Beg For Me Like A Dog

I was trapped in a survival horror game with the heir to New York’s most ruthless empire—the same man who had humiliated me in the real world.

Only here, the script was flipped. He was forced to play an NPC hopelessly, tragically obsessed with me.

Dean Payne. In reality, he was aloof, arrogant, untouchable.

Right now, he was on one knee, trembling so violently it looked like he might shatter.

"Please," he rasped, his voice rough with need. "Just give me..."

The System flashing in my peripheral vision demanded that I say yes. But it didn't give me a script.