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The words of Brother Jie continued to flow slowly, while his body began to mimic that of a person about to fall from a building. He twisted his body, exaggerating the struggle of falling, and then suddenly, his robust form collapsed onto Anthon, heavily pressing down on Anthon's soft belly. Anthon's breath became rapid; he felt Brother Jie's weight and strength, gasping weakly, "Brother Jie... Brother Jie..."
Brother Jie smiled slightly at Anthon's struggles, his fingers slowly reaching for Anthon's hand, beginning to gently draw circles in the palm of Anthon's hand. The touch was light yet carried an unspoken sense of control. The deep bass of the jazz music in the room became particularly prominent at this moment, its rhythm seeming to echo Brother Jie's movements, each vibration of the bass hinting at Brother Jie's unfathomable and meticulously calculated demeanor.
The atmosphere at this moment was filled with a sense of oppression and unpredictable tension. Every movement of Brother Jie was carefully designed, seemingly aimed at penetrating Anthon's psychological defenses, making him feel both physical pressure and psychological entanglement. Brother Jie's gaze swept over Anthon like a leopard eyeing its prey, filled with coldness and calculating brilliance. He knew how to manipulate the other person's emotions, how to achieve his goals through the combination of body language and words.
Although Anthon was in excruciating pain, his mind was filled with confusion and unease. He felt an irresistible force, as if trapped in an inescapable cage; both his body and mind trembled under Brother Jie's control. At this critical moment, he realized he had to make a choice or risk being forever trapped in this dark corner.
Suddenly, Brother Jie's movements became intense; his fingers gripped Anthon's arm like iron claws, the force so great it seemed capable of shattering Anthon's bones. Anthon felt this pressure and pain; a pained groan escaped his throat, but this sound only ignited Brother Jie's desire for control even more.
Brother Jie's gaze grew more fervent as he spoke in a low, slightly mad tone filled with obsession: "Anthon... tonight you must be mine..." Each word felt like a command, domineering and undeniable. His words were like an invisible iron shovel, pressing down on Anthon's will until he could hardly breathe, making him feel an irresistible weight.
Anthon was terrified by this sudden declaration; his voice trembled with obvious panic and rejection: "No! Brother Jie!" His voice shook as if facing an unstoppable disaster. However, Brother Jie paid no heed to his panic and further demonstrated his strength and determination.
Suddenly, Brother Jie struck down on Anthon with his elbow; this blow was not only a physical assault but also symbolized Brother Jie's crushing of Anthon's will, further solidifying his control and dominance. Anthon felt a sharp pain radiate from his ribs; his body could hardly withstand the impact of this force as his heart raced violently, as if it would leap out of his chest.
A sly smile appeared on Brother Jie's face; the feeling of victory burned within him like a fierce fire. He knew that at this moment Anthon was already deeply ensnared in his grasp; his power and dominance had trapped Anthon in an inescapable abyss. In this moment, Brother Jie felt unparalleled satisfaction; his will was like an indestructible fortress—firm and flawless.
Anthon's already weakened spirit completely crumbled under Brother Jie's heavy elbow strike. The violent force swept over him like a storm; Anthon felt dizzy as his eyes rolled back, collapsing helplessly onto the bed, losing any ability to resist.
Completely at the mercy of Brother Jie, Anthon resembled a captured fly while Brother Jie was the cunning spider who had laid the trap. Watching Anthon's helpless state brought forth a cold laugh from Brother Jie, seemingly pleased with the trap he had set for himself. His laughter carried the arrogance of a victor as if everything had been part of a game he had long planned.
"See, Anthon? The more you struggle, the deeper you fall." Brother Jie's deep voice echoed in the room as he wore a proud smile. Each act of resistance and struggle from Anthon seemed only to reinforce Brother Jie's control, further confirming his absolute advantage. In this psychological and physical confrontation, Brother Jie clearly held the upper hand while Anthon could only succumb deeper into this meticulously designed web.
The room seemed to be filled with a toxic atmosphere that sent chills down one's spine. Brother Jie stood like a ruler in the darkness, manipulating everything about Anthon, imprisoning him in an inescapable despair. Anthon's heart was filled with powerlessness and fear; he felt the complete suppression of his body and mind. The confidence and strength he once had vanished in that moment, replaced by a terror and helplessness towards an unknown fate.
Brother Jie stood by Anthon's bedside, like a master looking down on his captive. His gaze revealed a cold mockery, as if he were laughing at Anthon's weakness and helplessness. For Brother Jie, control and domination were a source of pleasure, and Anthon had become part of his psychological and emotional game. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and power; his victory was like a flash of lightning in the darkness, shaking Anthon's very soul.
Anthon lay collapsed on the bed, powerless, his facial flesh sagging due to gravity, almost touching the ground. This helpless posture unexpectedly stirred a twisted excitement within Brother Jie. As emotions heightened, Brother Jie felt his physiological responses intensifying.
He quickly got up and decisively walked to the sound system, turning the jazz music playing to maximum volume. The music was filled with sensual rhythms and beats; the deep and seductive bass line acted like an aphrodisiac, filling the entire room with an immersive atmosphere.
As the rhythm of the music intensified, Brother Jie lifted his head, revealing an evil and satisfied laugh on his face. "Today is just too lucky," he said, his voice laced with pride and ecstasy. In this state, Brother Jie showcased even more joy in control and conquest. In this space mingled with music and desire, his laughter seemed to be the perfect soundtrack for that night’s madness, demonstrating his absolute dominance over the game.
Brother Jie's eyes sparkled with excitement and desire; he seemed completely immersed in the pleasure of control and conquest. He slowly walked back to Anthon's side, standing by the bed and looking down at him; the fervor and lust in his eyes made him appear even more fierce and wild. As the dominant one, he had fully grasped the situation while Anthon could only helplessly endure everything he brought.
In that moment, Brother Jie seemed like an unparalleled king; his control and dominance gave him an unprecedented sense of power and satisfaction. This game had completely turned into a feast of victory for him, while Anthon could only become a helpless puppet in his hands, drifting along with his will.
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