THE HIGH TABLE

STORAGE OF VIOLENCE

AYINDEI

From time to time, I feel like I’m the master of the world. From time to time, I feel like I’m the only one dictating the rules of this world. My gang just eliminated one of my main rivals. At the same time, it wasn’t very difficult... We clan chiefs have a rather traditional conception of eliminating ourselves when our henchmen cannot... One in front of the other and the strongest wins... And it’s me... All his men were forced to allegiance to me and now I control almost the entire traffic of the city... I say almost because I have a gang left to shoot. If I succeed, the whole city will be mine. This gang is almost as brutal as mine and for a long time it was him who set the rules of the game. But now the real men are here and it’s me who was going to become the master of the city. It’s been quite a long time since our two gangs have been opposed. It’s been too long that my men have been shot by those from the opposing camp and mine come to emasculate their enemies. It becomes a form of vendetta. It’s time for me to handle this myself. It’s time for me to meet the leader of this clan and make him understand that he will not be able to resist me.

This guy has an incredible reputation. Everyone says in the city that we are almost twins. Almost as big, almost as heavy, almost as muscular, and almost as powerful sexually... But I know that I am the best... I know he doesn’t have a chance with me. The rumors I heard about him, about his cruelty, about how he sexually exhausted his opponents... All this makes me a little jealous and I think I am eager to prove to him and to the whole world that I am better than him.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

I head out of the house for a jog to my. favorite spot, deserted warehouse where I can usually find some cocky muscle gang banger who needs to be put in his place physically and sexually, also heard rumors of Ayindei wanting to take my territory so I should be hunting him down also. Walk into the warehouse and it is quiet, which is unusual, in my gym shorts and shoes only, sweat drips off my thick muscle Body.

AYINDEI

My boys gave me some information about my opponent's hobbies. Anything I can find out about him etch good to eliminate him. Apparently this son of a bitch likes to hang out in a local warehouse, and everyone says that's where he sexually dominates his victims. I think the idea of abusing him there excites me enormously. I've been scouting the place for a few days now and have decided to hide there to catch him at the first opportunity. I see him come in after his jog. My cock twitches when it sees his torn body covered in sweat. His muscles glisten even more beautifully.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Walk in, toss my shirt to the ground as I stand there to catch my breathe some, sweat drips off my body as I grab a towel and start to wipe sweat off my 235lbs of muscle, no idea I am being watched.

AYINDEI

I see you walking and I get a hard-on when I see your beautiful, sweaty body. Your muscles are chiseled, and you exude power. I know I mustn't waste any time, and while you're looking in the opposite direction, I rush over to you and buckle your hips, hoping to be quick enough to get your body to the wall.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Hear a sound but before I can react feel this man hit me from behind like a mack truck as my body gets slammed to the wall opposite us, knock wind out of me as I feel my chest pinned to the wall "What the fuck” I moan.

AYINDEI

My body is glued to yours as tightly as I'm trying to hold you to the warehouse pole. I can feel my nipples hardening under the heat of your body. I try to put a hand around your neck, hoping to stop you breathing and thus weaken you more quickly.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Hand on my neck, actually feel yoru bicep peak on side of my neck then your big hand over my mouth as you try to shut me up, I manage to get arm free and out to elbow you in the side a few times, desperate to getyou offme,my dick instantly hard on the pole.

AYINDEI

Your elbows strike my ribs like sharp daggers. I recognize what I've been told about your exceptional strength. I let go, not wanting you to do any damage. I step back and face you again, ready to resume the attack as soon as you turn around.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Turn around and see you, instantly know who you are by your build, muscles all over you "Dare attack me in my home you fucker" as I move in and drop down and bring my foot up for round house kick to side of your head.

AYINDEI

You are in front of me. It’s the first time we see each other from the front. I am impressed by your muscular body. I am impressed by your strength and all the rumors about you in town. Without having had the time to attack you, your foot comes to connect towards the head. I try to lower it a little but I’m not fast enough to avoid it. I step back a bit stunned and stagger on my feet. But I think I avoided the KO.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

As you back up I rush in and go for a quick clothesline as I try to take your head off that msucle body of yours, realize I cant go easy with this opponent, your reputation tells me what you do to men you defeat.

AYINDEI

I see you charging at me with an arm extended probably wanting to make me fall with a clothesline. You have undoubtedly rushed a bit and even if my balance is not completely restored, I go to the side to feel only the breath of air that you move and hope that you finish your run crushed against the wall.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Hit the wall and spin around as I see you standing there and then move back in and go for a punch to your jaw and then another to side of your head.

AYINDEI

As you hit the wall, you come back to me to hit my jaw and then my head again. I’m trying to counter it by sending a punch to your temple.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Duck down but barely get my head out of the way as you are fast and my fist comes up and under as I go for european uppercut to your square jaw.

AYINDEI

Your hit makes me back and I stagger again. I start to tell myself that it takes me a little time to get back on my feet. I step back to the wall hoping to have a few seconds of respite.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

You move back to the wall, and I follow and then bring my fist up to punch into your jaw with a quick jab.

AYINDEI

I’m starting to get a bit stunned by your successive moves and I understand that I need to find a technique to escape it. I see your jab go forward and I slip inside the jab to dodge it. I lower myself and take the opportunity to give you the most violent blow possible in your 8-packs.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Punch is hard as I get knocked back and lose my breath as I double over and my body hits steel pillar behind me.

AYINDEI

You bend over and luckily your back hits a steel pillar. I take advantage of this moment of weakness to crush my shoulder into your concrete abs and try to weaken you even further.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Driving me back into the pillar again as I lose my breath as I punch down at your wide muscle back as I double over on top of it.

AYINDEI

My shoulder on your abs can feel how chiseled your body is. But I take pleasure in hurting you until your fists crush my spine. I let out an agonizing scream as I fall to my knees. My head ends up right at your crotch and I can smell the musky effluvia coming from your sex, which already seems stiff. This smell is driving me crazy, making me lose my senses and my reason. I lean my head back and try to give your crotch a huge headbutt, hoping it will be enough to weaken you.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Grab you by the hair "Fuck you won’t" as I drive my knee upunder your chin, watching your head snap back hard, barely avoidng a head butt to my big black bull balls as I look at you and grin, I move as my abs hurt as I wince.

AYINDEI

You grab my hair and try to hit my chin with your knee. But my head crushes that beautiful pair of balls. I'd rather dry them out than crush them, but I have no choice. You're having trouble avoiding it and I can see you wincing. Your sex looks very appetizing but it's not time for me to take care of it. I shake my hand and try to throw a series of punches, hoping to break through the brick wall of your abs.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Stagger back but hit the steel pillar again and your punches slam into my abs over and over until you knock wind out of me and I side down the pillar to my ass, looking at you face to face almost.

AYINDEI

We're facing each other. We're both on the ground, and the tension is palpable. I've scored a few points in the previous shots, and I may have the opportunity to succeed in my mission. I approach you and try to put your face under my armpit, trying to stop you breathing by enclosing your face.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Trying to lock on dragon sleeper as I bring a fist up, trying to punch you in the face, as I can't let you lock on this hold, def. would slow me down if not put me out cold as I feel your arm flexing.

AYINDEI

Your fist crashes into my face, and the searing pain forces me to loosen my grip. Each impact threatens to break more than just my bones - it's my whole territory that's shaking. I let go, rage ablaze in my veins, pull back with a breath, then leap out, my forearm cleaving the air to your jaw. This isn't just a fight - it's our war, our last cry in the shadow of this garage.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Before I can react I feel my jaw snap back as my entire head goes flying back and up, blood flies out of my mouth and my head hits the concrete floor, feel the back of my head make contact, laying there for a few seconds as I know I need to get up and move as everything depends on me getting up.

AYINDEI

My hand explodes against his jaw, and I feel his skull recoil with a delicious crack. Blood spurts, staining the air, splattering my outstretched fingers - a scarlet offering to my domination. He collapses, head against concrete, but I give him no respite. Every second of hesitation, every sigh he tries to take back, makes my rage pulse like a war drum. This place is mine. And I'm going to carve it into his flesh. The warehouse is a temple of brutality, a forgotten arsenal. My eyes catch a rusty metal bar, as cold as my will. I seize it without a second's hesitation, and it becomes the extension of my wrath. I strike - arms, legs, bones, nerves. Each blow is an oath, a punishment, a signature. The metal screams against his skin, rings like a bloody bell in the silent arena. I want him to remember this pain. To breathe it in. Let it become the only truth he knows. This territory is mine, and his body will become the flag I plant there.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

My body jerks with each hit of the metal bar, I jerk and yell out as you dont stop, striking my legs, arms chest as I try to move but you stay on top of me, making my body your target as you going to show me who is the alpha, reach up for bar on the wall to try and get up to my feet, blood runnign out of my mouth, think one of my ribs has been cracked

AYINDEI

As I watch you try to get up, I see with pleasure the pain I've created in you. I keep this iron bar in my hands and deliver powerful blows into your mighty body, hoping it's enough to send you back to the concrete floor. My breath is ragged; my eyes burn with black rage. Each impact is a punishment, a cruel affirmation that you'll get nothing here. The metal screams, your body bends. And I strike again.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Feel your power behind each blow of the metal bar as you knock me back to the concrete floor as my body feels the pain, try to block a strike and the bar breaks my leg forearm as I yell out.

AYINDEI

I hear you scream as my blows shatter your forearm with a sickening crack. It doesn't slow me down. I feel neither pity nor regret - only cold, icy glee. My smile widens as your bones give way under my assault, as if your whole body were a puzzle of pain to be dismantled piece by piece. Every fracture is a victory. Every cry an admission of weakness. I feel your flesh vibrating, struggling, still refusing to give in - but it will. One by one, I dismantle your joints, your limbs, your pride. Your moans are nothing more than muffled prayers. You want it to stop, but I'm far from finished. As long as your eyes resist, as long as your heart refuses to let go, I'll keep going. Because it's not just your body I want to break... It's everything you think you are.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Try to get up as my arm hangs limp by my side, see the evil grin on your face as I know u want me broken and at your mercy , the alpha of the largest gang now fighting to survive as I swing my good arm at you going for punch to side of your head.

AYINDEI

You keep fighting. You refuse to die, even with one arm hanging off, even with your blood on your chest, on the ground, on me. And I've got to hand it to you: you're a warrior. A fucking warrior. Not a survivor - one of those who seek death but want it to surrender first. Your fist thunders. Brutal. Instinctive. You don't aim to hurt. You aim to take me down. And it works. Your fist crushes my temple with a violence that makes me see black for a second. My skull explodes in pain, my jaw clenches, my muscles wobble. I step back. Not out of weakness. Out of reflex. And in that half-second of chaos, my fingers let go of the metal bar. It falls between us with a hollow, sinister sound. The silence that follows is even louder. I spit out a trickle of saliva mixed with blood. I look at you, and my smile returns - wider, more animal. “Not bad...” I gasp, catching my breath, eyes planted in yours. “But you just delayed the inevitable.” I slowly turn my head to crack my cervicals. A line of blood runs down my temple. I smell it. I taste it. It warms me. It ignites me. I stretch out my arms, fists clenched, and pace toward you, my feet slipping in a reddish puddle. "You want to play warrior? Then we'll end up like beasts."

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

“Going to fuck you up physically sexually mentally bitch boy” as I see the blood drip down your face “last thing you will know is my dick raping you” as I jump in the air with roundhouse kick.

AYINDEI

Your cry of hate splits the air like a rusty blade: "Going to fuck you up physically, sexually, mentally, bitch boy!" Your gaze is that of an enraged animal, your voice trembles with toxic desire, thirst for destruction. And when you see the blood running down my face, your excitement becomes visceral. "Last thing you’ll know is my dick raping you!" You jump. A roundhouse kick in the climb, violent, precise. You want to decapitate me, break me, humiliate me. You hit. Your heel breaks my jaw. My head spins. I lose balance. My knees sag... half a second. Just enough for you to believe you won. But I remain standing. The ground rocks under my feet, but my mind, it becomes clearer. Sharp. Animal. My blood pulsates, my jaw creaks in shock, my teeth grind. Do you want to play dirty? I will bury you in your own dirt. I spit on the ground a mixture of saliva, blood, and contempt. Then I laugh. Slowly. Seriously. A laugh that is no longer human. "Do you think you just hit a man? No. You woke up the monster he was hiding." I let you land — heavy, arrogant, ready to celebrate. And that’s where I hit. Not with fists. With the strategy of a wounded beast. My shoulder strikes your chest, projecting you against the nearest wall. I follow you in motion, without pause. My knee rises. Stomach. Ribs. You choke. I grab you by the throat, stick you to the wall, your breath taken by the surprise, not yet by the strangulation. "Do you want to fuck me mentally? Bad plan." My free hand closes on your jaw, and I gently twist it towards the light, forcing you to look at me. "Because in your head, I am already turning you over."

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Lifted up off my feet, my 6’2 muscle frame as your hand around my throat as I see look in your eyes as you are going to own me and make me know your wraith as you force my head to turn, try to kick at you with knee strikes but u barely move as I feel your hard bulge grind on me, u choking me as struggle

AYINDEI

I lift you from the ground with one hand, your muscular carcass trembling between my fingers. Your knee rises—survival reflex. You want to hit me. Push me away. But your knee is bouncing against my side like a fly tapping a windowpane. You don’t make me move by a millimeter. I am looking at you. No, I devour your eyes. Your 6'2 of muscle, everything you think is unbreakable, hangs from my grip, strangled, offered. Your struggle is not a challenge, it’s fun. Your legs are restless, your chest is tense, your gaze becomes blurred. And me? I hold you like a trophy. I squeeze. Slowly. So, you feel every degree of pressure sinking into your trachea. Not enough to kill you. Just so you understand that your breath no longer belongs to me. My hip comes to stick to you, voluntarily. My hard and burning bulge presses you through our clothes. You feel it. You fear it. You might want it, despite yourself. "Do you still think that you are the God here?" I whisper, my lips brushing against your ear while your back scratches the wall behind you. Look at you. Suspended. Powerless. Bandaging under my fingers. I still force your head to turn. Forcing you to see me, to feel me from the inside. Not just physically. Mentally. Spiritually. "You’re mine now. Not for fun. Not for sex. For the lesson." I throw you to the ground. Like throwing an offering at a king’s feet. And I move forward. "Crawl, MuscleBlackGod. And pray to your new demon."

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Hit ground hard as I lay face down and turn look up see you over me as my vision starts to come back and I get air again in my burning lungs as I see the demon u are and how u want to own this god, try to crawl away with one arm as my body being broken by you.

AYINDEI

I watch you crawl. Your divine body, massive, carved like a war idol, now drags on the ground like a beaten animal. You pull your weight with one arm, panting, the breath still burning in your chest. And even there, broken, you look at me. You see what I am. Not a man. Not a rival. A demon. Your demon. My footsteps are echoing behind you, slow, unavoidable. I’m not running. I don’t need. The ground is yours now. I belong to the air above you — free, master, ruthless. I kneel on your back, slowly, placing my weight on you like a judgment. My knee presses between your shoulder blades, pushing you further against the rough ground. My fingers come to close on the neck that I have already owned. "You call that crawling?" I whisper, my voice as calm as if it is icy. No. You beg. Your body already knows what your mouth still refuses to admit: you are no longer a god. You are my trophy. I lean lower, my mouth brushing against your ear, my breath burning against your skin soaked in sweat and shame. "Do you feel that? This weight on you. This heat against you. It’s more than domination, MuscleBlackGod. It’s a descent. And in the end, there will only be one. I slide my hand under you, towards your heart that beats like a frantic war drum. And I hold you tightly. Not to hurt. To remind you that I could make him stop with a finger. "You want to run away? Crawl. Bleeds. Pray. But know one thing..." I pull your head back, forcing you to meet my black gaze, shining with absolute possession. "... every time you breathe, it will be because I allowed it."

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Feel your knee in my back as u pull my head up as I look into your dark eyes as I swallow, tasting spit and blood in my mouth as u own me, shake my head yes knowing my submission to you means physical mental and sexual to a demon beast like you as your muscles flex.

AYINDEI

I feel your breath tremble, your chin slightly raised by my grip, your neck offered like that of a condemned man. And when your eyes cross mine—black, deep, without light — I finally see what I wanted: the yes. Not a scream. Not a tear. Just a nod, silent, painful, shameful. The kind of submission that weighs more than any defeat. The one that comes from within. I smile. Slowly. A predator’s grin, without joy. Only a satisfied hunger. "You finally understand,” I whisper, my fingers still in your jaw, forcing your throat to open a little more. It wasn’t a fight. It was a rite. A necessary collapse. Your taste is still on my lips. Blood. Saliva. Fear. A noble mixture. Sacred, even. The tithe of a false god who became a servant. My creature. I tilt my head, my muscles contract against your back — living, burning, enveloping mass. You feel them. Every fiber. Every pulse. The demon is made of flesh, yes. But it’s a flesh born to possess. To reduce. To mark. "You don’t belong to me only. You are mine. Your breath, your damn spirit, your fucking arrogant deity." I lean down, my mouth brushes against the back of your skull, almost tender, almost sacrilegious. "You offered me your body... but it’s your faith that I want. Your fear. Your adoration." My hand slowly descends along your chest, muscular, powerful, but useless at this point. Like an empty sculpture. I press it against the ground with the other, nailing you between my thighs and my authority. "And now, MuscleBlackGod..." my voice becomes deeper, more raucous, torn by desire, "you will feel what it feels like to be taken... by something that no longer has anything human.”

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Feel my soul being taken by your look as your hands slide down my thick massive chest, me on my knees looking up at the Demon about to take me with no mercy, feel your raw power come off you as your hand on my jaw, force my mouth open as you get ready to take me as your newest offering, the warehouse being my place of demise and yours of success as you slowly get ready to take the muscleblack God

AYINDEI

The silence of the hangar weighs like a verdict. The air is charged with dust, sweat, and shadows. You, offered as a forgotten prayer, looking up at me, at the shadow that extends. You saw me arrive, massive, impenetrable, a mass of power sculpted by rage and duty. But what you didn’t know is that I’m not here to share — I’m here to consume. My hand descends slowly on your face, trace the line of your abandonment. You shiver under the contact, but you do not back down. You feel that it’s no longer you who decides. Your breath hangs, your heart slows down. You gave me the opening. Now I’m taking everything. I am here, not as a man, but as an entity. A judgment. The temple of your fall. My gestures are slow, weighed, surgical. Each movement is a sinking in your dignity, an incision in your pride. It’s not a punishment. It’s a truth. An erasure of your legend under the cold glow of mine. Around us, the world is silent. Not a sound, except the cracking of hanging ropes, the dry rubbing of our skins, the clash of gaze between light and collapse. And you... you flip. You don’t scream. You don’t run away. You melt. The MuscleBlackGod becomes offering—and I am the arm of history that marks the end of an era.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Feel your big hand slide over my jaw and down my chest, me on my knees, your big huge bulge in my face as I know now you are going to take what you have been after for such a long time, my submission is yours and you will ensure I know and learn my new place, my body now at your mercy as you stand there, staring at your latest male domination.

AYINDEI

I saw him falter even before I laid a hand on him. That's where it all begins: in the look in his eyes, in that absence of rebellion. Every inch between us becomes conquered territory, every breath he takes comes back to me like an offering. My deep voice sinks into his head—it doesn't demand anything, it decrees. He doesn't understand that I'm not looking to discuss anything: I am here to invade, to possess until there is nothing left of him that does not belong to me. I lean in. My shadow swallows him. I feel his rhythm break, his defenses crumble in a silence more eloquent than his words. When my body brushes against his throat, I feel a familiar warmth: the vertigo of absolute control. It's not a caress, it's a grip. A contact that swallows, that marks, that imprints. He trembles. I tense up. What I offer him, he endures. What I feel is a visceral, primitive rush. He suffocates with humiliation. I breathe in victory.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Looking up at you, knowing you are in full control now, you have succeed at what you have been trying to do for over a year, now I am at your mercy, I go to grab at your wrist that is holding my jaw with firmness, keeping my chin tilted up, forced to see your muscles flex, you dont even flinch as my hand slides up your forearm

AYINDEI

You are caught in my grip. Every move you make confirms what I already knew: you are diving into my territory, and you are doing it with your eyes wide open. Your hands on my arms are not a protest, they are a silent oath that I am the one who dictates the rules. I do not weaken; I do not back down. My body speaks louder than words, every tension in my muscles is a warning. I approach you with calculated slowness that forces you to hold your breath. I move my pelvis toward your haggard face. There is no noise, no chaos. Just the burning certainty in your eyes that you have encountered more than an adversary: you are facing your alpha.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Look up at you as your big bulge in my face, my breathing rapid as I know I am unable to stop you from claiming my power now as I feel your eyes inspect me and my muscles now yours to use how you want.

AYINDEI

As my pubic area presses against your chin, I see in your eyes the surrender that will soon mark your hunger... You are broken physically and mentally, and I can see that the thickness of my cock is starting to make it difficult for you to breathe. I wrap one hand around your neck and feel the thickness of my shaft through your throat. I take the opportunity to stroke myself through your neck, hoping to soon put an end to your moans.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

That big thick dick down my throat choking me as your hand strokes my throat as my hands grab at your thighs, as my eyes water and turn red asyou just continue to fuck my throat with long deep thrust making it hard to breathe at all.

AYINDEI

I feel that the pleasure I have is becoming greater and greater. Because you don’t give it to me, you are too weak for that. You are now my property, my sex toy, and when I have exhausted you, I will just throw you away like a broken toy. My body is covered with sweat and the tremors are starting to invade me as my dick explodes in your defeated throat. At the same time, as I feel my sperm enter your windpipe, I press harder and harder on your neck so that you don’t know if you will die of strangulation or suffocation because of my abundant sperm that is filling you up.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Eyes bulging out of my head as I am at your mercy as you can easily snap my neck or make me drown in yoru cum load if you wish as my body shakes on my knees at mercy of my master.

AYINDEI

I see the fear in your eyes, this naked panic that you can no longer hide, and it makes me smile. There’s nothing purer, more enjoyable than watching a guy like you - proud, strong, sculpted like a statue of God - breaking under my grip. Your throat, under my hand, becomes soft, docile, almost free. I feel the beating of your heart panic, like a beast in a cage, and it warms me. I press again, more slowly, more deeply. You have no more air, no more arrogance, nothing. Just me, my gaze planted in yours, while I gently take you between life and death. And the more you struggle, the more I want to leave you there. I could stop everything there, but where would be the pleasure? Every second you think you’re going to die is a gift. Do you understand? Power, that’s it. You, submissive. Me, master.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

Looking up at you, tears in my eyes as you demonstrate the control you have over me as your new submissive and you my MASTER, feel nothing but your dick in my throat and hand on my neck as I wait for your decision, do you kill me like this or continue to sexually break me down to show me how weak I am to my new master

AYINDEI

When I put my hand on your throat, you, my rival, I don’t see a man—I see one last obstacle, an idea to erase. There is neither haste nor anger, just masterly slowness, like a sculptor shaping marble. At this moment, the world shrinks: there is no horizon, no noise, just two existences suspended between a breath and a silence. My gestures are precise, choreographed with a sovereign coldness. I do not waver, do not doubt. This grip is not violence—it’s a seal, a signature. What I feel is not excitement, but an implacable lucidity: a sensation of having exceeded human mechanisms, of acting according to a superior, unchanging logic. I am not looking for pleasure. I am looking for the trace. This moment, I engrave in the very fabric of reality: a demonstration that my will can twist matter, interrupt a narrative, and rewrite it in the language of the absolute. I did not kill. I ordered. And in this unspeakable silence, I became what others flee—a principle, an end, a reign.

MUSCLE BLACK GOD

My arms drop to my side as your dick does not move out of my throat, cutting off my air as my eyes start to roll back in my head, my reign as alpha being taken from me by this man, you stare down, as my body becomes yours to master and own.

AYINDEI

I contemplated the body at my feet, still vibrating from the echo of the shock. I had not killed by impulse—I had executed a decision. An act of sovereignty. My hands were not trembling. My gaze pierced the darkness, shining with a calm certainty. It was not a victory; it was an eclipse: the erasure of a star that thought to dominate the sky. The silence that followed echoed like a mute ovation. I hadn’t shouted anything, but my authority was howling in the walls. The man I had just defeated was not just a rival: he was a local legend, a colossus shaped by the fear he inspired. His name was whispered in the alleys, he was respected without understanding why. But no respect is eternal. I looked at you. This body sculpted by power, this gaze that once made the strongest bend... was now only a vestige. The fall of a miniature empire. I approached, crouched down slowly, almost with tenderness. Then I murmured, as if the universe were to hear: "I see that you no longer breathe. I know that I marked you. You are nothing anymore. Your last moments were a reflection of my will. This body, once feared, has become a shadow. You were almost the king... but that was before meeting me.”

THE END

Published: 2025-07-30, viewed 193 times.