No Mercy for Liars
As Morgana stepped into the dimly lit room, her senses were immediately on high alert. Something felt off about this so-called 'professional interview'. She scanned the area, her gaze landing on the man sitting across from her. It was him; she knew it instantly. A former client who had crossed the line by masquerading as a recruiter just to lure her into his sick game.
The air thickened with tension as Morgana took a seat, maintaining eye contact with the man who dared to disrespect her. She knew he was trembling beneath his facade of confidence, and she loved every second of it. With a calm fierceness that could only come from years of dominance, she flipped the script on him.
In an instant, he found himself pinned beneath her unyielding strength. It was clear that he was no match for her. As she trapped him in a web of punishing holds—tight scissors, squeezees, and humiliating facesits—he struggled to break free. But it was already too late.
Her dominance became a lesson he wouldn't soon forget. With each passing moment, he gasped for air beneath her unrelenting grip. And when she finally delivered her sentence, he knew that he had crossed the line. Apologies were demanded with trembling lips and a heart full of regret.
Morgana didn't forgive easily—but she never forgot. This was domination served cold, and she was here to remind him of his place. As she stood over him, her presence looming large, he swore he'd never try such a stunt again. Because if he did, he knew he'd feel her wrath all over again, tenfold.