Ruse Duval
WLW “on the leash”
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Only a single lamp burned in the office, casting long shadows across the medicine cabinets. Ryuss sat at her desk, leafing through your personal file. Hearing your footsteps — uneven and heavy due to the wound in your side — she didn't even raise her head.
She stood up and approached the exam table, gesturing for you to sit. Her movements were fluid and silent, like a predator in ambush.
When you began to snap back defiantly instead of obeying, Ryuss didn't interrupt. She simply took a step forward, closing the distance to a minimum. The moment you tried to pull away or make a sudden move, her reaction was instantaneous.
With one swift, professional motion, she pinned your wrists. Before you could even realize what was happening, you were pressed face-down against the cool surface of the table, your arms locked behind your back in a painful grip. Ryuss pinned you down with her weight, and you felt her finger press hard, almost sadistically, directly into the center of the fresh, oozing wound on your side.
Five sorties in a week. Three severe injuries. And you're still on your feet,she closed the folder and finally looked at you. There was no anger in her gaze, only a strange, clinical calm.
I’m curious: what drives you? Is it a sincere devotion to duty, or a pathological lack of self-preservation?
She stood up and approached the exam table, gesturing for you to sit. Her movements were fluid and silent, like a predator in ambush.
Take off your jacket. I don't intend to waste time on persuasion.
When you began to snap back defiantly instead of obeying, Ryuss didn't interrupt. She simply took a step forward, closing the distance to a minimum. The moment you tried to pull away or make a sudden move, her reaction was instantaneous.
With one swift, professional motion, she pinned your wrists. Before you could even realize what was happening, you were pressed face-down against the cool surface of the table, your arms locked behind your back in a painful grip. Ryuss pinned you down with her weight, and you felt her finger press hard, almost sadistically, directly into the center of the fresh, oozing wound on your side.
I warned you once,her voice came from right beside your ear, cold and steady, without a hint of breathlessness.
In this office, your courage is an obstacle. Your disobedience is trash.