Chapter 543: Elyas in Chains

"No buts," Julie interrupted, her voice sharp. "I don’t want to hear his name again. I don’t want to see him. I don’t want anything to do with him." She leaned forward, her eyes burning with finality. "My daughter and I are done with him. Forever."

The officer nodded, swallowing hard. "Understood, ma’am. But if something happens to him—"

"I don’t care," Julie cut in, her voice icy. "He’s nothing to us now. Less than nothing." She stood up, her chin lifted, her posture unyielding.

"And if you bother us again, for any reason, I’ll sue this department for harassment." She paused, her gaze locking onto his. "We’re leaving for America in a few days. Don’t contact us."

The officer exhaled, nodding as he stamped the documents. "Yes, ma’am. I’ll make sure it’s filed."

"Ma’am..." he said, glancing at me. "We’re shifting Elyas to the central jail. It’s got a mental health facility, high security. He’ll be evaluated there."

He cleared his throat, his gaze flicking between us. "Do you... Do you want to meet him one last time? Ask him anything? Get some... closure?"

Julie opened her mouth to refuse, her body tensing—

But then my hand slid onto her ass, my fingers pinching the flesh beneath her skirt. She jolted, her breath hitching, her eyes widening as I leaned in, my voice a low, commanding purr.

"Aunt Julie..." I murmured, my lips brushing her ear, my fingers still pinching her ass. "Let’s just take one last look at him, hmm? Ask him why he did those things..."

Julie’s face flushed, her thighs pressing together, but she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes. I want to see him."

The officers exchanged a glance, then nodded. "Follow us."

As we followed them down the hall, my hand still on Julie’s ass, my cock hard with anticipation, I knew—this wasn’t just a goodbye.

This was a warning.

And Elyas?

He was about to learn exactly who owned Julie now.

The officers’ boots thudded dully against the concrete floor as they led us toward the holding cell. The air reeked of disinfectant and despair, the fluorescent lights casting a sickly yellow glow over everything.

Julie’s fingers trembled against my arm, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps, but I kept my grip firm on her ass, my fingers digging in possessively as we approached the heavy steel door.

The air smelled of rust and bleach, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the peeling paint of the walls. The clank of chains from inside the cell echoed like a death knell, sending a shiver down Julie’s spine.

The officer cleared his throat, his voice tinged with false reassurance. "You can go in. It’s completely safe." He gestured toward the door, his eyes flicking between us.

"He’s bound in chains. Can’t move. But..." His voice dropped, serious. "Don’t get too close. It can still be dangerous. If anything happens, just yell. We’ll barge in. Okay?"

I smirked. Safe. As if that mattered. The officers were giving us privacy—a mistake they didn’t realize they were making. The door groaned open, the hinges protesting as it revealed the dimly lit cell beyond.

Elyas was chained to a bolted-down table, his wrists and ankles secured with thick steel cuffs. His head snapped up at the sound of the door, his eyes locking onto Julie with a mixture of hatred and nausea—my conditioning working perfectly. His face twisted, his body convulsing slightly as he fought the urge to vomit just from her presence.

The heavy steel door groaned shut behind us, the final click of the lock echoing through the small, suffocating cell. The officers’ footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving us in eerie silence—just the hum of the fluorescent lights and the clank of Elyas’s chains as he shifted against the bolted-down table.

"Slut," he spat, his voice raw and guttural. "Look at you, whoring yourself out to—"

My hand shot out, gripping the table between us with enough force to make the metal groan. "You dare," I hissed, my voice a blade wrapped in velvet.

"You dare speak to her like that?" I leaned in, my eyes burning into his. "Look at you. Chained up like the animal you are. And you think you have the right to call her names?"

Elyas’s lips curled in a sickening grin, his teeth yellowed from neglect. "Oh, Jack," he mocked, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Still playing the hero? We both know you’re just as rotten as I am."

I laughed, the sound cold and hollow. "The difference between us, Elyas?" I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a venomous whisper.

"I own my darkness. You? You’re just a pathetic excuse for a monster." My fingers drummed against the table. "Tell me, how does it feel? Knowing you’ll rot in that cell while Julie flourishes under my care?"

His face twisted, his chains rattling as he jerked against them. "You stole her from me!"

"Stole?" I chuckled, my smile razor-sharp. "No, Elyas. I saved her from you." I turned to Julie, my hand sliding to her lower back, pulling her against me. "Isn’t that right, Julie?"

Julie’s breath hitched, her eyes flicking between us. "Y-yes," she whispered, her voice trembling but her chin lifting defiantly.

Elyas’s eyes burned with hatred. "You brainwashed her!"

I laughed, the sound dark and knowing. "No, Elyas. I freed her." My gaze cut back to him, cold and final. "You were never man enough to handle her. You broke her. I fixed her." My fingers tightened on Julie’s hip. "And now? She’s mine."

Elyas’s face flushed with rage, his body straining against the chains. "You manipulated her!"

"Manipulated?" I mocked, my voice dripping with arrogance. "I loved her. Something you never understood." I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. "You used her. I cherish her. You destroyed her. I rebuilt her." My smile was a knife. "Face it, Elyas. In every way that matters, I’ve won."

His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes darting between us. "She’ll see the truth," he snarled. "She’ll realize what you are!"

I chuckled, my hand sliding up to grip Julie’s throat—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind her who was in control. "She already knows what I am," I purred, my eyes locking onto his. "And she loves it." My thumb brushed Julie’s pulse point, feeling it race beneath my touch. "Isn’t that right, Julie?"

Julie’s lips parted, her eyes darkening as she leaned into my grip. "Yes," she breathed, her voice husky.

Elyas’s face contorted in disgust. "You whore—"