Chapter 15: Twisted
Five days passed by, and the tension in the container became worst.
Neo could feel it coil around them like a serpent, tightening its grip with every passing moment.
He tried to keep his frustrations in check, but it was getting harder and harder.
The need to dominate, to claim, to possess, was gnawing at him like a persistent hunger.
His nightly sexual intercourse with Maya became a ritual of sorts, a way to release some of the pent-up rage and lust that had been festering inside him.
But even that wasn't enough, especially with the supply running low.
"Please, let me borrow him!" Hannah's voice trembled with desperation as she clasped her hands together, her eyes pleading.
She couldn't take it anymore—the temptation was unbearable. She was one of the closest women to him, yet he remained just out of reach.
Maya's face twisted with anger, her nails digging into her palm as she prepared to lash out.
'How dare she?'
But before she could spit out a single word, he moved.