She said please.But not like a girl begging.More like someone who knew what she wanted... and knew I'd give it to her.That night, the cell was hot. No fan, just sweat and silence. She wasn't supposed to be there but Vito always makes things happen.She walked in like she owned the floor. Tight skirt, eyes wild, voice low."I heard you run things in here," she whispered.I didn't answer. I just watched her.That kind of silence? It's more powerful than any scream.She got close. Closer than rules allow.I pulled her wrist slow.She bit her lip.She said it again: "Please."I made her wait.Because in my world, pleasure is power.And I don't give it away.Not until they've earned it.
Last night I dreamed of the sea crashing against the docks of Roseau...That's how I grew up between the sound of waves and the crackle of dirty secrets.In Fond Cole, nothing comes free. I learned to dress sharp, speak less, and stare straight. Because in the streets, survival doesn't belong to the strongest it belongs to the smartest.Once, a tourist told me: "You look like you know more than you say."He was right. I learned early that desire is more powerful than money.Now, from this cell some call a prison and I call my office, I keep collecting in desire.My game isn't just about pleasure. It's control. Strategy. Power.The only question is... how far are you willing to go?Vito
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