Surrender Isn't Silence, it's a choice.
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There's a difference between surrendering and being taken.
Maya had been taken already — more than once.
Taken by Elias's voice, his hands, his bruises, his blame.
But tonight…
Tonight, she gave herself to him.
And that was worse.
Because when you let the devil in by choice…
You don't get to call it a mistake.
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Elias didn't say a word when he pulled her against him.
He didn't need to.
His mouth found her throat first — not with softness, but with a hunger that said I warned you I'd ruin you.
And she let him.
Let him bruise her.
Let him drag his name from her lips like a confession.
Let him press her to the wall and take everything she'd been holding back.
> "You don't fight me anymore," he whispered.
> "There's nothing left to fight with."
> "Good."
Because Elias didn't want a lover.
He wanted a girl who only breathed because he allowed it.
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Afterward, they lay tangled in each other on his bed, Maya's legs still shaking, his fingerprints across her hips.
Elias stared at the ceiling, but his hand never left her body.
Always touching.
As if afraid she'd vanish the second he blinked.
> "Tell me it's mine," he said.
> "What?"
> "Your heart. Your guilt. Your body. Your silence. All of it."
Maya turned her face toward him.
> "It's yours."
He didn't smile.
He just breathed deeper.
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In another part of the school, deep in the weight room, Jax was punching a sandbag until his knuckles bled.
He didn't know why he kept coming back here.
Didn't know why he still cared.
Maya had chosen Elias.
And it was like watching someone throw themselves into a fire, smiling as the flames kissed their skin.
> "He'll destroy you," Jax had once told her.
She'd just looked at him — empty, quiet — and said:
> "Maybe that's what I want."
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Jax slammed his fist into the bag again.
He couldn't stop seeing her face.
Couldn't forget the way she looked after Elias touched her — like she was drunk on poison and begging for more.
> He doesn't love her.
He just wants to own her.
But Jax knew the truth now:
So did he.
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Back in Elias's room, Maya sat on his lap. Her eyes were glazed, but not from tears. From something worse — peace.
> "What happens now?" she asked.
> "Now you forget everyone else existed," Elias said.
> "Even Jax?"
> "Especially Jax."
He slid his hands up her thighs.
> "There's only us now."
> "That sounds dangerous."
> "It is."
> "Good."
She said it with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Because Maya wasn't afraid of being destroyed anymore.
She was afraid of being left untouched.
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And outside, in the black of night, Jax stood in the shadows across the street.
Watching her through Elias's window.
Watching her smile for the boy who hated her.
And something snapped inside him.
> If I can't have her…
> No one will.
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