บท 12: By tomorrow night
The mayor's smile widens, his eyes never leaving her. He can see the fear and disgust in her eyes, the way she tries to keep from trembling. It only seems to embolden him, the knowledge that he has this power over her fueling his desire. He leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous.")
"You will do as I say, won't you, Miss Iris?
Iris feels a shiver run down her spine as the mayor looms over her, his demeanor more intimidating than ever. She knows she's in a dangerous situation, and that there's no escaping his demands. But the thought of using her 'charms' on De-Martin, someone she barely knows, makes her nauseous.
"I... yes, I'll do it," she mutters, her voice filled with reluctance and disgust.
The mayor's eyes gleam with satisfaction, his smile almost feral. He knows she has no choice but to obey, and the thrill of power it gives him is electrifying.
"Good," he says, his tone hard and commanding. "You're smart to see that you have no other option. Remember, Miss Iris... you belong to me now. Body and mind. You will do anything I ask, any 'charms' that I require. Understood?"
Iris nods slowly, her expression reluctant and resigned. She knows she can't resist the mayor's demands, not with her father's betrayal hanging over her. She tries to push down the feeling of helplessness and disgust, but it's a losing battle.
"Yes, I understand," she replies, her voice quiet and submissive.
The mayor leans back in his chair, his expression smug and victorious. He has her where he wants her now, a pawn in his game. He watches her for a moment, savoring her submission, before speaking again
"I want this done quickly, Miss Iris. I want De-Martin under your spell by tomorrow night. Can you do that for me?"
Iris feels a cold chill run down her spine at the mayor's directive. She hasn't even met De-Martin yet, and already she's being ordered to make him fall for her? It feels wrong, manipulative, and completely against her morals and values.
"Tomorrow night?" she repeats, her voice thin and tight. "You... You want me to do this by *tomorrow?"
The mayor nods, his expression cold and unyielding. His tone is firm, brooking no argument.
"I want him eating out of your hand by tomorrow night, Miss Iris. He has a weak will, a soft heart. It won't be hard to seduce him, to make him do what I want. I have no doubt you'll find a way to *charm* him." His smile is cruel, his eyes glittering with dangerous intent.
Iris feels a wave of revulsion at the mayor's words. She has no idea who this De-Martin is, yet she's supposed to bewitch him, manipulate him into doing the mayor's bidding? It feels wrong, reprehensible, but she knows she has no choice. Not with the mayor's threats hanging over her head.
"I... yes," she forces herself to say. "I'll charm him by tomorrow night."
The mayor grins, his eyes lighting up with dark delight. He leans forward, his tone filled with satisfaction.
"Excellent. I knew I could count on you, Miss Iris. You're a smart girl, a resourceful one. I'm sure you'll find a way to make De-Martin fall right into your trap." He stands up, looming over her. "You have until tomorrow night," he repeats, his voice harsh and demanding. "Do not fail me."
Iris feels a chill run down her spine as the mayor's words sink in. She looks up at him, her eyes wide and fearful. The thought of what she's agreed to do, the thought of what she'll have to do to
De-Martin, makes her feel nauseous.
"I... I won't fail," she replies, her voice a mere whisper.
The mayor smirks, his eyes raking over her in a way that makes her skin crawl. He leans close, his voice low and commanding."You have your instructions, Miss Iris. Tonight, the party begins. You will attend, you will find De-Martin, and you will ensnare him. You will make him forget his own name, let alone his own loyalties and allegiances."
He leans back in his chair, his lips curled into a cold, satisfied smile. "Get ready," he says. "Someone will dress you, and your mission will begin."
Iris feels a wave of anxiety wash over her. The thought of attending a party in a few hours and having to find and ensnare De-Martin seems impossible. She's never done anything like this before, and the pressure is overwhelming.
"Who... Who will dress me?" she asks, her voice betraying her fear.
The mayor chuckles, his tone laced with mocking amusement.
"Don't worry, Miss Iris," he says. "My people will make sure you look your best. You'll be the belle of the ball, the most desirable woman in the room. And De-Martin won't be able to resist you."
Iris feels a pang of disgust and fear at the mayor's words, but she knows she has no choice but to obey. She feels like a pawn, a puppet being moved around by the mayor's whims.
"And... And what if I can't do it?" she asks, her voice small and weak. "What if I fail?"
The mayor's eyes harden, his voice sharp and threatening. "You will not fail, Miss Iris," he says.
"You will do whatever it takes to complete your mission. You will not allow anything to stand in your way. Do I make myself clear?"
He stands up, his towering presence intimidating and menacing. "You will succeed, or there will be... consequences."
Iris nods, her eyes downcast, the fear and disgust clear on her face. She knows she has no choice but to obey, no choice but to try and complete the task set before her. The thought of what will happen if she fails is too much to bear.
"I understand," she whispers, her voice small and resigned.
The mayor looms over her for a moment, taking in her acquiescence. He seems satisfied with her response, but his tone is still cold and commanding.
"Good," he says, sitting back down. "Now go, Miss Iris. Get ready for the party tonight. And remember... you belong to me. Mind and body, you are mine. Do not forget that."
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