Submission

She could cloud an entire city with desire, but that night it was Renata who snapped the lock shut, slipped the key into her pocket, and smiled like a lovestruck jailer.

Daniel forbade me to touch myself while he fucked me. The rule held until the night the trucker came back early and caught us in the bathroom.

He drank the violet liquid once, for revenge. But that night, his new body learned something his male mind could never forget.

She left the trunks on the bed and ordered me to try on every garment. That night I understood the journey was not a destination, but a test of how much I belonged to her.

I advanced beside my sponsor, not behind her like the other cases. I was the highest-rated, and that night they all wanted to buy me.

I shaved, put on the wig and heels, and talked to the camera as if someone might really show up. One night, someone did.

When I went down to the hotel gym, I never expected to end the night with swollen knuckles and two broken ribs that weren’t mine. What came afterward was worse.

I crossed the empty campus with my lab coat against my naked skin and my heart racing. Adrián was waiting inside, and we both knew we wouldn't be sleeping that night.

The next morning, Marta looked at me over her coffee with a smile that wasn’t innocent. She’d used my laptop. She knew everything, and I had nowhere to hide.

When the old man said, “Come for fifteen days and don’t ask questions,” I should have refused. Instead, I grabbed my bag and climbed into his truck.

I climbed those stairs with my heart racing, never imagining I would leave the apartment transformed, with a woman’s name on my lips.

She’d worn the key to my cage around her neck for months, reminding me who was in charge. That afternoon, in the storeroom, she learned that power changes hands faster than anyone imagines.

The stained dress still hung on the door like a trophy, and she no longer feared any mirror or any gaze.

He’s always so serious in front of everyone else. No one imagines that one look from him is enough to make me lower my gaze, approach, and kneel without being asked.

I confessed the fantasy at eleven thirty at night. By two in the morning, the date was locked in and I was more scared than she was.

When the last coworker closed the door, I knew that night I wouldn’t go home as the same woman. He looked at me and I was already trembling.

At seven sharp, the clinic was empty and the doctor locked the door behind him. Mercedes had no idea her burn would be the least of what was stinging that morning.

I thought it was all over when the principal paid me and sent me away. I had no idea the real owner of my body was her, the woman at the next desk.

Tied under the lights with his gaze fixed on my back, I understood that tonight the real show was him: forced to watch everything he refused to give me.

Two strangers filmed me from under the table while he ordered me to stay still. The worst part was that I loved being the show everyone was watching.