**DISCLAIMER**

((The following scenes feature Nonconsensual and corruption themes.))

Elijah whipped a switchblade from his pocket. He twirled it dexterously before pressing its silvery edge to the bottom of her black dress. He locked eyes with Lilian; observed the anxiety and anticipation building in her torso. He glanced at her rising and falling chest.

He’d felt her heart flutter, her body’s heat and saccharine scent. He indulged in her rhythm and fright. Gracefully, he dragged the knife vertically against the length of her attire. Its serrated edge pressed cautiously into her thighs as it tore the dress’s seams apart. He sheathed the pocketknife with a click and admired his work. Her violet panties and breast revealed.

He expressed no joy. “Taking me serious, yet?”

Eli flashed a picture with his phone and then showed it to her.

“Discard the dress and put your wrists on the table.” Elijah tucked his phone. “In the organization, we call this the Viewing Room. You’re today’s view.”

Eli handcuffed her left and right wrist.

CHAPTER 2

Lillian winced and teared-up as she hopelessly discarded her evening gown. Gentle splotches of red trailed up her inner thigh where the knife had nipped. Her only clothing now being her panties. She covered her nipples before Elijah seized her hands and pressed them onto the wooden table. She’d gasped when she’d felt the cold metal of the cuffs fasten around her wrists and ankles. Lillian’s heart was beating a tattoo into her chest. She was forced to lean down slightly by the bindings. She attempted to hold her breath steady.

Lifting her head, she realized all three men were ogling her, the two cronies more blatantly than Eli. Her vision diminished beneath her disheveled black hair. Strands began to cling to her sweated brow and her pale body reflected into the sheen mahogany of the table. Her brown areolas and shaven pussy looked inviting to any man.

“What is it you want from me?” Her voice trembled giving way the fear she attempted to guise.

Elijah’s boots thumped hollow against the concrete floor as he prowled circles in the room. Lillian writhed and her moon kissed thighs flushed a panicked shade of red. Her ankles bit against the fetters and the clamoring iron echoed off the stark white walls of the room. She heard the doormen sniggering in the background. Elijah halted behind her. He’d been watching Lillian struggle as she wiggled her ass.

He could see her pinks lips glisten and stain her violet panties. Elijah throbbed and tensed, but he would not sully himself, yet. Elijah removed his shirt then motioned towards his henchmen. “Does your boyfriend know you are here?” One guard tossed Elijah her phone. Eli gestured them to leave. He opened the device and flicked through her gallery.

“Yes! Look at our texts!” she pleaded. Lillian’s phone was sacred to her. Not for the point of general privacy, but because it housed everything... dirty furtive secrets that could ruin any chance of a normal life for this seemingly sweet girlie.

Elijah’s eyes widened as he toured her gallery. His amber eyes reflected risqué images. Lily’s neck craned and her hope dwindled as he scrolled her privacy. She knew what he was seeing, search history, nudes, text conversations, Reddit... all of it. Her lewd and creative habits.

Elijah grinned and leaned over Lillian. He held the phone to her. “Is this you?”

Lillian’s eyes dulled when she saw herself, ass in the air and thumb on her lips. “Y-yes.” She answered solemnly and bit her lip.

Elijah turned to the rafters and announced as if there were an audience. “Do you see viewers! Our alabaster angel in the sultry black dress.” Elijah motioned to the scraps of her cloths on the floor. “Is quite the agreeable and submissive, little slut.” He turned to her. “Tell me, Lillian. How do you think the viewers will want you fucked?” His eyes shimmered when he smiled.

“Vie-Viewers?!” Lillian echoed shocked, only now noticing the winking red lights of the cameras above. “H-how many people...” She asks, feeling utterly humiliated, knowing people are seeing her in her most vulnerable state. Her eyes fell on the opaque window, and she realized why it’s called the Viewing Room.

Elijah opened his phone and switched to the livestream. There were several camera angles. A bird’s-eye view that showed Eli positioned behind Lillian. Another angle, a closeup of her face. Another still focused on Elijah’s black bulge just inches away from the soft mesh of her panties. Elijah clicked on this angle and began rocking his hips against her soft derrière.

The comments section multiplied with little blue texts.

He lowered the phone to show her:

“Fuck her cute mouth till her mascara runs dry 😈”

“Please just whip out your cock and despoil her already😩”

“Make her do the 🤪 face”

Elijah spanked Lillian and squeezed an ass cheek. He pulled her violet panties aside; his fingertips circling gently over her clit, teasing it whilst his fingers slid rhythmically in and out. Another angle zoomed on his fondling, providing HD quality of his dark fingers curling inside her pussy.

Brusquely, she was bent over the table. Her bare feet felt the cold floor and her legs trembled. Her ass hiked; Lillian fidgeted. Desperate to repel his deepening touched, Lily's thighs wrestled his hot palm. Her chains clattered like shattering ice and the sound reverberated in her ears. Lillian's face flushed scarlet and she craned her neck towards Elijah. She pleaded.

“Please... I b-b-beg. I’ll do anything just not what they want.” She quivered and Elijah arched her back. His fingers plundered deeper inside her. She bit her lip to withhold a cry. Her ankle fetters clamored violently and she heard the enthusiastic pings of the livestream comments.