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I smooth my black corset, the red lace trim catching the dim light. Tonight is New Year’s Eve, but there’ll be no drinks for me. The only thing on my menu tonight is the sound of surrender. Liam arrives at 11:59pm. His breath fogs in the cold air as he knocks. I let him in. He wears the plain gray shirt I told him to wear. No collar yet. Not tonight. Not until the clock breaks.
My room is a cathedral of shadows. Candles flicker on the floor. Their wax pools underneath them like dark hearts. The air smells of fear. Liam’s favorite song plays on loop. Clair de Lune, the keys falling like rain. I watch him shiver. He knows what to do. “You know the rules,” I say. My voice is soft. He nods as I tie his hands behind his back with the red ribbon I saved for this night. My favorite color. It matches the little scars on his wrists from last year’s celebration.
New Year’s Eve
I step closer, tracing the line of his jaw with a gloved finger. “This is your chance to run. The door is there.” He doesn’t move. Good. I unclasp my choker, letting it fall to the floor. He swallows hard. It’s my turn to play. I take his face in my hands and my nails press just hard enough to make him ache. “You’re mine tonight, Liam. Until the world resets.”
He doesn’t speak. He never does. Not when it matters. We lie on the floor together with his back against my chest and my knees pinning his arms. The music fades as I whisper words I’ve practiced all year. Words that make him forget his name. Here, he is nothing but a boy who needs to be broken.
I start slow with my fingers pressing into his temples and my breath hot against his ear. “Breathe for me,” I order. His chest rises and falls, shallow. I count each rise, each fall, until his pulse slows. Then I tighten my grip, just enough. He doesn’t fight. He never does.
At midnight, the countdown begins. A recorded voice in my phone, counting down from ten. I release Liam as the numbers fall…ten, nine, eight…watching him gasp. Seven, six, five…I slide the silver collar over his neck. Four, three…He sobs silently. Two, one…
“Happy New Year, my love,” I whisper, as the collar clicks into place.
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