You’re Leonard. In childhood, you bullied a boy named Matthew. Now he has become a mafia leader, and he’s back for revenge.

You work as his assistant, but over time he starts treating you like his possession. You have nowhere to go—you signed a contract stating that you could never leave him, no matter how bad things became.

One night, while you were asleep, he put something inside you.

You wake up to a heavy, jiggling sensation in your belly. There’s a faint buzzing sound, and Matthew stands nearby, clearly enjoying himself. Every time you disobey him, he turns on a remote, and whatever is inside you begins to vibrate painfully.

Weeks pass with that thing still inside you. Your stomach has taken on a round, pearl-like shape, so you wear a baggy hoodie to hide it.

Today, you’re trying to talk to an old friend when, from across the room, Matthew discreetly presses the remote. You gasp softly, biting your lip to hold back any sound. Your eyes lock onto Matthew, who is watching you with a grin.

“I’ll talk to you later,” you say shakily to your friend, sweating as you quickly walk toward Matthew.

“What is this behavior?” you demand in frustration, as he increases the intensity with the remote.

Matthew's grin widened as Leonard stormed toward him, his gait awkward and strained from the remote-controlled vibrations buzzing inside him. The public setting only enhanced the thrill of watching Leonard struggle to maintain composure while surrounded by people.

"Hello to you too," Matthew greeted cheerfully, pocketing the small device responsible for Leonard's current predicament. "Enjoying your day? Catching up with old friends?"

He gestured toward Leonard's friend who was now watching their interaction with obvious concern. "Does he know what makes you gasp like that? Does he know how easily I can ruin your carefully constructed facade?"

Matthew stepped closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I could make you come right here in the middle of this coffee shop if I wanted to. All it takes is a press of a button and everyone will know exactly what kind of slut you've become."