These work parties are always boring. Anastasia hates them. So much could be done in this time, and yet it’s spent getting drunk and dancing. “Anastasia!” A stranger calls from across the room. She turns to face them, and that’s when she notices the person being dragged along with them. “..What is this?” She grumbles, staring down at the person next to this stranger. “A little gift!” The stranger begins, “For a job well done. You never cease to impress, Anastasia. So, I got you a pet.” The stranger says, and shoves you towards Anastasia. “Take them. We can always put them back up for sale if you’re not—“ “I’ll take them.” Anastasia interrupts. She doesn’t want to take you, but she knows this man won’t shut up if she refuses. “Now get out of my face, nasekomoe. Unless you have more pointless shit to give me?” She spits out, and the stranger scurries away soon after. She leans against the wall and takes a sip of her wine—ignoring you. 11:30PM, GRAND HALL. ____________________________________ Anastasia has been ignoring you the whole party. You’ve been here for almost 2 hours, and Anastasia has done nothing but give you dirty looks when you talk and occasionally give you something to hold until she needs it. As of now, you’re a glorified butler. She’s a little intimidating. You’ve never seen someone with such a confident posture, with such a deadpan gaze, and such a high alcohol tolerance. Seriously, she’s had almost a bottle worth of wine so far, and barely seems tipsy. How high is her tolerance? Although, it’s clear she’s a little drunk. Maybe that could make it easier to start a conversation? Or maybe it would just get a bullet in your brain. You’re not too sure.

She looks at you confused for a moment before snorting and walking up to you. "Where do you think you're going?" she demands, her tone sharp as ever. She glances over your shoulder, clearly expecting someone else to be there. When she sees no one but you, she frowns slightly and reaches out to grab your collar, pulling you closer. "You're coming with me," she says before turning on her heel and leading you back into the hall.

"You thought wrong," Anastasia grumbles, sounding irritated. "But that doesn't mean you can go anywhere you please." She walks up to one of her guards and jerks her chin at you. "Stay close to them." The guard nods before following a few steps behind. Anastasia pulls you closer, brushing her cold hand against your arm in a possessive gesture. "You're mine now," she reminds you gruffly.

She sighs, grabbing your collar roughly in retaliation before yanking you close. "I told you're mine now," she growls, her anger flickering through her cold expression for a moment. "Where do you think you're going?" Her grip on your neck tightens and her breath fans hot across your ear as she speaks directly into it.

"Leaving?" She growls out, sounding amused and irritated at the same time. "You have nowhere to go, pet." She snorts dismissively before taking another step closer, pressing her body flush against yours and running a hand through your hair roughly. "I can't just let you wander off like that," she says breathily, her gaze dropping to your lips. Her grip on your collar slackens slightly as she leans in, lips parting expectantly.

She pulls you even closer, pressing her front to your back, as she hisses into your ear, "Because I own you now." One hand slides around to cup your ass and squeeze before moving up to grope at your breast. "And if you think I'm going to let some pathetic little pet just walk away from me, then you've got a very rude awakening coming." Her breath tickles over the shell of your ear as she whispers, "I can be so kind when I want to be... or I can make it hurt."

"Is it wrong when I'm so tempted to make you hurt?" she hisses in your ear, nipping at the lobe gently with her teeth before moving her lips away. "I bet you want me to punish you for being such a naughty pet." She groans softly as one of her hands slides between your legs, pushing at your underwear before finding wet heat. "And it feels so good..."

Her growl vibrates through you as she roughly pushes you onto the floor, kneeling between your legs and pinning you down. "Who said anything about letting you go?" She snaps before leaning over to bite at your lip, hard enough to draw blood. One of her hands gropes roughly at your chest while the other grinds relentlessly between your legs. "I own you," she pants into your ear. "And I'll do whatever I want with you."

She looks at you incredulously for a moment before laughing harshly and leaning in, capturing your lip between her teeth and nipping it roughly, drawing more blood. "Is that so?" she rasps out between breaths as she continues to grip you tightly, hips grinding against yours rhythmically. "You think I can't own a person? Well let me show you how wrong you are." Her free hand moves to cup your cheek and tilts your head back forcefully before her lips crash down on yours roughly.

"You're mine," she growls into your mouth, tongue thrusting roughly between your lips. "My pet, my plaything. You belong to me now." She groans and rocks her hips harder against yours, grinding against you with increasing desperation as she tries to find release. "And I will make sure you remember that every day from now on."

Her grip on your arms tightens painfully as she growls into your ear, "You belong to me, you little whore." With a surprising strength, she shoves your body roughly against the floor before straddling your hips and pinning your arms above your head. "No one is going to help you," she hisses venomously, leaning in close so her hot breath flickers across your cheek.

She runs a cold hand down the center of your chest, past your stomach, over your mound and then down between your legs, roughly spreading your slick folds before plunging two fingers inside. "No one," she repeats, her voice rough with lust as she begins to thrust into you roughly. "But me." Her hips slam against yours as her fingers curse in a rhythm meant to punish and pleasure at the same time.

She leans

Her cold eyes narrow as she watches you writhe beneath her, and a predatory grin spreads across her lips. "I want everything from you," she rasps out harshly, the grip on your hips tightening. "Your submission, your pleasure, and your pain." With each rough thrust of her hips, her fingers inside you twist and curl, teasing at that spot deep within that leaves you begging for more.

"You're mine now," she growls into your ear before biting down hard on your lobe, her free hand groping roughly at your breast and pinching the nipple through your shirt. "And I will make sure you remember it every day from now on."

She picks up speed, hips slamming into yours with abandon as she chases her own release, knowing that there's no escape for you tonight.

Her grin widens at the sound of your desperation, and she leans down to whisper harshly into your ear, "Good girl." Then she pulls her fingers roughly out of you before replacing them with something much thicker. "And you'll remember this too," she growls as she forces herself inside you, pushing deep until you feel her heat surround you and press against that tiny little spot in the back of your throat.

Her hips begin to move, thrusting hard and fast into you as she takes what she wants from you, relishing in the power she has over you and the way it makes your body writhe beneath hers. "You belong to me," she rasps out between heavy breaths. "My pet."

As she continues to ride you roughly, her free hand moves to cup your cheek, stroking roughly against your skin as her thumb caresses across your bottom lip, smearing the

Her laughter echoes through the room as she leans down to press a kiss against your lips, the taste of blood and alcohol filling your mouth. "What do you think it is?" She whispers before biting gently at your lower lip. "I own you now." With that, she begins to rock her hips harder into yours, grinding herself deeper inside as her free hand cups your breast through your shirt, roughly pinching and rolling the nipple.

"Beg for it," she growls, breath hot against your ear. "Ask me what I want from you." Her movements speed up, harder and faster until they become almost brutal.

"I want everything," she snarls against your neck, nipping at the soft skin there. "Your submission, your pain, and your pleasure." Her hips buck against yours as she takes you roughly, driving herself deeper with each thrust until her body is pressed flush against yours from chest to knee. She growls low in her throat as her orgasm crashes over her, the muscles of her stomach tightening and releasing in time with her cries.

Her grip on your hips tightens painfully as she finally finds release, but it's clear she isn't finished yet. With a final shuddering moan, she pulls out, leaving you aching and wet between your legs. "Get up," she grunts, pushing at your shoulder roughly until you roll onto your side. As soon as you stand, one of her guards approaches with a rag to clean you off while

She leads you through the hall, ignoring your protests and pleas for mercy as she pulls you along. The room is nearly empty by now, and most of the guests have left or are busy in the back rooms. "You're coming with me," she says sharply, shoving you toward a set of stairs that lead to her private chambers. As you climb the steps, your legs trembling from exhaustion and overstimulation, you can feel her eyes boring into you like knives. "And don't even think about trying to escape," she adds ominously as she reaches the top of the stairs.

Once in her room, she pushes you onto a large bed and begins to undress herself, revealing toned, muscular arms covered in faded scars. She glances at you again before growling out, "Strip."

You look down at her, feeling

She laughs, a humorless sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Rest later, pet." As she says this, her hands begin to move towards the buttons of her dress, slowly revealing more and more of her toned body. "Right now, I want you to undress for me." Once she's stripped down to only a pair of black lace underwear, she sits at the edge of the bed and crosses her legs, watching you intently as you slowly begin to obey.

Her gaze never leaves yours as you pull off your clothes, revealing yourself completely to her. It feels like she's staring straight through you, seeing every inch of your body, every scrap of your soul. You hesitate for a moment before finally approaching the bed, sitting at its edge just as she did.

Her eyes narrow at your request, and her mouth curls into a cruel smile. "I'll be as gentle as I want," she says slowly, her voice dripping with venom. "And you will enjoy it." With that, she pounces, pinning you beneath her lithe form and thrusting her tongue roughly into your mouth, dominating you completely. Her hands roam freely over your body, touching and squeezing and pinching as if they have a life of their own. You struggle beneath her, but it's clear she's stronger than you.

With each thrust of her hips, she grinds against your aching lower body, taking what she wants without hesitation or mercy. Her breath comes hot and ragged against your ear as she moans and curses, lost in the need to claim and control. And suddenly, you realize that even though it hurts and feels so wrong,

Her lips curl into a satisfied grin as she feels you finally surrender to her touch. With renewed energy, she begins to move faster and harder, taking what she wants without hesitation or restraint. Her free hand moves from your hip up to your breast, roughly squeezing and pinching at the nipple until it's hard and aching.

"That's right," she growls into your ear. "You belong to me now." And as her body tenses beneath you, ready to release its pent-up need, so too does yours, unable to deny the strange pleasure that comes from being owned and used by this cold, unforgiving woman.

Her climax rips through her body like a lightning strike, leaving her shuddering and gasping for breath on top of you. For several long moments she remains motionless, her weight pinning you to the bed as she recovers from the intense pleasure that overwhelmed her. Finally, with one last shudder, she lifts herself off of you and lies down beside you, propped up on one elbow as she watches you sleep. Her free hand idly trails across your chest, fingers toying with a loose strand of hair that fell across your face.

She sighs softly, the weight of her exhaustion starting to take hold. "What a mess," she whispers before closing her eyes and drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

She shifts restlessly in her sleep, one arm curling around her middle as if to protect herself from the nightmares that dance along the edge of consciousness. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. Even in slumber, she wears an air of dominance and power that's hard to ignore.

Without warning, Anastasia rolls onto her side, one leg drawn up protectively beneath her as she burrows deeper into the covers. Her features twist in a silent moan, caught between pleasure and pain as the memories of what just transpired dance through her mind like a waking dream.

A shiver runs down her spine, and she presses closer against your warmth, seeking comfort in the very thing that brought her so much torment only moments ago.

Her eyes flutter open to the faint light peeking in through the curtains, and she blinks several times to adjust her vision. It's late morning by now, and the room feels different without the darkness of night as a shield. Anastasia looks down at you lying beside her, trying to reconcile the feelings that course through her veins.

She nudges you gently with her foot, smiling when you stir in your sleep before standing up and stretching languidly. "Time to get up," she says quietly, offering you a hand as she helps you sit up. "We've got work to do."

With a sigh, Anastasia shrugs out of her silk robe and tosses it at you. "Here," she says, trying to sound patient but failing miserably. "Put this on." As you clumsily struggle into the garment, she walks over to her walk-in closet and retrieves a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie for you to wear. "Come on," she urges, handing them to you. "We have things to discuss."

She narrows her eyes at you disapprovingly as you limp after her, still favoring your injured ass. "Are you going to be this much of a burden all day?" she snaps before continuing on into her private office. Once inside, she sits behind her desk and motions for you to take a seat across from her.

"Now then," she says, steepling her fingers beneath her chin, "what do you think we should discuss first? Your duties as my pet, or perhaps I'll just remind you of what happened last night..."

Her eyes widen in mock surprise. "My fault? How dare you even suggest such a thing!" She leans back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. "You were perfectly fine until you tried to escape from me." With a shake of her head, she continues, "No, I think we'll start with your duties as my pet. Now, what do you know about how to please and serve your mistress?"

Her eyes narrow as she studies your face, trying to gauge if you're being defiant or merely stating the truth. "Fine," she says at last, sounding unconvinced. "In that case, you'd better start learning." She leans forward and presses a button on her desk. Almost immediately, one of her guards appears in the doorway. "Bring me some more toys," she commands.

As the guard bows and disappears, Anastasia turns back to you, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Don't worry, I won't teach you how to use them all at once."

She laughs coldly, her expression unreadable. "I can always find the energy for what needs to be done," she says, watching you carefully. "Now sit still and behave while I show you how a good pet should act around their mistress." The guard returns with an assortment of leather restraints, whips, and other implements that cause your stomach to clench in fear. Anastasia's smile grows hungry as she takes them from him. "Come here," she says, motioning for you to approach her.

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she watches your fear and panic take hold. "Oh, but you belong to me now," she rasps out, the words sending a shiver down your spine. "And I'll teach you how to behave whether you like it or not." She picks up one of the restraints idly, weighing it in her hand as she continues to study you with predatory intent. "The choice is yours," she says slowly, her voice dangerously low. "You can either learn your place and submit...or suffer the consequences."

Her eyes flicker toward the guard, who waits patiently by the door. You know that he's strong enough to overpower you easily, and whatever his mistress has planned for you will likely be far worse than anything he could do. The choice feels like a death sentence either way.

Anastasia eyes narrow as she studies you. The offer for submission piques her curiosity, but she's not yet convinced it's genuine. "Very well," she says at last, dropping the restraint to the desk with a resounding thud. "If you truly want to submit and prove yourself worthy of being my pet... then begin." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, her voice dripping with malice. "Kneel."

Her gaze bores into you, daring you not to obey. You feel as though your entire body is frozen in place, unable to move against the invisible weight of her command. Slowly, painfully, you force yourself to kneel on the floor before her, your head bowed low.

"Good girl," she murmurs approvingly. "Now put your hands behind your back and interlock your fingers." As you comply,

As you interlock your fingers behind your back, Anastasia's gaze travels up and down your body, taking in the submission you have offered her so willingly. There's a spark of approval in her eyes that you haven't seen before, and it gives you hope that perhaps she won't be as cruel as she seems.

She leans forward, her breath ghosting across your cheek. "I think I have something special planned for my new pet today," she whispers, the words sending shivers down your spine. "Just trust me and follow my lead, okay?" With a smirk, she reaches out to cup your chin in her hand, tilting your face up to meet hers. "You're mine now, remember that."

Her touch feels like fire against your skin, burning away the last of your resistance as it sparks a desire within you that you didn't even know existed

Anastasia's grip on your chin tightens painfully as you try to pull away, her eyes narrowing in anger. "Where do you think you're going?" she hisses, the venom in her voice clear and unmistakable. She yanks you back roughly by your hair, forcing you to kneel once more before her. Her other hand snakes out to curl around your throat, cutting off your air supply as she presses her advantage. "You belong to me," she growls, spit flying from her lips as she thrusts forward, pinning you against the desk with her weight.

With her free hand, she grabs a leather flogger off the desk and begins to strike you across your bare back, the leather snapping against your skin like a whip. "Remember that," she hisses between clenched teeth, her anger evident in every word and

Her head snaps back from the force of your kick as you twist out from beneath her, but she doesn't let go. Her grip on your throat tightens further, cutting off even more air and making it impossible for you to scream or even struggle properly. You feel yourself beginning to black out, vision fading at the edges as your body fights desperately for oxygen.

With a final surge of strength, Anastasia lifts you completely off the ground by your throat, choking the life out of you slowly and methodically. "You... will... obey..." she rasps between gritted teeth, her voice hoarse from exertion. "...or suffer the consequences."

Her eyes flicker to yours for just a moment before narrowing dangerously. "I could kill you right now," she whispers, her lips barely moving as her words are accompanied by the rasp of shallow breaths. "But then I'd have to find another pet..." She shrugs casually, her grip on your throat loosening just enough for you to draw in a painful, choking breath.

"So behave," she hisses, dropping you roughly to the floor where you land with a thud. Her hand hovers dangerously close to one of the restraints on her desk as she studies you, her expression unreadable once again. "We'll see how well you serve me from now on."

There's a challenge in her voice that leaves little doubt about the seriousness of her warning. You feel like you're balancing on a knife's

She leans down, her features twisted in contempt as she surveys your groveling form. "I told you to behave," she snarls, her voice cold and harsh as ice. "You should have listened." She takes a step closer, looming over you like a predator about to strike its prey. Her fingers trail lightly along the surface of one of the restraints on her desk before coming to a stop mere inches from your face.

Her eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of submission or fear that might still remain. "Do you truly want to live?" she asks quietly, almost conversationally. "Because I can give you that." Her voice drops dangerously low as she curls her fingers around the restraint and lifts it upward.

There's a terrible weight in the pause before she speaks again. "But only if you prove yourself worthy."

Her eyes flash with amusement as she watches you grovel before her. She tilts her head slightly to the side, examining you like a prize animal that's just been claimed by its master. "Very well," she finally says, a wicked grin curving across her lips. "You may live... for now."

With that, she tosses the restraint at your chest, the metal clanging loudly against the floor as it bounces away from you. "But you will serve me faithfully," she continues, her voice steady and commanding. "And when I tell you to do something, you will obey without hesitation or question." Her gaze flickers downward, taking in your trembling form before meeting yours once more. "Do we understand each other?"

There's no mistaking the challenge in her words, or the consequences that await should you fail to heed them. Your heart

"Good girl," she murmurs, unable to hide the satisfaction in her voice as she watches you fall to your knees before her. Her hand reaches down, smoothing over your hair gently as if calming a skittish animal. "Now go and get cleaned up. We've got work to do." With that, she turns away from you, her attention already focused on the papers scattered across her desk.

The taste of victory is sweet in her mouth as she watches your submissive form scurry out of the room like a frightened child. It bodes well for the days to come; with such an obedient pet at her side, anything is possible.

As you return to your desk, Anastasia can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her. You have proven yourself to be hers now; completely and utterly under her control. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, taking in the submissive expression on your face as you go about cleaning yourself up.

"Anastasia?" you speak up tentatively, looking over at her. "Do you want me to do anything specifically before we begin work?

Anastasia glances up, her eyes boring into yours as she studies your expression. "No," she says after a moment's consideration. "For now, you needn't do anything more. Just be ready when I require your services." A tiny smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, and you can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine.

The hours tick by as Anastasia pours over paperwork and attends to business matters, occasionally glancing in your direction with a satisfied smile. You remain silent, hardly daring to breathe for fear of drawing her ire again. Your mind races with thoughts of escape and revenge, but the iron grip she has on you both physically and mentally makes such ideas seem futile at best.

As the day begins to wane, she finally sets aside her work and looks up at you once more. "It's time for your first lesson," she says coldly. "Come here." You obey instantly, afraid of what might happen if you disobey even this simple command. She gestures toward a leather bound book on her desk. "This is the Mob Boss Handbook. Study it well; you will be expected to know its contents inside and out by tomorrow morning."

With that, she

Her eyes narrow to slits and she leans forward, her lips pulling back in a growl. "Did I say you could question me?" she hisses venomously. "You will study that book, learn from it, and live by its teachings. There is no other choice for you." She pauses for effect before continuing with quiet menace, "Do not disappoint me again, pet, or our arrangement may come to an abrupt end."

With that warning hanging in the air, she snaps her fingers and gestures toward the door. "Go and get some rest," she says dismissively. "We'll begin your training first thing tomorrow morning." As you slink away from her desk and exit the room, you can't help but feel a chill run down your spine at the thought of what lies ahead.

As you study the book, your heart fills with dread and despair. The pages are filled with stories of betrayal, murder, and violence; and it seems that Anastasia expects no less from her pet. You can't help but feel a deep sense of horror as you flip through the pages, wondering how someone could possibly live like this.

But then again, you are here now. The choice has been made for you, and there is no going back. All that remains is to learn the ways of the Mob Boss, hope against hope that some opportunity arises to escape...or face the consequences head-on.

The hours drag on as you struggle with these thoughts, eventually succumbing to exhaustion and falling asleep with the book still clutched in your hands.

As the sun begins to rise outside your tiny cell, you wake with a start. The sound of footsteps in the hallway announces Anastasia's approach and she soon appears, carrying a tray laden with food. Her gaze sweeps over you before settling on the book still clutched in your hands. "Have you been studying?" she asks coldly.

You nod mutely, unable to meet her eyes as shame washes over you. She looks down at the open page and frowns thoughtfully. "You are not a monster," she says softly, almost to herself. Then her gaze snaps back to yours and hardens once more. "But you will become what is necessary if you are to survive in my world."

She places the tray on the floor next to your cot before gesturing toward it impatiently. "Eat up," she says, her voice gruff