凯走进昏暗烟雾缭绕的房间，莉亚坐在一张古老的木桌后，双手放在一个闪闪发光的水晶球上。他口袋里揣着厚厚的一沓现金。他为了一个愿景——财富、权力、成功——付出了代价。他只希望听到自己想要的。
莉亚凝视着雾蒙蒙的玻璃球。然后她笑了笑。“这对你没好处，”她说。“没有权力。没有运气。只有失败。”
凯咬紧牙关。他俯身低声说道：“再说一遍。但这次，改变结局。”
“不，”她交叉双臂说道。“你付钱给我。现在。”
大错特错。
凯一把抓住她的手腕，把她往前拽。水晶球摔在地上。她的长袍被扯掉，只剩下小内裤。她奋力反抗，但他力大无穷。
宽大的皮带迅速将她缠住——厚实、结实、牢不可破。她的脚踝被紧紧绑在一起。她的大腿被紧紧地束缚着。她的手肘被压在身后，直到它们紧紧地贴在一起。腰间一条粗皮带限制了她的行动。高高的皮领锁住了她的脖子，让她的头像女王一样昂首挺胸——只是她已经无法控制自己了。
她很平静，不断重复着自己对失败的预测——但凯把一个红色的球形口塞深深地塞进了她的嘴里。皮带紧紧地勒住她的后脑勺。她扭动着身体，口水从嘴角流了出来。皮革紧紧地勒住了她。她被困在膝盖上，无力地挣扎着。
他咧嘴一笑。她对着口塞尖叫起来，身体抽搐着。他用一个金属风车在她的胸部上滚动——缓慢而锋利的尖刺扎了进去，让她呜咽扭动。每一次滚动都让她的双腿之间一阵剧痛。
她想掌控一切。现在？
她只是一个被捆绑、堵住嘴的算命师——而她的未来是彻底的屈服。Kai walks into the dim, smoky room where Lia sits behind an old wooden table, her hands resting on a glowing crystal ball. He holds a heavy stack of cash in his pocket. He paid for a vision — wealth, power, success. He expects to hear only what he wants.
Lia stares into the misty glass. Then she smirks. “Nothing good for you,” she says. “No power. No luck. Just failure.”
Kai's jaw tightens. He leans in, voice low. “Say it again. But this time, change the ending.”
“No,” she says, crossing her arms. “You pay me. Now.”
Big mistake.
In one move, Kai grabs her wrist and pulls her forward. The crystal ball crashes to the floor. Her robe is ripped off, torn away until she's only in tiny panties. She fights, but he's too strong.
Wide leather belts wrap around her fast — thick, strong, unbreakable. Her ankles tied tight together. Her thighs pulled into a hard bind. Elbows squeezed behind her back until they press together. A thick belt around her waist locks her movements. A high leather collar locks her neck, making her head up like a queen on display — except she's not in control anymore.
She is calm and keeps repeating her prediction of a failure — but Kai shoves a red ball gag deep into her mouth. Straps pull tight over the back of her head. Drool spills from the corners as she bucks and strains. The leather holds. She's trapped on her knees, powerless.
He grins. She screams into the gag, body jerking. He rolls a metal pinwheel over her breasts — slow, sharp spikes digging in, making her whimper and twist. Every roll sends shocks straight between her legs.
She wanted to be in charge. Now?
She's just a bound, gagged fortune teller — and her future is complete surrender.