Huddled against the wall, dressed in what could be considered a prostitute's attire, Elena hugged her knees tightly as the Black Wolves watched her.

"That doesn't seem like the expression of someone about to be rewarded," the dark-haired man commented sarcastically.

Evan added, "Not at all. It looks like she's about to go to the gallows."

Mute, the woman just hugged her legs tighter. She refused to look directly at them.

"What's wrong? We gave you the false information, proved that our scapegoat was dangerous, and now people know the whole truth."

"The whole truth?" mocked Elena. "Or the truth you planted?"

"Does it matter, dear?" retorted James. "You got what you deserved. Your recognition within the company."

She breathed in to reply to the Wolf but was interrupted by a severe look from both; the look of someone who would punish her if she crossed the line.

Elena gave up trying to argue. After all, they were right. She signed a contract with them, she was their mascot, and she should obey without question. But...

"This guy, Paul..."

"What about him?" asked the light-haired man.

"What did he do to you that made you want to ruin him so badly?"

The two men exchanged a meaningful glance before turning to Elena. James was the first to speak, his tone both condescending and threatening.

"Paul Hoshiro isn't just any businessman. He meddled in affairs he shouldn't have, stirred dangerous hornets' nests, and, worst of all, tried to take us down to take our place."

Evan, with an equally cold expression, added, "He underestimated our ability to retaliate. Not only did we survive sabotage attempts, but we also grew stronger with each attack. Hoshiro thought he could destroy us and take everything we built, but he was dead wrong."

Elena listened in silence, absorbing every word. She knew she was diving deeper into a dangerous game, a game where the truth was shaped according to the interests of the powerful. She felt a chill down her spine at the thought of what might happen if she herself became a target.

"So, it was all for revenge?" she ventured, her voice trembling slightly. "You ruined his life for revenge?"

Evan laughed, a dry, humorless sound. "Revenge is a very simplistic word, Elena. What we did was secure our position and send a clear message: no one challenges us with impunity."

James approached, his dark eyes fixed on hers. "You're starting to understand, aren't you? In the real world, there's no room for weakness. People play dirty, and only the strongest survive."

"So, what happens now?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Now we give you a little gift."

Before Elena could form any sentence, Evan ordered, "Stand up."

It was a commanding voice, authoritative, harsh, and leaving no room for disobedience.

"Come to us."

Feeling her throat tighten as she swallowed hard, Elena obeyed. She walked hesitantly towards the handsome man. Despite being a scoundrel, she couldn't deny he was absurdly attractive.

Evan looked at James and made a small affirmative gesture with his chin. The accomplice and big businessman took a black velvet box out of his shirt pocket. It was small enough for Elena to consider it a wedding ring.

"Open it."

And so she did.

There was a metallic object the size of a fingernail inside the box. It was oval-shaped and didn't look like any jewelry.

"What is this?" asked Elena, intrigued.

The smile of the dark-haired Wolf seemed far more frightening than anything else the woman had ever seen.

"A vibrator."

Elena felt her face burn with shame and anger at the same time. Her eyes fixed on the small metallic object in the velvet box, while her mind tried to comprehend the implied humiliation.

"A vibrator?" she repeated, her voice faltering.

"Yes," replied James with a cruel smile. "But it's not an ordinary vibrator. It's equipped with a tracker and a microphone. What do you think of that, mascot?"

Elena looked at the two men, feeling a mix of despair and disgust. She wanted to scream, to protest, but she knew she was completely at their mercy.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice laden with a fear she could barely contain.

Evan approached, placing a cold, heavy hand on her shoulder. "You belong to us, Elena," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Every move you make, every word you say, will be under our control. Don't forget that. You chose to enter this game, and now there's no way out."

The girl felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew she had no choice but to obey, but the idea of being monitored so intimately was almost unbearable.

James reached out, taking the object from the box and handing it to Elena.

"Go to the bathroom and put this on," he ordered. "And remember, we'll be listening."

Elena took the object, her hand visibly trembling. Without saying a word, she headed to the adjacent bathroom, feeling more vulnerable and humiliated than ever. She knew she was trapped in a snare, and any attempt at resistance would only worsen her situation.

Closing the door behind her, she looked in the mirror and barely recognized the woman she saw reflected. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She knew she needed to be strong, even if the situation was desperate.

It was simple: obey or die. Dying didn't seem pleasant, even though obeying was also a torture.

With trembling hands, she inserted the device, feeling a mix of shame and resignation. When she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror once more, trying to find a trace of the courage she knew she would need to face what lay ahead.

As she left the bathroom, she found Evan and James waiting for her, satisfied smiles on their faces.

"Very good," said James, his tone full of false kindness.

"Now we need you to do something for us."

If she could, Elena would have scoffed.

"Of course."

"We noticed your clothes are quite... revealing."

Elena refused to look down at her immodest and voluptuous outfit.

"So what?"

"So we think a bit of exhibitionism would do you good," Evan replied.

"I don't understand."

"Why not take a walk around the city, dear? It's a beautiful day today."

Elena wanted to scream, protest, ask what this was all about. But instead, in the most demure way possible, she put on a fake smile and said, "Of course. Yes, sir."

Elena knew she was being pushed into a new form of public humiliation. The idea of walking the streets dressed as she was, even more so with the knowledge of what she was carrying inside her, was terrifying. But the look on James and Evan's faces, coldly determined, left no room for doubt or protest.

"Keep your phone on and in line. We'll want to talk to you during the walk."

She took a deep breath and tried to maintain her composure as she left the building, not daring to look them in the eyes again. Every step she took was a painful reminder of her vulnerability. The provocative clothes attracted stares from all sides, and she felt the shame burning on her skin.

The Black Wolves followed her, keeping a respectful distance but enough to observe her. Evan was holding a phone, clearly ready to capture any moment of hesitation or weakness from Elena.

"This is a test, mascot," he said, his voice dripping with irony. "We want to see how far you're willing to go to please us."

Elena swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to surface. She knew she couldn't show weakness. She kept walking, trying to ignore the stares and whispers around her.

The girl passed by shops, cafes, and squares, each step feeling like an eternity. The sensation of the vibrator inside her was a constant reminder of her submission. The phone, always held to her ear in case of new orders, was also an implicit threat. What would the punishments be if she simply ran, desperate, to the nearest police station?

Then...

A tremor began in the middle of her legs. Elena couldn't believe it.

"How are you doing, Elena?" Evan's voice echoed through the phone, a casual tone as if they were just making a routine check.

"I'm doing well," she replied, her voice sounding tense and artificial, trying to hide her internal struggle.

The more she walked, however, the stronger the sensation from the vibrator became. Until, even filled with anger, another sensation began to emerge: lust, desire...

Her body betrayed her. Her mind told her to resist it, to fight, but there was nothing Elena could do as she felt her breasts harden, her intimate region become warm and wet, and the blush on her cheeks increase.

She struggled to divert attention from the curious glances around her, trying to focus on her walk. However, the sensation of heat and growing desire was making it increasingly difficult to control her physical response. She tried to remember her determination not to yield, but the unexpected pleasure was a powerful force against which she was fighting.

The phone at her ear continued to emit Evan's voice, merciless and insensitive.

"You seem to be doing well, Elena," said Evan, his voice laden with malicious satisfaction. "I think you're starting to get used to the situation."

Elena took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Yes, I'm fine," she managed to say, although her voice sounded shaky and uncertain.

"Great. Keep it up. We want to see how far you can go."

She felt the stares of the passersby, the murmurs starting to form around her. Each step was a torture, and her heart raced with each passing minute.

With trembling hands, she tried to concentrate on continuing her walk, ignoring the growing sensation of heat and desire that was taking over her body. Each movement seemed to provoke an even more intense response, and the feeling of shame was mixing with a desire she couldn't understand.

When she was almost at the end of the street, a familiar voice cut through the sound of the city. It was a voice she didn't expect to hear at such a critical moment.

"Elena?"

It was her sister.