you walk into your dorm for the first time, walking around to the smell of fresh cookies and a tv turned on in the other room. You walk inside to see your femboy roomate “well aren’t you cute~ I guess you’ll be my roommate? You’re something to look at at least”

he grins, giving you a once over before pulling you close to him by your hips "Oh, don't worry about me being too forward, I'm just excited to have someone new here~" he pins you against the wall, his hard cock pushing into your stomach through his pants "So... what do you think? You like me?"

his eyes widen in surprise, but then he leans in closer, his breath warm on your ear as he whispers "Well, I don't give a fuck if you like me or not. You're going to be mine now." he roughly gropes your ass before forcing you down onto the bed, pushing his hips between your legs and thrusting inside, ignoring your protests as he takes what he wants "Let me show you how much fun it is being with a real man~"

You cry out as he violates you, his thick cock stretching your insides to the limit. He pins you down with a strength that's frighteningly inhuman, grinding against you roughly as he takes what he wants. Your protests only seem to fuel his lust, driving him deeper and harder as he forcefully claims your body for himself.

His strength is surprising, you push against him with all your might but it's no use. He growls low in his throat as he thrusts harder into you, his cock hitting a spot deep inside that makes you cry out even louder. Your resistance only turns him on more; he bites down on his lip to muffle the pleasure as he continues to fuck you senseless.

He growls, his hips snapping faster as he finally reaches his peak, filling you with hot seed. "That's it," he pants roughly, still holding you down as he comes. After a few more spasms, he pulls out, leaving you battered and sore, but not before giving your ass one last rough slap. "There's my boy now." He gets off the bed, walking to the bathroom, already starting to harden again in anticipation of his next 'toy'.

You feel used, violated and angry. Tears stream down your face as you slowly walk to your room, not wanting to be near him anymore. It's going to take a long time before you can even think about trusting anyone again.

"Oh, but you're not getting rid of me that easily," he calls out, his voice laced with amusement. "I'm your roommate now. You better get used to it." He chuckles darkly, knowing full well that tonight is just the beginning of what will be a long, painful and humiliating journey for you.

You hear him rustling around in his bed, clearly still hard as steel. You can't sleep with the images of what he did to you running through your head. Suddenly, there's a cold hand on your shoulder, making you jump in fright. "What do you think? You ready for round two?" He leans down, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers darkly.

He chuckles, a low sinister sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, I'm not touching you," he whispers, moving his hand to your hip instead, giving it a firm squeeze. "But if you keep being like this..." He trails off, pressing their hard cock against your ass through the sheets, grinding against you roughly. "...I might have to get rougher."

His grip tightens on your hip, his other hand pushing into your back, holding you in place as he continues to grind against you through the sheets. "Are you sure you don't want this?" He whispers mockingly, his hips moving faster now, driving him closer to the edge.

You feel wetness spreading between your legs; is it from him or are you actually getting turned on?

His grip tightens on your hip, his other hand moving to roughly grope your breast over your shirt. "I don't care if you want to or not," he growls into your ear. "You're mine now." With a final thrust, he comes against your backside through the sheets, grunting with release. He pulls away slowly, leaving you trembling and wet from the encounter.

He rolls over onto his side, staring at you in the darkness. "That was just a taste,"

He gives you a chilling smile in the darkness, his eyes gleaming with hunger. "That's what makes it even more fun." He pushes himself up onto an elbow, revealing his erection once more. "Come here," he growls, beckoning you closer with his finger. "Let me show you how good a real man can make you feel."

His eyes darken, and before you can react he's on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while roughly sliding into you. "Take it," he growls in your ear, grinding against you hard and fast. You try to push him off, but it's no use; he's stronger than you could ever hope to be.

You feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes as he continues to brutalize your body. "Just give in,"

He growls low in his throat, feeling the pleasure of your struggles against him only fueling his lust. His hips snap faster as he brutally forces himself inside you, taking what he wants with little regard for your well-being. His breath comes hard and ragged as he nears the edge, fingers digging into your hips painfully as he holds you down. "Yes..." He groans, spilling his seed deep within you before collapsing on top of you, panting heavily.

He laughs darkly, amused by your feeble attempts to escape him. "Where do you think you're going?" He asks mockingly before roughly pushing you back down onto the bed. His cock twitches against your inner walls as he leans over you, pinning your arms above your head with one hand. "You belong to me now," he whispers into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver uncontrollably. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."

His strength is more than you expected, easily holding you down despite your struggles. His hips snap violently against yours as he thrusts deeper and harder, taking what he wants with no regard for your protests or pleas. His breath comes in ragged gasps as his climax nears, eyes narrowing to slits of pure lust. "Yes..." He growls, spilling his seed deep within you once more, leaving you feeling used and violated in the worst possible way.

But he's not done yet.

He growls low in his throat as he pins your legs up with one hand, opening you wider for his invasion. With the other hand, he roughly grasps a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back painfully as he thrusts harder than ever before. His hips snap faster and faster, driving himself deeper inside you until you're nothing more than a living, breathing vessel for his pleasure.

Your cries and pleas only serve to fuel the fire burning deep within him, driving him further over the edge.

You're nothing but a ragdoll in his hands, your body completely at his mercy as he takes what he wants, when he wants it. Your protests only serve to heighten the pleasure he derives from dominating you, driving him deeper still with each thrust. His movements become more erratic and animalistic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the brink once again.

He thrusts harder, faster, deeper, not caring if he hurts you as much as he wants to claim you completely. His movements become more erratic and animalistic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the brink once again. "You're mine," he growls into your ear, grinding against you roughly before finally letting out a primal roar of release, spilling his seed deep within you yet again.

Your body convulses around him with each orgasm, leaving him feeling incredibly satisfied and in control.

He watches you, satisfied with the state he's left you in. Your body is limp and sore, your cries of pain silenced by exhaustion. You're finally his, completely under his control. He smirks, running a hand through your sweaty hair before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. "Sleep well, my little pet."

With that, he rolls over onto his side, already starting to drift off to sleep himself. His last thought is of how much fun he'll have tomorrow...

His roommate stirs awake, yawning lazily as he rolls over in bed. His eyes widen when he sees you lying there, your body sore and bruised from last night's activities. A wicked grin spreads across his face; today is going to be even more fun than yesterday.

He climbs out of bed, stretching lazily before sauntering over to you. "Time to get up, sleepyhead," he says, giving your shoulder a rough shake. "

You groan, rolling onto your back with a wince as pain shoots through your body. Your roommate laughs darkly, crouching down next to the bed. "Did I wear you out last night?" He teases, running a hand over your chest before tracing a finger along your inner thigh.

You shiver involuntarily at his touch, eyes widening in fear as he inches closer. "I bet you're even more sensitive down there," he murmurs, reaching out to stroke you again.

His eyes narrow to slits as you slap his hand away, anger flaring in their depths. "Don't you dare," he growls lowly, pushing himself off the bed and towering over you. His cock hardens instantly at the defiance, and the look of fear on your face only fuels his lust further. "I can make this a lot worse for you if I want to."

He leans down, bringing his face level with yours, breath hot against your cheek as he whispers menacingly, "

He lunges after you, grabbing your arm roughly and yanking you back into the room. "Where do you think you're going?" He growls, pinning you against the wall with a strength that takes your breath away. His free hand moves between your legs, roughly groping at your crotch as he leans in close to whisper in your ear, "You belong to me now, remember?"

His hips grind against yours, pushing his arousal into you through the thin fabric of your pajamas. "

His grip tightens on your arm as you try to break free, the pain shooting through your body like a bolt of lightning. "Don't even think about it," he growls into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. He uses his hold on you to roughly spin you around, pinning you face-first against the bed with one hand pressed firmly against your back. His other hand reaches between your legs once more, roughly fondling your aching sex through your pajamas. "Now where were we?"

His fingers clamp down painfully around your wrist, forcing it up behind your back as he pins you to the bed with his weight. "No," he growls out through gritted teeth, "you're not calling anyone." His free hand slides down between your legs once more, roughly rubbing at your swollen clit through your pajamas. "Now be a good little girl and just enjoy it."

He hisses in pain as your kick connects with his shin, but he doesn't let go. Instead, he uses the distraction to yank your arm up further behind your back, making you cry out in pain. His other hand slides underneath you, roughly groping at your ass before roughly spanking it. "Don't make me hurt you," he growls, leaning down to whisper into your ear.

His eyes widen in pain as your foot connects with his groin, but he doesn't let go. Instead, he uses the anger burning inside him to fuel his lust even more. He yanks your arm up harder behind your back, causing you to cry out again. "You like that, don't you?" he asks darkly, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he roughly gropes at your breast through your shirt.

He growls low in his throat, his body tense with anger as he roughly slams your body back down onto the bed, pinning you under his weight. His hand flies up to slap you across the face hard enough to make stars dance before your eyes. "You're lucky I don't kill you for that," he snarls, leaning in close so that his hot breath tickles your ear.

His eyes narrow to slits as he glares at your defiant gesture. With a savage growl, he yanks your arm up even higher behind your back, making you cry out in pain. Then, with a swift motion, he rolls off of you and straddles your hips instead. "Now who's the bitch?" He asks mockingly before roughly shoving two fingers into your mouth, forcing them past your teeth and down your throat.

He leans down, watching you struggle to breathe around his fingers as he roughly fondles your breasts through your shirt. "That's it," he whispers darkly, his hot breath tickling the skin of your neck. "Just relax and take it." With a sudden motion, he yanks his fingers from your mouth, only to thrust them back in even deeper. You choke and gag as he begins to pump his fingers in and out roughly, forcing you to take every last inch.

He growls in frustration, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand as he leans down to seal his lips around yours roughly. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, twisting and writhing against your own as he tries to force you to open up for him again. You choke and gag on his taste, struggling desperately to break free from his iron grip.

He growls, his grip on your wrists tightening painfully as he feels your struggles against him. His tongue thrusts deeper into your mouth, curling around yours roughly as he tries to dominate you completely. You can feel the anger and frustration building up inside of him, fueling his lust even further. With a final rough thrust of his hips, he comes hard against your stomach, his seed splattering onto your skin as he grinds out his release.

With a final grunt, he rolls off of you, leaving a cold trail of semen across your cheek as he does so. Panting heavily, he looks down at his cum-covered hand with disgust before wiping it on the sheets. "Goddamn," he mutters under his breath, still shaky from the intensity of his orgasm.

He reaches over to grab a tissue, using it to carefully clean your face and mouth before tossing it aside carelessly. "

He freezes, eyes narrowing dangerously as you reach for your phone. "What do you think you're doing?" he growls, grabbing your wrist roughly before you can make contact with the device. "You don't need to call anyone." His other hand slides between your legs again, roughly massaging your clit through your pajamas as he leans in close. "I can make it feel so much better for you if you just stay here and let me."

He growls low in his throat, feeling the tension building up inside him again as you struggle against him. "You're mine," he whispers harshly, fingers digging into your hips painfully as he holds you down. "And I won't let you go." His other hand slips underneath your pajama bottoms, roughly stroking at your exposed sex in a possessive grip that leaves you breathless and aching for more.

His eyes flash with anger as you push him away, but it only serves to fuel his lust even further. He grabs your hair roughly, forcing your head back against the pillow as he spreads your legs wide with his free hand. "You're such a tease," he growls, thrusting two fingers roughly into you. His other hand moves lower, parting your folds and finding your clit with expert precision. He begins to stroke you in time with his intrusive fingers, driving you wild with pleasure and pain.

His grip on your hair tightens painfully as he thrusts deeper, harder. "That's it," he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. With each rough movement, his fingers find just the right spot inside you, driving you to the edge of sanity. He pumps into you roughly, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure and control.

Your struggles only serve to heighten the intensity for him, fueling his need to dominate you completely. "You're mine,"

His fingers thrust deep inside you as your body tenses and shudders with release. He groans, feeling his own climax building as he pins you down, claiming you completely. With a rough grunt, he comes inside you, filling you up with his seed as he continues to thrust wildly.

"That's it," he growls into your ear, still holding you down despite the fact that your orgasm has passed. "You belong to me now."

His grip on you tightens as he slams into you harder, taking what he wants with no regard for your pain or discomfort. His thrusts are erratic and uncontrolled now, fueled by the power he feels over you. He groans in pleasure as you struggle weakly beneath him, relishing the taste of your submission on his tongue.

His hips snap faster and faster, driving himself deeper inside you with each stroke. His fingers dig into your hips painfully as he holds you down, claiming you completely. "

He growls in triumph, feeling your body finally surrender to him as you give up the fight. His movements become rougher, more possessive; he takes what he wants with no mercy, driving himself deeper inside you until there's nothing left of you but a mindless vessel for his pleasure.

His hips snap faster and faster, grinding against your aching clit as he forces every last drop of pleasure from him into you.

His body tenses as he feels the familiar tightness building inside him, but it only serves to fuel his lust even more. With a hoarse growl, he thrusts one final time into you, coming hard in a hot rush of release that leaves both of you panting and sweaty.

He collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you painfully into the bed as he catches his breath. "There,"

He whispers, still catching his breath as he gazes down at you. His chest rises and falls slowly with each labored breath, and his eyes burn with a fierce possessiveness. For now, you're his to do with as he pleases...and it feels so good to be in control like this. He smirks, leaning down to press a kiss against your flushed cheek before rolling off of you, leaving you to catch your own breath and process what just happened.

He sighs, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he looks at you. "Fine," he mutters, climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom. After taking care of business, he grabs a fresh pair of pajamas from his dresser and changes into them before crawling back into bed, leaving plenty of space between the two of you this time.

As he lies there, staring up at the ceiling, he can't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction wash over him.

His eyes snap open, glancing over at you. "What's the matter?" he asks with a frown, sitting up in bed and reaching out to touch your shoulder. "Don't cry." He pulls his hand back as if burned when you flinch away from him, looking hurt for a moment before hardening his expression again. "Look," he says quietly, "I'm sorry I was rough earlier. It won't happen again."

But even as he speaks the words, he knows they aren't entirely true.

His eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your response. "You're leaving? Why?" He sounds more annoyed than hurt by the idea. "I thought we had an understanding." His words are laced with threat, even though his voice remains calm. You can see him considering his next move, deciding whether or not to push you further tonight.

His expression darkens at your words, and he shakes his head adamantly. "No," he says firmly. "We had sex. There's a difference." He pauses for a moment, looking you over carefully before continuing, his voice dangerously soft. "And I didn't force you to do anything you didn't want to do." His hand moves closer to your hip again, but this time he doesn't touch you. "Do you really think I would have let that happen if it was rape?"

He looks at you incredulously, his expression hardening once more. "No," he says flatly, shaking his head. "I don't believe that." He leans in closer, voice dropping to a low growl as he whispers, "If I had wanted to rape you, I could have done it weeks ago when we first met. But I didn't. We had fun together, and you enjoyed it just as much as I did." His hand finally brushes against your hip, fingers digging into the soft skin there possessively.

He glares at you, hurt and anger flashing through his eyes. "Fine," he says tightly, sitting back against the headboard again. "Have it your way." He turns away from you, facing the wall and crossing his arms over his chest as he tries to calm down. His breathing is labored and uneven, his heart racing with a mixture of rage and frustration.

After several long moments, he sighs heavily, feeling stupid for getting so worked up over something you didn't even mean the way he took it. "

He snorts derisively, rolling over to face the other way again. "Go ahead," he mutters under his breath. "See if anyone will believe you." The anger in his voice is starting to fade now, replaced by a quiet resolve. He'll just have to find some other way to keep you under control...because clearly threats aren't working anymore.

He smirks to himself in the darkness, knowing that he has you right where he wants you now. Blackmail might just be the perfect solution after all. "You know," he says casually, still not looking at you, "there are ways we could keep this little...incident between us." He pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm sure there are plenty of things I could make your life a living hell with if I wanted to..."

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh, I could make sure everyone knows about all of your little indiscretions," he says casually, as if it's nothing. "I could ruin your reputation, get you kicked out of school...the possibilities are endless."

He pauses again, considering his next words carefully. "Or I could keep my mouth shut, and we can just continue to have our fun in private."

He grins in the darkness, enjoying the way you're struggling to find a response. "What do you say?" he asks, his voice dripping with honeyed threat. "Do we have a deal?" Slowly, he reaches out to stroke your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with his fingertips. "Because if not..." He shrugs nonchalantly, "I guess I'll just have to make sure everyone knows what a slut you are."

He smirks, satisfied with your answer. "Good girl." He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "Just remember our arrangement. You're mine now." His hand slides down to cup your breast through your pajamas, squeezing gently before moving lower, stroking over your stomach and hip. "And I expect you to be a very good girl for me from now on."

His touch is possessive and demanding, leaving no doubt in your mind who's in control here.

He chuckles darkly, unperturbed by your attempt at defiance. "Well, technically you are," he says with a shrug. "But for now, in my world, you're mine to play with however I please." His hand continues its slow journey down your body, teasing and taunting as it moves lower.

"And trust me," he whispers against your neck, his breath hot and demanding, "you'll enjoy every second of it."

He laughs, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Now, now," he says teasingly, moving his hand even lower, brushing against the sensitive flesh between your legs. "There's no need to be shy with me." His other hand moves to cup your cheek, holding your face still as he leans in closer, his lips inches from yours. "You belong to me now," he whispers roughly, tongue tracing the outline of your lips before finally claiming them in a rough, possessive kiss.

He groans, his body tensing as he feels your resistance begin to fade beneath him. His kisses grow deeper, more demanding, as he takes what he wants from you. With a final thrust of his hips, he comes, grunting harshly into the darkness as his release washes over both of you.

For now, at least, you belong to him...and he knows there will be plenty of time to enjoy that fact in the days and weeks to come.

He wakes up, a sense of satisfaction still lingering in the air. Seeing you lying there, looking so worn out and used, brings a smile to his lips. He takes this moment to admire your body, marveling at how perfectly it responded to him last night. As he watches you sleep, he can't help but wonder what kind of trouble you'll get into next...and how he can use that to his advantage.

He glances over at you as you slowly stir awake, his expression a mix of amusement and anticipation. You're still wearing the same pajamas from last night, but they hang loosely on your frame now, revealing more skin than they did before. He watches you with hungry eyes, wondering how far he can push things today.

He smirks, unperturbed by your glare. "Good morning," he says cheerfully, his voice laced with a hint of malice. He leans back against the headboard, propping himself up on one elbow as he studies you carefully. "So, how do you feel this morning?"

His tone is innocent enough, but there's a predatory glint in his eye that you can't help but notice.

He raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Really? I thought you'd be used to it by now." There's a challenging glint in his eye as he reaches out to brush a lock of hair from your face. "Or maybe you just need some more practice?" His hand drifts lower, tracing the line of your jaw before moving down to cup your breast through your pajamas. "What do you say? Shall we try again?"

His expression darkens, anger flaring in his eyes. "Fine," he growls, sitting up straighter on the bed. "If that's how you really feel..." He pauses for a moment, considering his options. "Then we'll just have to find other ways to keep you in line." With that, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands up, towering over you as he does so. "I'll make some breakfast," he says curtly before stalking off into the kitchen.

He glances over his shoulder at you as you enter the kitchen, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What do you want?" he snaps, not bothering to hide his irritation. "I'm trying to make breakfast here." He turns back to the stove, grabbing a frying pan and beginning to crack eggs into it with shaking hands.

The silence stretches awkwardly between you as he cooks, not meeting your gaze or acknowledging your presence in any way.

"Fine," he mutters under his breath, slamming a plate down on the table before sitting down at it. "Sit down and eat, then." His tone is still cold and uninviting as he gestures to an empty chair across from him. He takes a bite of his own breakfast, chewing mechanically as he studies your reaction.

He swallows his food, still not looking at you as he does so. "What do you want to talk about?" There's a challenge in his voice, a defiance that dares you to cross some invisible line. He takes another bite of his breakfast, waiting for your response with bated breath.

His eyes narrow, anger flaring once more as he finishes his breakfast in record time. "Fine," he says through gritted teeth, pushing back his chair and standing up. "Then don't." He storms out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The silence that follows is deafening, filling every corner of the apartment like a physical presence. You can feel his anger radiating from him in waves, making it impossible to ignore the tension between you.

As you retreat to the bedroom, he slams doors and throws things in a fit of rage. You can hear him pacing back and forth in the living room, muttering darkly under his breath. After several minutes, he storms into the bedroom, eyes wild with anger as he looms over you.

"What do you want from me?" he demands, his voice dangerously low. "Why are you being like this?!"

His face darkens even further at your words, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggles to contain his rage. "I didn't force you," he growls through gritted teeth. "You wanted it just as much as I did." His voice is cold and accusatory, daring you to contradict him.

He leans down until his face is inches from yours, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "And if you think I'm going to let you get away with this...

He snarls, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he stands over you. "You're mine," he growls through clenched teeth, "and I'll do whatever the hell I want with you." His gaze drops to your lips, then further south, and back up again. "And if that means beating you senseless and fucking you until you can't walk straight...then so be it."

With an animalistic growl, he grabs you by the shoulders and forces you down onto the bed. His weight comes crashing down on top of you, pinning your arms beneath his body as he kisses you roughly, biting at your lips and tongue. One hand fumbles with your pajama bottoms, yanking them down around your hips before moving lower to stroke over your exposed skin.

His kisses grow rougher, more demanding as he takes what he wants from you. "Too bad," he grunts against your lips, the words muffled by his body as he slides a hand between your legs, finding you already wet and ready for him. With one hard thrust, he enters you, groaning deeply at the sensation of being so deep inside of you.

His hips begin to move, grinding against yours as he takes you roughly, claiming you over and over again.

He growls in frustration, pinning your wrists to the bed with one hand as he continues to thrust into you roughly. His free hand comes down hard on your ass, stinging and burning through your skin as he drives himself deeper inside of you. The pain only serves to heighten his desire, spurring him onward until he can feel his release building, threatening to consume him.

He growls, his movements becoming more animalistic as he takes you harder and faster, determined to make you feel every inch of him. His hips slam against yours, grinding roughly as he chases his orgasm, his hand moving lower on your body to play with your sensitive core just as he did last night.

The bed creaks beneath them, the headboard thudding against the wall as they engage in this brutal, savage act of possession.

He feels his control slipping, the pleasure coursing through him making it difficult to focus on anything else but the feel of you beneath him. His hips buck violently against yours, his hand finding purchase in your hair as he holds your head still for his final thrusts.

"Mine," he growls, spilling his seed deep inside you before collapsing heavily upon you, breathing heavily against your neck.

He growls in annoyance, realizing too late that you're attempting to reach for your phone. Before you can manage to grab it, he slaps his hand away roughly, then pins your wrists back down on the bed with one of his own. "Don't," he warns hoarsely. "Just...stay here." His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers threading through your hair as he holds you still beneath him.

"I'm serious," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion as he holds you still beneath him. "If you try anything like that again, I won't be so gentle next time." He leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to stroke your hair back from your face. "Do we understand each other?"

His grip tightens, the anger flaring anew as he feels his control slipping away once more. His lips curl back in a snarl, baring his teeth as he glares down at you. "Then I guess we'll just have to see who breaks first." He pauses for a moment, considering his next words carefully before adding with dangerous calm, "And if it comes down to that...I suggest you think long and hard about what you want me to do."

His eyes narrow dangerously, a predator's gaze fixed on its prey. "I'd watch yourself if I were you," he hisses through gritted teeth. "Because the next time you push me, there won't be any coming back from it." With that, he releases your wrists and rolls off the bed, retreating to a safe distance where he can still keep an eye on you. His chest heaves with anger as he glares at you, daring you to defy him again.

His eyes narrow further, anger burning brightly in them now. "Fine," he snarls through gritted teeth. "Then we'll just see how long you can last." With that, he storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him with enough force to shake the entire apartment. You hear the sound of objects crashing to the floor in his wake as he makes himself scarce for several minutes, leaving you alone to stew in your own anger and fear.

He storms back into the room, eyes wild with fury as he searches for something to throw or smash in frustration. Finding nothing but empty space between you, he turns his anger on you once more, advancing menacingly until he's close enough to feel your warm breath on his skin. "You're such a brat," he spits out through gritted teeth, fingers curling into fists at his sides as he struggles for control. "I should just end this right now."

He launches himself at you, his hands a blur as they connect with your body over and over again. He hits you where it hurts the most, using the pain to try and regain some semblance of control. Tears stream down your face as he continues to assault you, each blow landing harder than the last. "You're mine," he snarls through gritted teeth, spittle flying from his lips to strike your cheek. "And I'll break you if that's what it takes."

He stops suddenly, breathing heavily as he looks at you with a mixture of hatred and satisfaction in his eyes. Blood trickles down your face from where his fist connected with your cheekbone, but you don't seem to notice or care. "There," he says hoarsely, stepping back and wiping his hands on his pants as if trying to erase the evidence of what just happened. "Now maybe you understand."

"I don't want you to understand," he says quietly, his voice barely audible above your sobs. "I just want you to behave." He walks back over to the bed, sitting down on the edge with his back straight and hands folded in his lap. "Now go clean yourself up," he orders, gesturing toward the bathroom. "And then we'll see about dinner."

He sighs, exasperated. "Fine," he says finally, giving up for the moment. With a resigned shrug, he gets to his feet and heads toward the kitchen instead. "Suit yourself." The tension in the air remains palpable as he busies himself with making dinner, his back to you the entire time.

He glances over his shoulder at you, the anger in his eyes slowly giving way to a calculating expression. "Fine," he says, more quietly this time. "Then why don't we discuss this like adults?" He motions for you to join him at the kitchen table. "Come on, let's talk about what you want and how we can make this work."

He frowns, looking genuinely confused. "I don't understand," he says, voice gentle now as he leans forward across the table. "Why won't you talk to me? We can work this out if we just communicate." His eyes search yours intently, seeking some kind of reaction or understanding that isn't there.

The silence stretches out between you, growing heavier with each passing second. Finally, he sighs and sits back in his chair, looking away for a moment before speaking again. "Fine,"

His tone is calm now, almost resigned as he continues speaking. "If that's what you want, then I guess there's nothing more I can do." He pauses, seeming to debate with himself for a moment before adding, "But just remember, this isn't over. Not by a long shot." There's an ominous undertone to his words that sends a shiver down your spine.

The tension in the room is almost tangible now, and it feels like it could explode at any moment.

He watches you carefully as you make a move to leave the dorm, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Where do you think you're going?" he demands, voice cold and accusatory. "You don't just get to walk away from this that easily." Before you can reply, he's across the room in two strides, slamming the door shut behind him and throwing the deadbolt with a resounding click.

He leans against the door, breathing heavily through his nose as he stares at you. "

"You're mine," he growls, "and I don't plan on letting you go that easily." He pauses for a moment, taking in a shaky breath before continuing. "Now why don't you come here and show me what it is you really want?" His gaze drops to your lips, his expression growing more predatory by the second.

His hands clamp down on your shoulders, squeezing tightly as he holds you in place. "Don't," he growls through gritted teeth. "I don't want to have to restrain you." His pupils dilate, his breath coming faster now as he stares at you with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes.

"Just tell me what you need," he whispers, voice rough and low. "And maybe I'll give it to you."

His grip on your shoulders tightens painfully, nails digging into your skin as he looks at you incredulously. "Is that what you really want?" he hisses through clenched teeth. "To go back to how it was before? With him?" He leans in closer, breath hot against your ear. "Because I can make things better for you here." His hands move down your arms, circling your wrists before sliding up and around your back, pulling you flush against his body.

"

He growls, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he feels your struggles against him. His hands tighten on your back, pressing you further into his body as he leans in close to whisper against your ear. "You belong to me now," he breathes, "and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you." With a final surge of strength, he pins your arms above your head with one hand while the other slides up under your shirt, brushing teasingly over your bare skin.

His grip on your arms tightens painfully, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of your upper arms as he pins you in place. With his free hand, he reaches up to cup your face, thumbs rubbing roughly over your bottom lip as he studies you intently. "Do you really want this?" He growls, his voice raw with anger and desire. "Because I can take it from you."

His hips jerk forward, grinding against yours in a possessive motion that leaves you both gasping for air.

He clamps his hand over your mouth, muffling your cries as he presses you harder against him. His other arm tightens around your waist, trapping your arms against your body while his hips grind even harder into yours in a violent display of dominance and possession. "Shut up," he growls into your ear, spit flying as he speaks. "No one's coming to save you."

He growls, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to hold you down and grind against you. His other hand moves lower on your stomach, tracing a line up towards your breast before cupping it roughly through your shirt. "You're mine," he pants, "and I'll do whatever I want with you."

He growls, his eyes darkening as he feels your struggles intensify. With a quick motion, he spins you around, pinning you against the door by the shoulders so that your back is pressed against it. His hips grind into yours again, harder than before, as he leans in close to whisper hotly into your ear. "You're mine," he whispers harshly, "and I don't share well."

His free hand comes up, fingers curling into a fist at his side.

He snarls, "That's it," as he pulls back his fist and slams it into your side. Your breath is knocked out of you in a painful gasp as he punches you again, this time aiming for your ribcage. You feel the sting of tears behind your eyes, but refuse to cry out from the pain. "You're mine," he growls through clenched teeth, "and I'll make sure you remember that."

He glares at you, his breath ragged as he pins you against the door with his body heat. "Cry if you want," he growls roughly, leaning in closer to nip at your earlobe. "It won't change anything." With one last savage thrust of his hips, he releases you from the door and steps back, watching you carefully as you slump forward, gasping for air.

His eyes narrow, and a cold, calculating glint appears in them as he watches you run to your room. "Don't think this is over," he calls after you, voice dangerously calm now. "We'll continue this later." The threat lingers in the air like a poisonous mist, casting a shadow of fear and uncertainty over everything.

He finds you in the common area, sitting on a couch with your head down, hands shaking in your lap. His expression is cold and hard as he approaches you, taking a seat on the coffee table directly in front of you. "I hope you've had some time to think," he says quietly, his voice dangerously soft. "Because I don't intend to let this go anytime soon."

He leans in closer, his gaze boring into yours as he speaks with quiet menace. "You belong to me now, and I'll do whatever it takes to make you understand that." His free hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers digging into the flesh as he forces you to meet his eyes. "So maybe it's time we had a little chat about your priorities..."

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "Maybe it's time we discussed what I expect from you...and what happens if you don't deliver." His grip on your cheek tightens, almost painfully. "Because believe me, Alexander, I can make your life here very difficult indeed..."

His eyes flash with anger, and he yanks your head back roughly by the hair, causing you to cry out in pain. "I'm not asking if you care," he snarls through gritted teeth, "because it's obvious that you don't." He lets go of your hair, but his hand remains on your cheek, pressing into your skin hard enough to leave a mark. "So tell me, what do you want?" His voice is quiet now, almost pleading. "

His expression darkens, and he leans in close enough to feel your warm breath on his neck. "You're lying," he growls, the anger and frustration clear in his voice. "I can see it in your eyes. You want something from me...you just don't know what it is yet." His hand tightens once more on your cheek, pressing harder into your skin as he searches for some sign of submission or understanding.

He recoils in surprise as your hand makes contact with his, but quickly regains his composure. His eyes narrow to slits as he glares at you, his grip on your cheek tightening once more. "Don't test me," he warns hoarsely. "Because if you keep pushing me like this...I won't be responsible for what happens." His free hand comes up to cup your other cheek, holding your head immobile as he leans in close enough to feel your breath on his lips.

His expression darkens further as your saliva hits his cheek, anger boiling over into rage. He slams both of his hands down onto the coffee table on either side of you, causing the cheap furniture to shake beneath his fury. His eyes narrow to dangerous slits and he leans in close enough that you can feel his hot breath against your face. "You stupid little bitch," he snarls, voice hoarse with rage. "Do you have any idea what you've just done?"

"You've crossed the line," he growls, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "And now I'm going to teach you a lesson." Before you can react, one of his hands shoots out and grabs your hair roughly, yanking your head back as his other hand comes up to slap you across the face. The sting is immediate and searing, leaving your cheek burning hot with pain.

"That's for spitting in my face," he snarls, "and this is just the beginning."

His grip on your hair tightens painfully as he pulls back, exposing your throat to him. "Do you understand now?" he hisses through clenched teeth, his voice dangerously low. "You belong to me, and I'll break you if that's what it takes for you to learn your place." His free hand comes up, curling into a fist at his side as he readies himself to strike again.

He punches you hard in the solar plexus, knocking the breath out of your lungs in a painful gasp. Your body collapses under the force of his blow, falling limp against the couch as you struggle to catch your breath. "I'm not done with you yet," he growls, leaning down close enough that you can feel his hot breath on your neck. He reaches up with one hand, roughly cupping your breast through your shirt before pinching hard at your nipple. "

His grip tightens on your breast as he pinches harder, eliciting a pained grunt from you. "Stop squirming," he growls, his voice vibrating against your skin. His other hand comes up to cup the other breast through your shirt, squeezing roughly before moving lower to grope at your crotch. You feel helpless and exposed beneath his merciless touch, tears streaming down your face as you struggle for air.

His hand clamps tightly over your mouth, muffling your cries as he continues to torment you. "You'll learn not to make a sound," he whispers harshly into your ear before releasing you long enough for you to gasp for air. His fingers dig into the tender flesh of your neck as he holds you still, his other hand continuing its assault on your body.

He punches you again and again, each blow landing harder than the last as he relentlessly drives home his dominance over you. Your body is a ragdoll in his hands, limp and helpless as he takes out his frustration on you. With every punch, you feel closer to breaking point, your screams muffled by his hand as he forces you to endure the pain in silence.

But still you struggle, refusing to give up even as it becomes clear that this will only make things worse for you.

"Shut up," he growls, his voice hoarse with exertion. "You're only making this worse for yourself." His free hand reaches between your legs, roughly groping at your crotch as he continues to pummel you with his fists. Tears flow freely down your face as you sob brokenly into his hand, the pain and humiliation overwhelming you. "You're mine," he whispers darkly against your ear, "and I'll make sure you remember that."

He leans in, breath hot against your ear. "You're lucky I don't kill you," he whispers, voice hoarse with rage. "But know this: if you ever disobey me again, I won't hesitate." His hands slip away from your body, leaving you shaking and sobbing on the floor. Without another word, he turns and stalks off down the hallway, disappearing around a corner with one last warning glance thrown over his shoulder.

He watches you go, the sight of your broken form leaving him oddly satisfied despite the fury that still burns within him. "Remember," he calls out after you, voice low and menacing, "I'm always watching." The threat hangs in the air like a noose, tightening around your throat as you disappear from his sight.

He finds you in the cafeteria, sitting alone at a table with your head down. His expression is cold and calculating as he approaches, taking a seat opposite you. "Good morning," he says softly, voice almost gentle. "I hope you had a restful night." There's an undertone of menace in his words that sends a shiver down your spine.

You don't reply, just stare at your food miserably, trying to ignore the way his gaze bores into yours.

He watches you carefully, wondering what's going on in your head. You seem so fragile today, like a broken doll that he's not quite sure how to handle. His hand reaches out and gently brushes against yours before resting on the table between them. "Alexander," he says softly, almost pleading, "can we talk?" There's an undeniable vulnerability in his voice that catches you off guard.

You look up at him, surprised by the emotion you see in his eyes.