Chapter 18

Olivia knew the Mistress was right, her body trembling with exhaustion. But she couldn't give up, she couldn't let the Mistress win. She summoned up every last bit of energy she had, her movements becoming more frantic. The shadows coiled tighter, the creature seemingly growing stronger. The Mistress chuckled, her voice now a cold, gloating whisper. "And there it is," she said, "the moment when the hope and the fight die in your eyes. You're beaten. You know it. You just won't...admit it."

Olivia could feel the despair creeping into her heart, her body feeling heavy and drained. She struggled to keep moving, to keep fighting, but it was growing harder and harder. The Mistress continued to mock, her voice taking on a gloating, almost victorious tone. "This is the end," she chuckled. "The moment when you surrender, when you accept your defeat. You're weak, Olivia. You're...hopeless."

Olivia fought against the despair, her mind stubbornly refusing to accept defeat. But her body was growing too weak to continue fighting. The creature's shadows coiled tighter, the pressure almost unbearable. The Mistress's voice echoed in her ears, a cold, sinister whisper. "Give up, dear Olivia," she hissed, her tone filled with sadistic joy. "This is the end. You've lost. You're mine, forever. Accept it."

Olivia was on the verge of collapse, her body shaking with exhaustion and despair. The shadows were crushing her now, holding her in a vice-like grip. The Mistress chuckled, her voice a mocking, victorious whisper. "You're beaten, Olivia," she hissed, her tone growing more and more gloating. "You've lost. You can't fight any longer. You're...mine. Mine, forever. Say it. Say you belong to me."

Olivia was at her limit, the despair and exhaustion overwhelming. She could feel the Mistress's gaze, watching her, waiting for her to break. The shadows coiled tighter around her, the creature seemingly feeding on the despair in her heart. The Mistress's voice echoed in her ears, more and more victorious. "Say it," she commanded, her tone now more demanding. "Say you belong to me. Say you're mine. Say it! Say it now!"

Olivia was at the end of her rope, her strength and hope almost completely gone. She could feel the Mistress's cold, cruel gaze on her, feel the creature's shadows squeezing the life out of her. With a final shiver, Olivia's voice came out, weak and trembling. "I...belong to you," she whispered, her words barely audible. "I'm...yours."

A triumphant smile spread across the Mistress's face, her eyes glowing with a cruel, satisfied light. She chuckled, her voice now full of victorious gloating. "Good," she hissed, her tone now laced with deep, sadistic satisfaction. "You finally admit it. You belong to me. You're mine. You always...have been."