ch9 desires

The air in the warden's office is tense as a no-nonsense man in a tailored black suit strides in. His polished shoes clack against the floor, his sharp gaze cutting across the room before settling on the Warden, Katherine. Without hesitation, he walks to her and extends his hand.

"Agent Vince from the supernatural department." he says curtly.

Katherine rises from her chair, her handshake firm. "Katherine. Warden of this prison. Please, have a seat."

They sit, the tension between them thick.

Vince leans forward slightly. "I was briefed about your situation. This… Phantom group. What's this story?"

Katherine exhales, her jaw tightening. "I don't believe in ghosts, if that's what you're asking. I guess, someone's stirring trouble, using the idea of a Phantom to sow fear and chaos. My officers haven't been able to identify the culprit. But there's have been scenes that can't be..."

"Normal." Vince nods, his expression unreadable. "I'll get to the bottom of it. Whether this is a ghost or a person hiding behind theatrics, I'll expose them."

Katherine arches a brow. "You sound confident."

"I am," Vince replies coolly. "But I'll need someone to walk me through the details. Someone who knows everything about this Phantom group."

She presses a button on her desk, summoning a guard. A young officer enters moments later.

"This is Jake," Katherine says. "He's been monitoring the situation closely."

Vince stands, giving Jake a curt nod. "Good. Let's get started."

Without another word, he strides out of the office, Jake hurrying after him.

"Where do we begin, sir?" Jake asks, slightly out of breath.

"With the Phantom," Vince says, his tone resolute.

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Owen is sitting alone on a bench in the yard, his eyes locked on the female prisoners beyond the fence.

Lustful thoughts are stirring within him, a deep craving he's kept hidden for years. But now, with this power, he can achieve them.

"I can have them. Any of them. No one can stop me."

His fingers brush against the stolen handcuffs in his pocket, and a smirk forms on his lips. Rising to his feet, he slips through the yard and into the building unnoticed, his body vanishing into thin air.

Owen heads for the women's restroom, his pulse quickening. He walks inside and his gaze falls on Eva—one of Valeria's gang members—standing at the sink, washing her face.

She has average build, but because she is in Valeria's group, she has been surviving safely. But today, that's not the case.

He watches her closely, waiting patiently for her to finish.

She dries her hands and turns to leave when she feels something cold press against her back.

"Don't scream," Owen whispers, his voice low and menacing. "Do exactly as I say, and you won't get hurt."

Her body stiffens, her breath hitching. "W-who are you? What do you want?"

"Move," he commands, pushing her toward the last toilet stall.

Eva obeys, her steps shaky. He directs her into the last stall and shuts the door behind them. Pulling out the handcuffs, he grabs her wrists and secures them tightly behind her, looping the chain around a pipe on the wall.

"Please," Eva whimpers. "Don't do this—"

"Shut up," Owen snaps, cutting her off. He steps back, pulling out the black cloths from his pocket. He cover her eyes completely and uses it as a gag to silence her

Now, she's bound and helpless, her face pale with fear, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes.

He looks at her, no longer invisible, but it doesn't matter. She's helpless, her wrists now cuffed behind the pipe, her eyes covered and mouth closed.

Owen takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him: a woman, bound and at his mercy. His gaze lingers on her chest, his own breath catching as he takes in the sight, her nipples erect from fear and anticipation.

His hand reaches out, the roughness of his palm brushing against the fabric of her shirt before he gently takes her breast in his hand. His thumb flicks her nipple, and she can't help but let out a muffled whine.

He kisses her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, making her shiver. His free hand traces a line down her body.

Eva tries to resist, but her body responds despite her fear. Her breathing hitches as Owen's hand squeezes her sensitive flesh, his thumbs teasing her nipples into even harder peaks.

His mouth finds hers, and he kisses her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth as his hands continue to roam her body.

He breaks away from the kiss, panting slightly, and then his hand moves lower, brushing against the fabric of her panties.

He barely touches her when she feels a surge of panic and strength.

She can't let this happen, she doesn't want to.

With all her might, she lets out a muffled scream, her body writhing against her restraints. The sound echoes through the bathroom.

"What are you doing? Do you want to die rather than have fun with me?" Owen whispers in her ears, blowing warm breath in them.

But that last act of retaliation doesn't fail her.

"BANG,"

The door to the stall crashes open, hitting Owen in the back, making him stumble ahead. His face sink into her breasts.

Behind the gate stands Valeria, her imposing figure filling the frame. Her eyes dart to Eva, cuffed to the pipe, eyes tied and mouth gagged. And then, land on the faint shimmer of Owen's fading invisibility.

"What the hell is this?" she growls, immediately stepping inside the cramped space.

Owen curses under his breath, his body flickering fully invisible as he tries to retreat. But in this cramped space, he can't even move.

Valeria, having come to freshen up, didn't expected to run into something like this.

Valeria's hand shoots out, grabbing at the Owen's invisible body. Her fingers close around something solid

—his arm.

"Not so fast," she snarls, yanking him out with immense strength. She lifts him with ease, slamming his invisible body into the wall outside the stall.

Owen's invisibility falters from the impact, and he becomes visible, groaning in pain.

Valeria steps out to him, her fists clenched. "Who the hell are you?"

Owen glares at her, his mind racing. His body flickers and vanishes again, but Valeria smirks, quickly stepping to the exit door, closing it.

"This space isn't big enough for you to hide," she taunts, her voice low and dangerous.

Owen doesn't respond, and his hand touches the gun in his pants. He pulls it out, pointing it towards her.

But he doesn't shoot. Having fun fills him with confidence and his desires surfaces again, even in this situation.

"Hands up," Owen speaks, his voice shaky but determined. "I have a gun, and I'm not afraid to use it."

Valeria's smirk doesn't waver. She slowly raises her hands, her eyes narrowing. "You really think you can scare me with that toy?"

"I said, shut up and down not move a muscle, unless you want another hole in your body." Owen shouts, the lust in his mind urging him forward.

He steps closer in his invisible form, pressing the gun barrel against Valeria's huge breast.

Her expression hardens as she feels the cold metal. She can tell what he is thinking.

"You're not going to shoot me," she says, her voice calm but firm.

Owen's lips curl into a sneer. "Don't tempt me. Do what I say, and maybe I won't kill you for sure. Now slowly take your shirt off."

Valeria's eyes flash with fury, and she moves in a blur. Her fist swings up, connecting with Owen's jaw in a brutal uppercut.

Owen stumbles back, turning visible again and the gun slipping from his grip, clattering to the floor.

Valeria doesn't hesitate. She quickly pick up the gun, flipping it in her hand.

"Move again, and I'll blow your head off," she growls, pointing their gun to his head.

Owen raises his hands, his face pale. "Okay, okay! Don't shoot!"

Haha, The situation turned in an instant. Again, the dark desires caused someone to their end.

"Rope," she barks, nodding toward the coil he'd left in the stall. "Tie yourself up. Now."

Owen swallows hard, glancing at the rope. "You're serious?"

"Dead serious," Valeria growls, aiming the gun at his head.

Reluctantly, Owen grabs the rope and begins tying his hands and feet. Valeria steps closer, checking his knots to ensure they're tight.

Satisfied, she smirks. "Good. Now sleep."

Her fist connects with his temple, and Owen's world goes dark.

Valeria exhales, lowering the gun as she looks at Eva, still cuffed and trembling.

"You're okay now," Valeria says gruffly, stepping forward to uncuff her.

Eva collapses into Valeria's arms, sobbing. Valeria pats her back awkwardly, her eyes narrowing as she stares at Owen's unconscious body.

"This prison just keeps getting weirder."