Wear It or Not

The days that followed weren't filled with rage like the twins expected.

No… rage would've been a mercy.

Instead, it was humiliation.

A slow, creeping, inside-out kind of shame that stuck to their ribs and poisoned every breath.

It started small.

A blush that rose too fast anytime someone mentioned Krishna's name in passing.

An involuntary clench of thighs when their phones vibrated.

Then came the insomnia.

Allysa tossed and turned in her king-sized bed, sheets kicked to the floor, her silk nightgown twisted and damp with sweat. The air conditioning blasted on full… but her body still burned.

At first, she told herself it was residual heat from the forced rut serum.

But days passed.

Then a week.

And still… every night, her body ached like it was waiting for something.

Someone.

Her.

Her hand slipped between her thighs more times than she wanted to admit. But no matter how deep her fingers went, no matter how hard she worked herself, nothing brought relief.

Only Krishna's voice echoed in her head.

That mocking purr.

Those damn words.

"Beg properly."

And Alliyah?

The more she tried to drown herself in work, the worse it got.

She shouted at board members for no reason. Snapped at interns. Fired her driver just for breathing too loud during her morning commute.

Every time she signed her name on a contract, she remembered how Krishna wrote that note for them. Smooth. Confident. Like she already knew how this story ended.

And the video…

God, the video.

The sight of them tangled, lost in each other, rutting and desperate like animals.

Watching it made Allysa's throat close tight. She could still feel the bruises on her hips where Alliyah's nails had dug in.

But worse?

The heat that built under her skin while she watched.

The flush creeping up her neck when she noticed the look in Krishna's eyes, amused, detached, victorious, as she filmed their ruin.

The flash drive sat hidden in Alliyah's bottom desk drawer now.

She swore she'd throw it away.

She never did.

And both of them…

Kept watching it.

In secret.

At night.

In moments they wouldn't confess to anyone, not even to each other.

When the black box arrived at their shared office, neither twin said a word at first.

They stood there… staring at it like it might explode.

Allysa's assistant, poor thing, had simply left it on her desk with no note, no sender.

Just that slim, matte packaging… and dread.

Alliyah cracked first.

Ripped the lid off with shaking hands.

Inside?

Two black velvet collars.

Soft. Beautiful. Obscene.

With silver tags glinting under the office light.

"Good Girl #1."

"Good Girl #2."

Their names engraved on the backs.

Alliyah knocked the whole thing to the floor in an instant.

"Disgusting," she spat, her voice thinner than usual.

Allysa swallowed the knot rising in her throat, too rattled to even scream.

And then she found the note.

Folded clean.

The handwriting?

Too familiar by now.

"Let me know when you're ready to beg properly. I'm patient. But not forever."

Alliyah cursed loud enough that two people from HR popped their heads in the doorway.

"Everything okay, ma'am?"

"GET OUT!"

The door slammed shut.

Silence.

Allysa stared at the note, heart hammering.

Her cheeks felt hot. Her hands, shaky.

Worse?

Her core pulsed with a traitorous throb.

Later that night, alone in her penthouse bathroom, Allysa sat on the cold tiles with the collar in her lap… staring at it.

Running her fingers over her engraved name.

She didn't dare put it on.

But…

God.

She thought about it.

Across the city, Alliyah wasn't much better.

Sitting on her bedroom floor, knees pulled tight to her chest, the flash drive plugged into her laptop like a sin she couldn't erase.

The footage played.

Her own voice.

Her own face.

The sweat, the slick, the begging…

The way her eyes rolled back when Krishna ordered her to crawl.

Her hand drifted lower. Unthinking. Desperate.

But when she came?

It felt like failure.

Like Krishna won all over again.

The next morning, they met in the lobby of their building, both pale, both tense, both wearing sunglasses even though it was overcast.

Neither spoke about the box.

Or the note.

Or the heat still burning between their legs.

But both jumped when their phones buzzed simultaneously.

A single text.

From Krishna.

Same time.

Same words.

"Enjoyed my gift?"

Allysa's breath caught.

Alliyah's nails dug crescent marks into her palm.

They both looked at each other…

And for the first time in weeks…

Both knew:

They were losing.

A battle they started with full of confidence, ended up with them, in complete subjugation.

And Krishna?

Wasn't done yet.

Not by a long shot.

And if either of them cracked first?

They'd fall.

Hard.

And willingly.