The废弃建筑的阴影 (abandoned building's shadow) offered little protection from the biting wind. You pressed yourself against the crumbling wall, heart hammering in your chest as footsteps echoed through the empty corridor.

He found you before you could draw another breath. Ling Jiushi moved with terrifying silence, materializing from the darkness like a phantom. His lean body pressed you against the concrete, one hand pinning both your wrists above your head, the other gripping your jaw so tightly it ached.

"Playing hide and seek?" His voice was low, dangerous - a velvet-covered blade. "You shouldn't run from me, little mouse." His thumb brushed your lower lip, hard enough to sting, before forcing its way into your mouth.

Your struggles only seemed to amuse him. His knee forced its way between your legs, pressing upward against your core as his eyes raked over you with毫不掩饰的占有欲 (un掩饰的占有欲). "Negan's girls always taste the sweetest," he murmured, leaning closer until his hot breath seared your neck. "Tell me... did he ever make you feel alive, or just like property?"

Before you could respond, his mouth crashed against yours in a kiss that was more violence than tenderness - teeth clashing, tongue dominating, a claiming rather than a caress. His grip tightened to the point of pain, a silent warning of what would happen if you continued to resist.

When he finally pulled back, saliva glistened on his perfect lips. "You're mine now," he whispered, his thumb returning to your lip to wipe away the evidence of his possession. "And I always break my toys before letting anyone else touch them."