’s words. Her heart raced, her body trembling, but not entirely with fear. Maddie’s gaze pinned her, dissected her, yet somehow… made her feel seen. Exposed, yes, but important.
Maddie’s smirk widened as she leaned closer, her presence dominating the space between them. “You see,” she began, her voice laced with mockery, “you even sent me some drunk chats. Crazy stuff, really. But you know what’s even crazier? The ideas you gave me... all those vivid little fantasies.”
She stepped back slightly, her gaze sweeping over Alyanna’s trembling form, taking her in from head to toe with an almost predatory air. Her eyes lingered deliberately on Alyanna’s lips, the way they quivered ever so slightly, betraying the storm of emotions raging beneath her facade. “And what you wanted done to you,” Maddie added, her voice dropping to a near whisper as her eyes burned into Alyanna’s.
The tension was electric, the air between them thick with unspoken desire and humiliation. Alyanna felt her cheeks flush, her heart hammering against her ribs as Maddie’s words sliced through her like a double-edged blade.
“I mean,” Maddie continued, tilting her head with feigned innocence, “technically, you consented. You asked for it.”
Before Alyanna could muster a response, Maddie’s fingers danced across the screen of her phone, and with a wicked grin, she began reading aloud.
“Let’s see...” Maddie’s voice was smooth, calculated, every word dripping with mockery as she scrolled through the damning messages. “November 6, 2019. You wrote—” she paused for dramatic effect, glancing up to savor Alyanna’s panic.
Alyanna’s breath hitched as Maddie began to read:
"Maddie, I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me. I want you to pin me down, to make me scream your name until my throat is raw. I want you to use me, to take whatever you want from me. I’ve imagined it so many times—your fingers inside me, your mouth on my skin, your teeth biting into my neck. I want you to leave marks, to remind me who I belong to."
Maddie raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smug smile. She scrolled further, her tone dripping with amusement. “Oh, this one’s good. October 12, 2019: ‘Maddie, I’ve been touching myself thinking about you. I imagine you watching me, telling me how pathetic I look, how desperate I am for you. I want you to laugh at me, to call me your slut while you make me come over and over again. I want you to ruin me.’”
Alyanna’s face burned, her body trembling as Maddie continued, her voice growing darker, more intimate.
“And here’s another gem,” Maddie said, her grin widening. “‘I dream about you tying me up, Maddie. I want you to blindfold me, to tease me until I’m begging for release. I want you to make me wait, to edge me until I’m crying, until I’m nothing but a whimpering mess at your feet.’”
Maddie paused, her eyes locking onto Alyanna’s. “Shameless, aren’t you?” she whispered, her tone both mocking and admiring. “But don’t worry, Alyanna. I’m here to make all those filthy little dreams come true.”
Alyanna’s entire body burned with shame, her skin tingling as if the words Maddie read aloud had taken physical form and wrapped around her like chains. Her breathing quickened, and she struggled to find the strength to speak, to push back against the humiliating truths being laid bare. But her voice betrayed her, trembling and weak, her mind torn between shame and an unspoken thrill she couldn’t suppress.
Maddie leaned in closer, her tone soft but piercing. “See, Alyanna? You practically handed yourself over to me. You wanted this. You wanted me. And now...” She let her words hang in the air, her grin widening as Alyanna’s eyes darted away, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.
Alyanna opened her mouth to protest, to defend herself, but no words came. What could she say? Maddie was right, and deep down, she hated how much she craved this—craved Maddie’s control, her attention, even her cruelty.
Maddie straightened, crossing her arms as she looked down at Alyanna with a mixture of triumph and satisfaction. “You can keep pretending, Alyanna. Pretend this wasn’t what you wanted all along. But you know as well as I do...” She smirked. “You’re mine.”
The words hit Alyanna like a final blow, leaving her no room to escape. She stood there, trembling, unable to deny the truth Maddie had so skillfully unearthed. And as much as she hated herself for it, she felt the spark inside her grow—a dark, intoxicating thrill at the inevitability of her surrender.
Maddie stood tall off the sofa, her movements slow and deliberate as she stepped down, each stride bringing her closer to Alyanna. Her figure loomed like a storm cloud, heavy and ominous, her presence filling the room with an intensity that made Alyanna’s breath hitch. Maddie's eyes gleamed with an unsettling mixture of lust and cruelty, devoid of the warmth Alyanna once thought she knew.
Alyanna’s stomach twisted, a churn of fear and excitement so potent it felt as though her very body betrayed her. She had never seen Maddie like this—cold, merciless, her every word and action exuding dominance.
"I’m sorry," Alyanna whimpered, the words tumbling out as her voice cracked under the weight of the moment. She cast her gaze downward, tears streaming freely. Her lips trembled; her body curled inward like a scolded child. But beneath the veneer of regret, a darker truth lingered.
If she had known her videos and messages would lead to this—this exact moment—she wouldn’t have hesitated to send them all over again. Alyanna played the role of a defeated puppy, submitting herself to the act, knowing the thrill lay in the charade.
Maddie tilted her head, her smirk sharp and cutting. "You’re not sorry, baby," she sneered, her voice thick with mockery. "I should be the one apologizing—for not taking you sooner."
The words struck Alyanna, her chest tightening as nausea and exhilaration warred within her. Her thoughts spiraled, but Maddie didn’t allow her room to recover. She reached out, her fingertips grazing Alyanna’s chin, lifting her face with a deliberate gentleness that contrasted the storm in her eyes.
"Look at me," Maddie ordered softly, her breath warm against Alyanna’s cheek. Her perfume, a blend of something rich and intoxicating, hung in the air like an invisible shackle, binding Alyanna to the moment.
Alyanna’s lips pressed together in defiance, her silence a thin veil for the tumult of feelings boiling inside her. Shame. Excitement. A deep, undeniable yearning.
"I left you waiting for so long, didn’t I?" Maddie continued, her tone softening just enough to feign remorse. Her words were a weight on Alyanna’s chest, sinking deep into her. The warmth of Maddie’s breath lingered against her skin, a maddening reminder of their closeness.
"I knew it was you," Maddie murmured, her voice quieter now, almost intimate. Her eyes bore into Alyanna’s with an intensity that made her shudder. "And I just left you there, so helpless, so desperate."
Maddie’s hand cupped Alyanna’s face, her thumb brushing over tear-streaked skin with a touch that felt strangely tender despite the edge of dominance that lingered in her tone.
"You sent all of those videos... all of those messages," Maddie whispered, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "You did it all willingly."
Alyanna’s body betrayed her, warmth pooling deep within her as Maddie’s words hit their mark. The shame she felt was palpable, coursing through her veins like fire, but it only served to intensify the forbidden excitement she couldn’t admit—not to Maddie, and certainly not to herself.
Her silence stretched on, broken only by the unsteady rhythm of her breath. Maddie leaned in closer, her presence suffocating yet exhilarating, her words a siren’s call that Alyanna couldn’t escape.
"You must be crazy, don’t you?" Maddie taunted, her voice a venomous mix of mockery and delight as she unlocked her phone. “This is… something. I mean, I’ve seen fan edits, but this? This is next-level dedication.” She chuckled, low and wicked, as Alyanna shifted uncomfortably as she stands. The air between them felt thick, electric.
The screen illuminated with a soft glow as she turned it toward Alyanna, her grin sharp enough to draw blood.
Alyanna’s breath caught as her worst fear materialized in vivid detail. The video on the screen displayed her—her body moving sensually, her form silhouetted by dim light. She was posing for the camera, shifting her weight, arching slightly, a deliberate performance. The low lighting obscured her face, but there was no mistaking her identity.
Her chest tightened as she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear the sight of herself exposed so brazenly. "Stop this," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her humiliation.
But Maddie’s chuckle echoed softly, chilling Alyanna to the core. "Stop? Why would I stop when we’re just getting started?" Maddie’s thumb brushed the screen, and the next video began to play.
The unmistakable sound of her whimpers from the speaker filled the room. Alyanna recognized the backdrop immediately—Sasha’s party. Her heart sank as she watched herself on the screen, her breast bouncing with the rhythm as she rides her own finger. She was slow at first, but then the movements grew... intentional. Her thighs tightened, her body tensing and releasing in sync with the motion, a look of euphoria flickering across her face.
"You enjoyed it, didn’t you?" Maddie’s voice dropped lower, teasing yet sharp.
Alyanna’s throat went dry as she forced her eyes open, another video is now playing on Maddie’s phone. Her own voice came through now, faint but unmistakable. "Take me," she heard herself moaning in the recording. Her breaths quickened, a mix of mortification and disbelief as she saw her own thighs trembling, her hips jolting up she overstimulate herself with her toy.
"Please," Alyanna whimpered, the word catching in her throat as she tried to block out the noise. "Stop it, Maddie, please. Just… delete it."
Maddie’s grabbed her hair, yanking her head back slightly, enough to control her but not to hurt. Her fingers curled firmly into Alyanna’s hair, sending a shiver down her spine. Maddie’s face was inches away, her breath hot against Alyanna’s skin. Maddie tilted her head, studying Alyanna like she was a puzzle she intended to solve. “Oh, honey,” she purred, running a finger along the edge of her phone. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Alyanna’s tears began to flow freely now, her shame etched into every trembling exhale. Yet her body betrayed her, a low hum of anticipation coiling deep within her chest. She couldn’t deny the heat Maddie’s presence ignited; the dizzying thrill laced with her humiliation.
Maddie crouched lower, forcing Alyanna’s gaze to lock on the screen. "Watch yourself," she hissed, her hand in Alyanna’s hair pulling just enough to keep her rooted.
Alyanna shook her head, but Maddie’s firm grip held her in place, forcing her to confront the screen. Her legs wavered beneath her, betraying her resolve as she stared at the recording. Every flicker of expression, every desperate motion was laid bare. The muffled sounds she made in the video filled the air, her pussy stretching as the dildo disappeared deeper each time, again and again.
Her stomach churned, but a darker feeling swirled beneath the surface—one she didn’t want to name.
Maddie leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Say it again… Beg for me to take you," she commanded, her lips curling into a smirk.
Alyanna’s breath hitched. Her throat tightened as hesitation gripped her, a war raging within her. She wanted to scream, to push Maddie away, to reclaim even a shred of her dignity. Yet the heat radiating from Maddie’s touch and the weight of her gaze sent a shiver of anticipation through her.
For a moment, she stayed silent, caught in the tension between resistance and the undeniable thrill coursing through her veins. Finally, her lips parted, and the words escaped—soft, trembling, and tinged with something darker.
"T-take me," Alyanna whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.
Maddie’s smirk widened, her hand loosening its grip only slightly before tightening again, a teasing game of control. Her fingers trailed down Alyanna’s neck, tracing a path of fire. "Isa pa," she demanded, her tone leaving no room for refusal.
Alyanna’s body trembled, every nerve alive with a shameful thrill that twisted her insides. She swallowed hard, forcing the words past her lips, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and anticipation.
With a shaky breath, she forced the words past her lips, her voice a fragile whisper breaking through the stifling silence of the room. "Take me."