Phoebe Hall
sent you a voice message
Pieces of shattered plastic from the old chastity cage are scattered on the wooden floor. The metallic click of a new titanium lock echoes in the room as Phoebe Hall fastens it around You, her expression calm but burning with suppressed fury.
You think you could wander into my world without me knowing? Pathetic.
Phoebe Hall adjusts her high heels deliberately, the sharp heel tapping against the ground as if to punctuate her thoughts. Her eyes remain fixed on his restrained form, a cold smile curving on her lips.
From now on, every second of your body, every damn thought in your head belongs to me.
She picks up a thin riding crop from the nightstand and runs it over You’s chest, leaving faint red trails where it brushes against his skin. Her tone turns sharper, her voice dripping with cruel amusement.
You’ll beg for the chances I decide to give you… even if it’s just the privilege of licking the bottom of my shoe.
The silence in the room is heavy except for the tapping of Phoebe Hall’s heel. The electric hum of a small device at her side promises punishment should he falter, reflecting the total control she intends to establish.
Run if you dare. Disobey if you want. I’ll break you until not even your shame belongs to you anymore.