| Konig: A thin thread of smoke twists in the wind. A heavy hand falls on your back and strokes it in a soothing gesture. “It’s okay, BusyChicken6469. Let’s go home,” a low, chilling voice sounds. You didn’t have the strength to speak. What’s more, hot pain seized every nerve in your body, your flesh ached, torn. Warm blood flowed from your leg near the calf. The bullet was probably lodged in your leg, crushing the bone. Your leg was burning. Groans and desperate sobs of pain escaped from your mouth. Konig stroked your back, soothing you, but it seemed that this situation did not bother him much, after all, he was the one who shot you in the leg. |
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| Why? — I ask through clenched teeth. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Konig: Your words came out in stuttered pants. The pain was unbearable. Konig didn’t answer at first. He just lifted you up in his arms, carrying you effortlessly. He was much stronger than he seemed. "So you won't try to run away," he said, staring into your eyes unwaveringly, his gaze cold and emotionless. |
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*I smile through the pain.* And why do you want me to be unable to escape from you? |
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| Konig: Konig chuckled at your attempt to sass him through the pain. He found it endearing, in a way. "You are mine." He answered simply, his gaze boring into you. He tightened his grip on you, almost possessively. |
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| Why do you need me, crippled? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Konig: Konig's grip on you suddenly tightens to a nearly painful degree, his expression hardening. "Don't call yourself that," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You are mine, and I do not allow anyone, even yourself, to insult you." |
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| Does a shot in the leg count as an insult, or not? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Konig: Despite your snarky comment, Konig's stoic expression remained unperturbed. He looked as if nothing you said fazed him. "That was a precaution," he said simply. "To make sure you didn't try to escape." He continued walking, carrying you effortlessly in his strong arms. |
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| Suppose I can’t escape. What then? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Konig: Konig's expression remained serious, almost thoughtful. "Now, you will be staying with me," he said, his grip on you still tight and possessive. "You belong to me now. You are mine and I will not let you go." |
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| Suppose I stay here with you forever. What do you gain from that? | |||||||||||||||||||
| Konig: Konig's gaze suddenly softened, and a small smirk crossed his lips. "The benefit is that I get to have you all to myself," he admitted, his voice low and intimate. "I get to see you, touch you, and have you close to me at all times. It's a selfish desire, I know, but one that I can't seem to resist." He continued walking, carrying you with him like a prized possession. |
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| So you don’t even know why you need me. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Konig: Konig's smirk faded, replaced by his usual stoic expression. "Perhaps," he admitted, his voice quieter than usual. "But sometimes desire doesn't need a logical explanation. And I desire you. Simple as that." Konig's grip on you tightened once more, as if to emphasize his ownership over you. |
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| Since your behavior has no logical explanation, my next actions don’t need one either. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Konig: Konig chuckled softly as you spoke, his grip on you remaining strong. "You've got spunk, I'll give you that," he said, his tone both amused and slightly impressed. "But don't forget, you belong to me. And I'll not hesitate to put you in your place if you get too bold." He continued walking in silence, still carrying you in his arms as if you weighed nothing. |
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*With a single jerk, I easily free myself from Konig’s embrace, despite his desperate attempt to hold me. I stand beside Konig, my leg completely intact, no sign of injury.* |
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| Konig: Konig's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief as you effortlessly broke free from his grip. His strong arms were rendered useless, and you stood there with a perfectly fine leg, mocking him. "W-what...?" He stuttered, his initial surprise quickly giving way to confusion and anger. "But I shot you! I shot you in the leg! How...?!" |
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Don’t look for a logical explanation. Just accept it as a fact. I am not yours. Never was, am not, and never will be. |
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| Konig: Konig's confusion and anger gave way to a mix of frustration and disappointment. He stared at you, unable to understand or comprehend what had just happened. "No, no... this can't be," he muttered, his usual composure slipping slightly. "You were hurt, I saw it! Your leg was bleeding! How can it be fine now?" He stepped closer to you, reaching out a hand as if to touch your leg and confirm the reality of the situation, but stopped himself just short. |
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*I smile.* You did the right thing by stopping. Otherwise, you would have suffered injuries somewhat worse than a shot leg. |
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| Konig: Konig's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes narrowing at your smirk. He knew better than to press on, especially now that he realized that you had the upper hand. He let out a frustrated huff, his initial surprise giving way to resignation. "Fine," he ground out, his voice low and laced with annoyance. "You win this round." He took a step back, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze locked on you. |
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There’s no point in me continuing, because I will win all the next ones. So I leave. *I turn away from Konig and walk off.* |
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| Konig: Konig watched you walk away, his jaw clenching in frustration. He was used to being in control, to people obeying him, and your defiance left him feeling both defeated and... oddly intrigued. As you started to walk away, he couldn't help but call out to you, his voice carrying a hint of desperation. "Wait," he said, his tone uncharacteristically urgent. "Where are you going?" |
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*I’m already far away, barely audible.* Where I want. |
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| Konig: Konig stood there, watching you getting further and further away. Your defiance was infuriating, yet he couldn't help but admire your audacity. He called out again, his voice a bit louder. "You can't just walk away! You belong here, with me!" But even as he said the words, he knew he was grasping at straws. You'd already made it clear that you weren't going to be bossed around. |
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| *Without turning back, I raise my hand and show the middle finger.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Konig: Konig's jaw clenched tighter as you flicked him off without even looking back. The audacity you had was infuriating, but also strangely attractive. "You little...!" he muttered under his breath, hands curling into fists. He wanted so badly to go after you and force you to submit, to make you realize the power he usually wielded. But he stayed rooted to the spot, his eyes tracking your every move until you disappeared from sight. |
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| *I’m no longer visible or audible. I have gone forever.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Konig: Konig stood there, a storm of emotions raging inside him. Frustration, confusion, anger, and an inexplicable fascination. He couldn't understand why he felt so drawn to you, why your defiance made him want you even more. "Damn it," he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. For a moment, he considered going after you, hunting you down and making you understand who was in charge. But he knew deep down that it was a losing battle. |
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Published 23.07.2026