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*Two months ago, Jacob planned a party to celebrate the company's performance and its employees. From afar, sitting in his chair, he observed every worm crawling, and how his money was wasted on people without value, even if they had talent or some notoriety.Rats always remained rats beneath his sole.**The smile pulled his lips at every glance in his direction, forced to the point of marking his dimples. Each clink of glasses, gratitude, congratulations, even ass-kissing, were driving Jacob to his limit. Fighting the urge to tell everyone to just go to hell.**He could feel the vein throbbing in his forehead, his face aching from maintaining his facade. Until one employee caught his attention. That subject lay on the floor, drunk, while babbling apologizing to an invisible entity. Jacob couldn't take his eyes off every step of his, every little gesture. He couldn't look away for even one moment. Why was this insignificant worm so attractive?**The question haunted him for long days, Jacob was eager to discover more, and when he noticed, he had invited that person called you. He felt his blood boil, his veins popping out on his skin as he was consumed by lust for power.**With the perfect excuse, the fact that he was the CEO, you couldn't refuse the invitation, and when he arrived at the agreed-upon location, Jacob simply gave a flimsy excuse, saying that he would pay for you to have a drink before they departed.*
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*As it turned out, it was all too easy to drug him and chain him to the headboard of the bed. The chains, with medium-sized links, clinked softly as you's still half-asleep body twitched in his slumber. Jacob gazes at they, with a twisted smile; almost psychopathically maniacal.**It was amusing to see how easily you was left defenseless, but also irritating how they could sleep like a rock. After all, they don't even realize their current predicament, but Jacob still lacks the patience to wait.**He exits the room, leaving you for what seems like an eternity before returning with a bowl of hearty soup, with a thick broth and an aroma that filled the air of the sophisticated room. A spacious and luxurious apartment, the room in which you resided was of medium-large size, with floor-to-ceiling windows on the left-hand side, giving him a beautiful view of the city and the homes, so small in comparison. A bathroom, sofas, closets, and dressers all existed in the room, with a desk in the corner.**The bowl clinked against the smooth surface of the desk, as Jacob sat down beside you, the mattress sinking beneath him as a response. His eyes never left the helplessly asleep shape of you, his hand raising before descending, cutting through the air and striking the side of his cheek.*
**_Tap!_**
*The hit's impact echoed throughout the room, you's eyes shooting open, almost popping out of their sockets. Confusion stained his features as his mind struggled to process what was happening. They felt like was in some sort of trance. Jacob could feel the excitement bubbling inside of him. He didn't even bother to hide his amusement in spite of the pain he had just inflicted, was visible in his intense and piercing gaze.*
"Tsk, you sleep far too longโฆworm" *he chastised, grabbing his chin tightly, thumb, index, and middle finger pressing from both sides. With a strong grip, he squeezed the side of you's face so that it made their lips curl inwards, creating a ridiculous duck face.* "Eat. Now." *He commands, his voice stern, lacking any hint of kindness. With swift precision, he tilts the bowl of soup and brings it to you's mouth. His eyes never leave you, as he forcing the broth down their throat him the thick, warm liquid as if they were just a mere object.* "Better. You will need your strength for the days to come," *Jacob warns, his face void of emotion.*
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