You all are mine

I stirred from my sleep, my mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. The red wallpaper seemed even more oppressive in the dim light of dawn. I had dominated Ferrara's friends, turned the tables, and discovered a part of myself that reveled in control. It was calm by this time but the calm was abruptly shattered by raised voices outside the room.

I opened his eyes, realizing the women were no longer beside him. The argument outside was intense. So that quickly caught my attention so i strained to hear, my senses sharp as I just woke up from my slumber.

"You brought us here for this?" one voice spat, filled with venom. It was the ebony haired woman.

"He's not just some plaything," another voice, the raven-haired woman, retorted. "He turned the tables on us!"

"And now look at us," the blonde's voice quivered, sounding more distant. "He's not broken. He's dangerous."

Pride surged through me as i listened. They were arguing because of me and it made me feel high, I had transformed from a captive into a force that disrupted their unity. i sat up on the bed, a smirk playing on my lips, relishing the power i had over them even in my confined state.

The door burst open, and Ferrara stormed in, followed by the raven-haired and red-haired women. The blonde was conspicuously absent. They continued their argument as they entered, oblivious to my quiet confidence.

"He's a manipulator," the ebony haired woman insisted. "We need to control him, not let him control us."

Ferrara's face was a mask of fury. "You think I don't know that? But that doesn’t matter, you came here against my wish, I never asked you to.

The raven haired crossed her arms. "This isn't about humiliation. It's about understanding what he's capable of. We underestimated him."

Ferrara's eyes blazed with anger. "Where's Zoe?" she demanded.

"She's in another room, traumatized," the ebony haired replied. "She couldn't handle what happened."

Ferrara's fury turned to disbelief. "Traumatized? By him?"

"He took control, Ferrara. He dominated us," the ebony haired woman said, her voice filled with a mix of anger and grudging respect.

Ferrara pulled out her phone and played the footage from the night before. Her expression darkened further as she watched. The screen reflected the scenes of my dominance, the way i had commanded them, turned their intentions against them, they way I had subdue them, I may have not been able to see it but I could most definitely tell from her face and her expressions.

"This isn't what I wanted!" Ferrara shouted, her voice trembling with rage. "He was supposed to be mine. Only mine!"

The raven haired stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. "We need to rethink this. He isn't just a captive. He's dangerous."

She was sounding like she is on my side, like she is the considerate one, hmm, plus whats the use of we?

I watched them, as my amusement grew. Their discord was my triumph. i had reduced them to squabbling children, their unity fractured by my dominance.

Ferrara's eyes blazed as she looked at the women. "Get out," she hissed. "I need to think."

They hesitated, glancing at each other before reluctantly leaving the room. Ferrara slammed the door behind them, her breathing heavy with anger.

i met her gaze, my eyes cold and unyielding. "You wanted control," i said, my voice calm. "Now you see what happens when you underestimate your opponent."

Ferrara's fists clenched at her sides. "You think you're so clever, don't you?"

"I know I am," i replied, as a smirk playing on my lips. "And you? You're just another pawn in this game."

Ferrara's eyes blazed with fury, but there was a flicker of fear in them as well. She had lost control, and she knew it, she knew i had turned the tables, and now, even in my captivity, I held the power.
Then suddenly.
“Kreee.” The squeaky door opened

The room was filled with tension as Ferrara's friends re-entered, their expressions a mix of anger and confusion. The argument continued, their voices rising and falling in a chaotic symphony of accusations and denials.

"He's a manipulator," the ebony haired woman insisted again, her voice sharp. "We should have seen this coming."

The Raven haired nodded. "He played us. We need should have been smarter."

Ferrara, her face flushed with anger, snapped at them. "You don't think I know that? But this is different. He's different."

The blonde was still absent, and the mention of her absence seemed to fuel the argument further. "Zoe couldn't handle it," the Ebony haired woman said. "She’s in another room, shaking like a leaf."

Ferrara’s fury was palpable. "This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to be mine!"

I watched the scene unfold, my amusement barely concealed. Their argument was pointless, and i found a twisted pleasure in their chaos. They had thought they could break him, use me, but they had only succeeded in revealing their own weaknesses.

Ferrara, her patience at its limit, pulled out her phone. She scrolled through the footage from the night before, her face growing darker with each passing second. The scenes of my dominance played out on the small screen, and her anger boiled over.

"This isn't what I wanted!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "He was supposed to be mine. Only mine all of this is supposed to be directed at me alone.

The Ebony haired woman stepped forward, her voice a mix of frustration and resignation. "We need to face facts, Ferrara. He's not what we thought even for you he isn’t what you thought."

Ferrara's eyes blazed with anger. "You think I don't know that? But what am I supposed to do now? Just let him go?"

The Raven haired shook her head. "No. We need to be smarter about this. He’s not just a captive. He’s a threat."

My amusement turned to cold calculation. i had the upper hand, and now was the time to press my advantage. i let the argument continue for a few more moments before finally speaking, my voice cutting through the chaos like a knife.

"Enough," I said, my tone commanding. "This bickering is getting you nowhere. Decide what you want to do with me, or let me go."

The room fell silent, all eyes turning to him. Ferrara's face was a mask of rage, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. The Ebony haired woman looked with vengeance but it was mixed with a hint of thoughtfulness, while the raven haired seemed wary.

"You don't get to make demands," Ferrara hissed, but her voice lacked its usual force.

I met her gaze, unflinching. "I just did. Now decide."

The women exchanged glances, their unity fractured. The Ebony haired woman was the first to speak. "We need to leave him alone," she said. "He's too dangerous."

The Raven haired nodded slowly. "Agreed. But what about Ferrara?"

Ferrara's face twisted with anger. "I'm not leaving him," she spat. "He's mine."

i watched the power dynamics shift before my eyes. The raven-haired woman stepped forward, her expression resolute. "You can't keep him. Not like this."

Ferrara's eyes blazed with defiance. "I won't let him go."

I then again decided it was time to assert my dominance once more. "Enough," I said, my voice cutting through the tension. "This is pointless. Ferrara, you wanted me. Now you have me. But you need to understand something."

Ferrara glared at him, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. "What?"

"I am not your toy. I am not your possession. If you want me, you will have to understand, I am not yours alone you will have to share me," I said, my voice firm.

The raven-haired woman looked surprised but intrigued. "Share you?"

Sebastian nodded. "Yes. Ferrara, you brought me here. But if you want to keep me, you will have to accept that I am not yours alone."

Ferrara's face contorted with anger. "You think you can dictate terms to me?"

my eyes were cold and unyielding. "I just did."

The room fell silent once more, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Ferrara's friends looked at her, waiting for her response. Her anger seemed to simmer just below the surface, but she knew she was cornered.

Finally, she spoke, her voice low and filled with venom. "Fine. But if you cross me, you will regret it."

i smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "I wouldn't dream of it."

The raven-haired woman stepped forward; her eyes locked on Sebastian. "I’ll stay. I'll share him with you, Ferrara. But only if he agrees."

Ferrara's fury was palpable, but she knew she had no choice. She looked at Sebastian, her eyes blazing. "Fine. But remember, this was your idea."

I nodded, my expression unreadable. "I know."

As the women left the room, the power dynamic had shifted once more. i was no longer just a captive. I was a player in a game of dominance and control, a game i intended to win.