**Blatant lies **

**Araya POV 

My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a vice. His grip on my waist felt unyielding, like a manacle, and the fear in my veins coursed through me, numbing everything else. 

I tried to gather my thoughts, tried to make sense of the situation, but every time I opened my mouth, the words caught in my throat. He was right - there was no room for negotiation. I had no power, no control. All I had left was my survival instinct, and that wasn't enough.

His hand tightened around my arm, pulling me toward the door. I stumbled behind him, my mind reeling. I could still taste his vile kiss on my lips, still feel his hands on my body, and it made me sick. It was a violation that I would never forget. He was forcing me into a world I didn't belong in, a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

"Move," he growled, his voice cold as ice. "And don't even think about trying to run."

I could hear the command in his voice - the unspoken promise of what would happen if I dared defy him. There was no point in resisting. I had to go with him. 

I was trapped, caught in his web, and there was no escape.

I felt the cool evening air hit my skin as we stepped outside, the sound of the world around me muffled, as if I were underwater. The car parked in front of the house gleamed under the streetlights, dark and imposing. I barely noticed the other vehicles parked around the neighborhood, the distant hum of the city, or the faint laughter from a party down the street. Everything felt distant, far away, like I wasn't part of it anymore.

The door to the car swung open with a thud, and he shoved me inside with brutal force. My body hit the seat, and the door slammed shut behind me. He climbed into the driver's seat, not a word spoken between us. The engine roared to life, and I felt the car lurch forward.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg him to stop, to let me go, but I knew it wouldn't make a difference. I could already feel the dread pooling in my stomach, sinking deeper with every mile that passed. 

The cityscape blurred outside the window, the lights flickering like stars in the distance. But all I could focus on was the man beside me. The man who was taking me somewhere I didn't want to go. Somewhere I would never be the same.

I couldn't even find the strength to look at him. I knew what he was capable of, what he wanted from me, and I had nothing left to give.

When we finally reached the mansion, I was barely aware of the surroundings, of the dark gates that opened as the car approached, or the guards that stood at attention. My mind was numb, like I was floating in a fog, detached from reality.

The car came to a halt, and I didn't need to be told to get out. I did it instinctively, my body moving on its own, as if I were in a trance.

Dragons was already out of the car before I had fully processed what had happened. He was waiting for me, his figure casting a long shadow in the dim light of the driveway. His eyes glinted with a mixture of anticipation and amusement, like he was savoring this moment - savoring my fear.

"Come on, princess," he taunted. "Don't make me drag you."

I wanted to fight. I wanted to push him away. But I couldn't. Every part of me screamed in protest, but I was too weak to do anything about it.

I followed him through the grand entrance of the mansion, the heavy doors creaking as they opened. The inside was just as cold and imposing as the outside, a labyrinth of dark halls and expensive decor. But none of it mattered. Not anymore.

All that mattered was that I was here, trapped, in the place that had never felt like home. I had no idea what he was planning, but I knew it wasn't good. 

I could feel the weight of his gaze on me as he led me deeper into the mansion. Every step felt like a betrayal, each one pulling me further from the world I knew and closer to the monster that awaited inside. 

And there was no escape. 

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**Dragon POV**

I couldn't help the smile that curled on my lips as I watched her move behind me, her steps slow and tentative. She was broken, fragile, and I liked it. It made her easier to control. Easier to bend to my will. 

She had no idea what was coming. She thought she could defy me, but she was wrong. I owned her now. 

I could feel her fear, taste it in the air between us. It was intoxicating. And it only made me want to push further, to break her completely. She thought she could resist me, but soon, she would understand her place.

This wasn't about her sister. It wasn't even about her. It was about power. Control. And I was the one holding all the cards.

When we reached my office, I stopped in front of the door, turning to look at her one last time before I opened it.

"Welcome home, princess," I said, the words laced with venom and something darker. "You won't leave this place until I say so. And trust me, you'll beg for me to let you stay." 

She didn't respond. She didn't have to. Her silence spoke volumes. 

I pushed open the door, and as she stepped inside, I knew there was no going back for her now. She was mine, and she would never escape me.