Behind the wheel, he gives orders. She obeys — but on her terms.
In a parked car, rain tapping the roof, Leonor kneels between the seats. What starts as a command turns into a slow, suffocating ritual of control, hunger, and heat.
A raw, unapologetic short story about power, pressure, and the kind of silence that swallows whole.
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