Powerstone Donations — they aren't just numbers. They're the fuel that keeps this twisted world alive. The more you donate, the deeper I take you into this abyss of power and pleasure.
A warning? Or maybe a promise:
The next scene ahead isn't for the innocent.
It's raw. Intense. Unfiltered.
A blend of control, lust, and submission — exactly what you've been waiting for.
Donate. Read. Obey.
And welcome to the side of fiction that doesn't fake purity.
— The Devil Behind the Pen
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The streets of Central City buzzed with energy, voices rising and falling like the rhythm of a chaotic symphony. But among the towering buildings and the flicker of lantern light, two travelers stood still in front of a rundown building with a faded sign that read:
"Silver Sleep Inn – Home Away from Home."
The paint on the walls peeled like old scars, and the wooden boards creaked as if begging for retirement.
Riven narrowed his eyes, looking up at the building. "This is where we're staying?"
Auren didn't even bother to glance at him. "Yes, we will. Welcome to five-star poverty. You want a mint on the pillow too?"
They stepped in.
Inside, the hotel wasn't exactly screaming comfort either. A wooden desk stood crooked at the entrance, and behind it sat a woman — no, a bombshell — with long black hair, curves that defied gravity, and a sleeveless dress that did nothing to hide her assets. Her breasts slightly bounced with each breath, and her waist… was made to sin.
Auren's eyes betrayed him for a split second — a flicker of lust ignited deep within. But he composed himself. He had more important things to deal with.
Auren's gaze locked with hers. For a moment, time slowed. Then it happened.
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[Soul Imprint Mark Applied Successfully]
Target Bound: [Niva]
Link Strength: Stable
Emotional Sync: Passive
Tracking: Enabled
Memory Reading: Activated (Current Thoughts) As his level is 5 He can reads memory of target's.
> "He's looking at me... Is he just like every other man? No. His eyes feel… different. But I can't deal with this now. Mom's dying and that bastard owner still won't pay me…"
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Auren blinked, snapping back to the present. He leaned forward casually, speaking with restraint, hiding the sudden pulse of power and information he had just absorbed.
"Room for two," he said, keeping his tone neutral, eyes not lingering too long.
She looked up with a polite smile. "Sure. I'm Niva, by the way. Two silver for one night, both of you."
Riven leaned closer to Auren and whispered like a goblin who just struck gold, "Bro… two silver? At this rate, we can stay a whole damn month."
Auren gave him a half-glance. "And still have enough left over for your brain surgery."
Niva handed over the keys, smile fading slightly as she glanced at the hotel owner walking behind them.
"I'll show you to your room," she said.
As they reached the dusty room and tossed their luggage in, Auren turned to Riven. "Wait here. I'll be back in a bit."
Riven raised a brow, plopped on the bed, and said with a smirk, "Yeah yeah, go simp somewhere else, loverboy. Don't come back crying if she's married."
Auren didn't reply.
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As Auren walked back to the reception area, he stopped in his tracks.
Niva was standing at the edge of the counter, tears running down her cheeks as she begged the hotel owner.
"Please sir, I need my salary. My mother's health is getting worse. She needs treatment, and I… I spent everything I had already. I've been working extra shifts, haven't I?" Her voice cracked, trembling with helplessness.
The hotel owner, a bulky man with a gut the size of his greed, took a slow drag of his cigarette, eyes cold.
"I already gave you money last month. Don't come crying to me again like a damn leech."
"But that was for her last treatment," Niva pleaded. "She's not getting better. I just need a little more—"
SLAP!
The sound echoed through the corridor. Her face snapped sideways, a red mark blooming on her cheek.
"Shut your mouth!" he barked. "You want money? Start selling more than just your time behind the desk."
She clenched her fists, lips trembling as she held back sobs. "I'm not a whore."
He leaned closer, blew smoke into her face, and said with a chuckle, "Then start praying your mother dies quick."
With that, he turned toward the entrance.
"Be on time tomorrow, you bitch," he called out behind him while lighting another cigarette, chuckling like the world was his ashtray.
Auren stepped in front of him.
The owner paused, squinting. "What?"
Auren smiled — a smile that could give nightmares to a demon.
"You got a real talent, you know," Auren said, voice low, dark. "Not everyone can look like a hippo and act like Satan in one body."
The man scoffed. "What did you say, you little—"
CRACK!
Auren's fist collided with his cheek like a goddamn meteor. The fat man flew sideways, smashing into the hotel signboard. A few rotten boards came loose and landed on him like they were judging him too.
Auren walked past him, voice calm. "Tell the floor I said hi when it eats your teeth."
Then without another glance, he followed the trail where Niva had gone.
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Niva walked down the quiet road, tears flowing freely now. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, her legs shaking with exhaustion and humiliation.
She didn't hear the footsteps behind her until Auren softly said, "Hey."
She turned, startled, eyes wide.
"Wh-why did you follow me?"
"I don't like people who hit women," he replied simply.
She wiped her cheeks quickly. "You don't even know me."
Auren shrugged. "I don't have to. Pain sounds the same no matter who screams it."
She looked down, then slowly started walking again.
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The rain had started to drizzle as Auren followed Niva down a lonely street. She walked with a slouch, wiping her tears. Her small satchel bounced against her side, clearly half-empty.
She didn't notice Auren walking behind—silent as a shadow, heart heavy with something between rage and guilt.
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[Soul Imprint Mark – Active]
Her thoughts flickered through him like radio waves:
> "Why did I even hope for kindness today? They're all the same. Every man. Every fucking one."
Auren stopped, the air thick around him. He looked at her back as she disappeared into the fog.
"I'm not like them, because i am worse then other" he whispered to himself. "And I'll prove it."
To her.