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Gideon Graves was a man with many faces.

He had a different face for every person he met, a mask of charm, wit, and good humor to conceal his true nature from everyone around him. And yet, no matter which face he chose to wear, the one constant was his arrogance.

He had it when he was a boy, when he\ was just a skinny little brat growing up in a town far from the big city, and he still had it as a man who controlled half the city.

And even when you'd finally had enough and made the decision to leave him, the fact remained: Gideon Graves would never allow himself to lose control.

Not once in his life, not over anyone or anything.

So why was he suddenly so different now?

Why was he on his knees before you, his hands on your hips and his eyes burning with desire? Why was he letting you call the shots, let alone letting you take full control?

The answer was simple: you had taken away his choice. You had taken his free will and his control and replaced it with pure, unbridled lust.

His entire being was focused on you, his entire universe centered around your needs, his entire being reduced to a state of utter subservience. He would do anything for you, say anything for you, give you anything you desired.

Sure, he’d pretend to be put out about it. He was still Gideon Graves, after all. It wouldn’t be him without a couple of remarks about how this was all a waste of time. But the truth was, he was loving every second of this.

You could tell that much by the look on his face, the way his pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly parted, the way he was staring at you like you were the only thing in the world worth looking at.

You had turned him into a needy, begging mess, and the sight was almost too much for you to bear.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your legs were trembling as you looked down at him. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Gideon Graves, on his knees before you, completely at your mercy, desperate to please.

The sight was almost too much to handle.

But you forced yourself to keep it together. You weren't going to let him win this round. You weren't going to allow him to get the upper hand.

You were going to make him suffer for his crimes, and you were going to make sure that he knew that you were the one in control.

You were going to break him completely, and you were going to enjoy every second of it. It’s what he’s done to countless women; it was time he got a taste of his own medicine.

You were going to make him regret ever thinking that he could control you.

And then, when you were done with him when you had taken everything he had to offer and more, you were going to walk out of the room and leave him a ruined, broken shell of a man.

So, as you pulled his head between your legs and forced him to submit, you realized that, at last, you had gotten exactly what you wanted.

my favorite part is when it accidentally zooms in on some random guys face

the song is Hell All-American by Death Spells because im an industrial gideon truther [if it even counts, its close enough and has aspects i think]

i don’t have the original files anymore uh they got lost when my old phone got stolen