11 Loss of Individuality.

An eerie silence stretched over my dimly lit apartment as Charlotte sat on the couch in my living room and I sat beside her.

I was looking at my phone, ignoring Charlotte.

She kept looking down at her feet as her black hair covered her face. She took a few deep breaths to gather herself as she spoke, unsurely, or rather guiltily, "What did you do to me Axiom?"

Plink!

I heard a droplet of salty water falling on the floor

A faint smirk crept up my face. Look at how happy she is! Tears of Happiness!! I knew she would love it!!

"Charlotte what would you do if I tell you to either surrender yourself to me or live as you are living right now..." My tone was monotonous as if I could not care less.

She panicked, "I-I... That doesn't answer whether you did something to me or not!"

"Hmm... I am only giving you a SUGGESTION and nothing else." My eyes locked onto her as my tone slightly turned chilly when I put emphasis on the word 'suggestion'.

Probably surprised by the change in my tone, Charlotte turned towards me, our black eyes met.

Charlotte's mind raced rapidly and she finally found a link... It all started on the cycle, she gave me a suggestion to fight in the Arenas. Her eyes palpitated as the realization of everything finally dawned upon her, while my eyes were cold as my lips stretched, amusingly.

"Alternatively, you could go to the police." I leaned closer to her, my hand rubbing the farther end of her shoulder in a consoling manner, "They will try everything to find pieces of evidence against me, but I implore you otherwise." I moved a chock of her hair, as the flowery scent of her shampoo entered my nostrils, "Because I have done nothing. And there is no evidence." She bit her lower lip in frustration, "But the itch here..." My other hand advanced towards her thighs and gently caressed over her pajamas, "Will never leave, or might..." I paused, and laughed, "... might get even worse!"

Her eyes shook as tears streamed down like a waterfall.

Okay. I didn't expect her to be this happy.

Charlotte closed her eyes and took deep breaths, when she finally opened her eyes, her eyes became resolute, "All of this because I 'suggested' you to fight in the Arenas?" Her tone was furious though she didn't push me away, "I tried to intervene in your personal life? Just because of that? What kind of immature monster are you?"

Monster?

That word stung like a vitriolic needle in my heart, opening wounds that were... covered in a fine patchwork of a myriad of lies. My pitch-black eyes simmered, barely containing my explosive rage.

How dare you call a Professional like me 'Monster', you bitch!

Slap!

Her cheeks reddened from the impact of my palm that rammed without any warning.

I didn't hit her intentionally, rather instinctively. My bad.

She bit her lips harder and glared at me but didn't say anything and just kept staring at me. She knew she has lost. There is no point in resisting, is it?

But I am not satisfied. I gave her a 'suggestion' and earlier I would not have done anything and respected her decision but now I feel angry...

I held her neck, not strong enough to choke her, but staunch enough to make her gasp for air. My other hand crawled near her loins as I licked my lips.

"Do not mention that word again. Okay?"My chilly voice seeped into her brain. I don't know why I am so disgusted by that word but I don't want to hear it again.

Resigning herself to her fate, she merely nodded as my hand, skillfully massaged the area between her legs.

"Ohhh!" She squirmed, closed her eyes, and relished in the pleasure she was searching for.

My hands fastened their assault as they immorally roamed around her body and secret parts... Just as Charlotte was about to shake herself vehemently, I stopped.

I leaned back on the couch and started looking at my phone again.

"Huh?"

She splayed her eyes wide as she breathed raggedly. Charlotte's brain tried to comprehend what happened as her body grew restless, but I gave a cold shoulder to her.

"A-Axiom!" She looked at me, teary-eyed, with an expression that could bring anyone's pity, but as a stellar expert in the field of ignoring women, I merely snorted.

I know what she wants, I also know she doesn't want just 'satisfaction' but something more depraved...

"Kneel and beg." Was my only response to her desperate pleas.

I could see from the corner of my eyes, her body shook and the very core of her existence trembled. Her expressions were lost, eyes cloudy, and lips quivering.

What will you do Charlotte? Oh, Charrrlotttee...

She ponderously locomoted her dainty figure in front of me and kneeled on her legs.

Heh~

"P-Please..." She took a long breath to decide what to say next, but what came out of her mouth was a simple, 'Hold me,'.

I am not satisfied...and probably Charlotte isn't as well.

Look, there are no tears of happiness... How can you say she is happy when she is not crying happily?

"Call me Master and why are you still dressed?" She gulped a mouthful of saliva as she stared at the floor.

I think she needs some motivation... Yeah, if I give her enough incitement she would do anything at this point...

I snapped my fingers and,

My nano clothing changed from a suit to only underwear. Seeing that, a small bit of drool dripped from the corner of Charlotte's lips.

How interesting.

Sluggardly, she removed her clothing and stripped herself, only leaving her underwear covering her private parts. It was definitely exciting to see someone else's female, kneeling and undressing, right in front of me.

"M-Master," Tears finally rolled down her cheeks as she sold not only her body but individuality.

This is what I am talking about. Now she looks happy.

"Master, please let me suck your cock!"

"Now, you are being honest, little slave. Aren't you?" Hearing the word, 'slave' her body trembled.

I am sure she quivered in delight and not because of distress. I am a hundred percent confident. Yes, I am certain that she is jolly about it.

"I asked a question." I reminded her because she forgot to respond in her state of elated ecstasy.

Her eyes swam around the room and finally locked onto my eyes.

Hmm? Ah. I understand. She is too happy...

I know. It happens. For example, when someone is freed after being captive for a decade, their brain would take a lot of time to comprehend that they have escaped. I know this is a similar feeling, isn't it?

"Yes, Master. Your little slave is being honest."

Her tone was filled with sadness... I wonder why?