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"Uhh, what... happened?" Owen mutters, his head rolling forward as his consciousness slowly returns. A pounding ache radiates from the back of his skull, making him wince.

"Oh, so you're finally awake," Valeria's voice cuts through his foggy mind. It's sharp, mocking, and far too composed for someone who just wrestled an invisible man.

Owen blinks, his vision gradually sharpening. Valeria looms before him, standing with her arms crossed and a smirk plastered on her face.

He tugs at his arms, realizing with a sinking feeling that they're bound tightly to the cold metal pipe behind him. The coarse rope digs into his skin, and his legs are sprawled awkwardly on the floor.

Still in the female restroom, and trapped.

And she's standing there, towering over him.

Shit. This is bad. I have to get out of here, he thinks, his mind racing.

"Let go of me," he says, his voice hoarse but steady, his eyes narrowing at her.

Valeria pulls a chair closer and sits down with an exaggerated ease, crossing one leg over the other. "Why would I do that, Phantom?" she asks, leaning back casually.

"Phantom?" Owen repeats, his tone skeptical.

She shrugs. "That's what you've been calling yourself, right? All that sneaking around, turning invisible, pretending to be some big, scary ghost. Honestly, I thought it was just prison gossip until I saw you pull that disappearing act before." Her smirk widens. "But now you're here. So tell me—what are you?"

Owen glares, his silence pointed.

She chuckles. "Oh, come on. Don't give me the silent treatment. At least tell me how you do it—turning invisible, I mean. What's the secret? Are you some kind of experiment gone wrong? Or maybe just a freak of nature?"

"If you don't untie me, you'll regret it," Owen warns, his tone sharper this time.

Valeria throws her head back with a laugh, her voice echoing off the restroom walls. "Ohhh, I'm terrified. Please don't hurt me. Haha, look at you—tied up, powerless, and trying to play tough. Go on. Do something. I dare you."

Her mocking tone ignites something in him, but he reins it in. Instead, he glares harder, his jaw clenching.

"That's what I thought." She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "You're weak, even with that power."

"I am. Not. Weak," he snaps, his voice rising.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Phantom boy." She waves her hand dismissively. "So, let me guess—you've had these powers for a while but kept them hidden, right? Or maybe you just got them and decided to play the big, scary phantom. Which is it? It's the later, right?"

Owen stays silent, his glare unwavering.

"Thought so," she says, a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "Look, I've been watching you for a while. You only started this Phantom crap recently, which means you're either new to these powers or finally decided to grow a pair. Either way, it doesn't matter—you're still just a scared little man playing dress-up."

"My friends will come for me," Owen try bluffing his way out, his voice low. "If you don't let me go, they'll find you."

Valeria snorts. "Oh, please. If you had friends with powers, they wouldn't let you rot in this hellhole. My guess is, You're stuck here, just like the rest of us."

Owen's stomach twists, her words cutting deeper than he'd like to admit.

"The fuck, how does she know? Is she guessing, or does she actually know?"

Her smirk deepens. "Hah. Judging by that look on your face, I'm right, aren't I?"

"No," Owen snaps. "I've had this power for years, and my friends—"

"Save it," she interrupts, waving her hand. "You're a bad liar. But sure, let's pretend. Let your little crew come. I'll be waiting."

Owen's jaw tightens as he realizes how outmatched he is—not just physically, but strategically as well. She's toying with him, and it's working.

"Why haven't you killed me yet?" he mutters finally, his voice quieter. "Just... get it over with."

Valeria's expression shifts, her smirk softening into something more calculated. She stands and crouches down in front of him, her eyes locking onto his.

"I would've," she says slowly, "if you were just some normal guy. But you're not. You're special. Superhuman."

Owen stiffens, his pulse quickening. "I-I can't give you this power," he says firmly. "I don't know how."

"You can't?" she echoes, tilting her head. "Are you sure? Because if you tell me how, I'll untie you right away."

"I can't," Owen repeats, his frustration bleeding into his voice. "This power doesn't work that way."

She studies him for a moment, her gaze piercing. Then she leans back, letting out a soft chuckle. "Hah. Figured as much. If it was that easy, everyone would have powers by now."

"So now what?" he asks bitterly. "Are you going to kill me?"

Valeria stands, her presence towering over him. "No. I don't want to kill you."

She moves closer, crouching beside him again. Her voice drops to a low, seductive whisper. "What I do want... is for you to work for me."

"I won't work under you," Owen says immediately, his voice firm despite his predicament. "But... I can work with you. As equals."

Valeria laughs, low and rich. "You've got guts, I'll give you that." She laughs, placing her hand firmly on his crotch, her touch both deliberate and taunting.

"I know what you really want, what you truly desires." she murmurs, leaning in. Her lips brush against his ear as she speaks. "What you've wanted this whole time."

Her words send a shiver down his spine.

She presses her chest against his face, her scent intoxicating. "Go on. Take it. Suck on them hard. It's yours if you work for me."

Owen hesitates, but the primal pull is too strong. His lips brush against her erect nipples, tentative at first.

"Good boy," she whispers, running her fingers through his hair. "There's more where that came from if you just say yes."

She straddles on his dragon, her movements slow and deliberate, her body pressing against his in all the right ways.

"Work for me," she breathes, her voice thick with promise. "Rule this prison by my side."

Despite his hesitation, Owen's resolve shatters. "Okay," he says, his voice trembling as he bites her nipples, sucking on them.

Valeria smiles, triumphant. "Good boy. Now sit back and enjoy."

Then, she takes his dragon out and stuff happens. You know🤔🤔.

After what seem like an eternity, Owen slumps against the pipe, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Valeria straightens her clothes, looking as composed as ever.

"Remember," she says, her tone sharp, "if you betray me, I'll expose your little Phantom act to the whole prison. And trust me, you don't want the warden involved."

She unties him and steps back, her smirk never fading. "Now, let's talk business. I want your men. Tell your group we're merging—male and female sides. Together, we'll own this place."

Owen glares at her, his body still trembling. Without a word, he vanishes, his footsteps echoing faintly as he leaves the restroom.

Valeria smirks to herself, lighting a cigarette. "That went well."