Douglas's Dilemma - Chapter 10

The next day

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The President of the United States let out a cry, his face twisted in agony as he dropped to his knees. His hands tightly gripped the arm of the person, pulling one of his fingers back in a direction it was not meant to go. He forced his eyes open and saw his index finger bent at an extreme angle as if it were about to snap like a twig.

The face of a stunningly beautiful and menacing-looking young girl filled his vision, her piercing eyes showing no hint of mercy. Her warm, delicate hand was wrapped tightly around one of his cold, bony fingers.

"What will it be, Mr. President?" Her voice was like ice, sending shivers down his spine. "Your finger or your country?"

Summoning all of his strength and pushing through the intense pain, the President locked eyes with Illyana. Even in his weakened state, he couldn't help but notice how alluring her gaze was. "I will never succumb to someone like you," he forced out between gritted teeth as he fought off the agony.

Illyana casually shrugged, not the least concerned and even somewhat exhilarated by the President's boldness—despite having just decimated an entire army in minutes. "Your finger and your country it is, then!" She granted a show-stopping smile.

Illyana savored the moment, relishing the fear etched across the President's face as she prepared to break one of his fingers and possibly more.

Her head snapped up in curiosity when she heard a familiar voice calling out that sounded eerily similar to her own.

"Hey, are you listening? Do you want some freshly squeezed orange juice or what? I'm in the middle of making it."

Douglas jolted awake and sat in bed, tossing off his blanket as he was drenched in sweat. A pounding erection erected his underwear like a tent. He quickly hid it under his pillow when he noticed Illyana peering through the crack of his door.

Douglas groaned and massaged his temples, feeling the aftermath of last night's drinking spree taking over his head. What was she saying? "Orange juice is good," he said, agreeing that a refreshing glass of OJ would be the perfect way to start the day.

"Coming right up!" Illyana said and closed the door.

Douglas groaned as he slowly climbed out of bed, his legs feeling like jelly and begging for more rest. He dressed into his worn shirt, trousers, and socks, taking a moment to run his hand through his messy hair in an attempt to tame it into some semblance of style. With a yawn, he made his way toward the living room, his feet dragging slightly on the soft carpeted floor.

As he turned the doorknob and pushed open the door to his bedroom, he found himself freezing in place. His breath caught in his throat, his eyes glued to the scene before him.

There, at the kitchen counter, stood Illyana, clad in nothing more than a sleeveless black shirt that hugged her figure and a red thong that peeked out seductively from between her perfectly shaped buttocks.

The sight of it sent a surge of electricity through Douglas's body, causing his penis to stir with desire.

Sensing his gaze, Illyana turned her head to glance at him with a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she greeted Douglas with a smile.

He was about to ask if she always made breakfast dressed like that, showing off her curves, or that it was merely one of her ways to get Douglas to kiss her before Illyana approached him with a glass of orange juice in hand.

'Here," she said.

Feeling parched, he eagerly accepted it and finished the contents in one gulp.

"Don't worry, I have more," Illyana reassured him with a smile that sent a flutter of butterflies through his stomach.

Great skies, she's stunning!

"Care for some toast?" Illyana asked as she walked over to the kitchen counter, granting Douglas ample opportunity to ogle her wiggling ass.

Douglas said that he was feeling famished and settled into a chair at the kitchen table. "What did you end up doing last night?" he asked.

Illyana glanced over her shoulder as she dropped a slice of bread into the toaster. "You mean when you were busy getting hammered?" Illyana shrugged, leaning her butt against the kitchen counter while crossing her arms. "Not much, really. I watched some shows on Netflix until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore."

Douglas stared a bit too long at Illyana's bare legs, feeling almost the irresistible urge to touch them before he composed himself. He reached for a jug to pour himself some more orange juice. "Tiffany's right," he said.

Illyana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "With what?"

"About me being obsessed with you, or better said, me being obsessed with you as a superpowered person," he said.

Illyana reached for her mug of hot tea and settled onto a barstool. Douglas couldn't help but admire her legs as she crossed them, revealing their alluring shape up to her buttocks.

Those thighs!... Douglas drooled in secret and quickly averted his eyes before Illyana would notice him staring too long.

"Is it that bad?" Illyana sipped her tea, keeping her piercing green eyes trained on him.

Douglas nodded. "I was dreaming about you again when you barged in."

"And what are these dreams about?" Illyana asked, looking genuinely intrigued.

"It's always the same. You have this unstoppable power and use it to control the world, bending it to your will."

"Wow, you must really think of me as some kind of dark demon, huh?"

"It turns my cock into a raging monster every time, and the damned thing is never sated. Never." Douglas continued, ignoring Illyana's comment. "I can't help it." he sighed.

"What about imagination?" Illyana said.

"Imagination?" Douglas said, a puzzled expression crossing his face.

Illyana nodded. "Everything is possible in your head. I know you said that Tiffany is not cut out to act like some megalomaniacal tyrant, but why not make her fit the role in your head? It could work out, and you still could love each other."

Douglas shook his head. "I did so many times before. I still do it sometimes despite knowing better, but the painful truth is that no matter how hard I want, there is only one person who can make me reach this insane level of arousal."

Douglas locked eyes with Illyana. "When I think about you, Illyana, you, as an unstoppable force of destruction, I feel like my manhood is capable of piercing a tree trunk," he said with a sigh.

Feeling a bit flattered by the comment, Illyna averted her head. However, she also felt slightly irritated by how Douglas said it as if he saw his attraction to her as a curse.

Her gaze drifted towards her bag, placed casually next to the couch. Inside, an untouched lingerie set lay, waiting for her to put it on and use it as a seductive tactic to entice Douglas into kissing her.

"But enough about me." Douglas stood up as his bread popped out of the toaster and grabbed a butterknife and a jar of jam to prepare his breakfast.

"What brings you here? Is it as shortsighted as having a craving for power, or does your motivation spring from an urge to be equipped with the means to exact revenge on the likes of Mr Corn and who knows who else? Or, is there a deeper meaning behind your presence here?"

Illyana took a moment to consider Douglas's words. When she saw Tiffany performing incredible feats from one day to the next that other humans could only imagine, she didn't ponder it too deeply. Sure, she felt envy, but she continued with her own life.

Unlike many others who were envious of Tiffany's abilities and would openly criticize her at any opportunity, magnifying her mistakes and claiming that no individual should possess that much power.

Illyana concluded that her mind became consumed by these powers when Douglas told her she could potentially possess them. I mean, who wouldn't want to be able to fly or catch bullets with their bare hands? But one aspect stood out the most about having these powers.

"Helplessness," Illyana said, her gaze finding Douglas's eyes again, looking at him earnestly. Now that's a sensation I don't want to experience anymore."

Douglas's mind got overflooded with thoughts about that Major guy and the fact that Illyana was powerless to do anything against him.

If Tiffany hadn't been there to intervene, he might have sexually assaulted and even killed her.

The fear Douglas had seen in Illyana's eyes that day was undeniable.

On top of that, she had already experienced being touched inappropriately by a teacher in high school and had to defend herself against larger and stronger girls during her time in juvie.

This all made sense to Douglas as to why Illyana would be so driven and determined to convince him to kiss her. It was not necessarily about having power; she simply didn't want to feel powerless anymore. However, Douglas could not be entirely sure about that. There was always a risk of Illyana becoming intoxicated with power.

"Then there is also the sense of freedom that comes with it." Illyana continued. "When you have no limitations on your movements and actions and no laws holding you back, then you can truly understand what it means to be free."

"You believe that Tiffany stands above the law, above us?" Douglas asked.

Illyana paused before answering. "I believe she is. She does not act like it. But she definitely is. Think of it this way - imagine you had the ability to communicate with the Queen of an ant colony and were able to receive her commands."

"I believe a queen's main role is to reproduce, not to coordinate her subjects," Douglas said.

"Don't argue with me and hear me out," Illyana said.

Douglas motioned for her to continue.

"Thank you. Moving on to the Queen, you have a choice: follow her commands and work tirelessly for the colony with your fellow ants or go against her wishes. There are expectations, but what stops you from pursuing your desires instead? You could even harm your former ant comrades or the entire colony, and the consequences of such an event would never reach you."

"You think we are like ants compared to Tiffany?"

"Well, not in the sense of we being literal insects teeming at her boots. But yes, she definitely stands above us. It's just natural hierarchy, where in our world, Tiffany is the apex predator."

"Do you then also find that gives Tiffany the right to take whatever she wants?"

"Not necessarily, but she definitely does not have to take other people's shit. A lion doesn't concern himself with the opinion of sheep."

"Tywin Lannister," Douglas said.

"There is wisdom in those man's words."

Douglas snorted. "There is also cruelty in his words."

Illyana shrugged. "Life is cruel."

"Is that how you would roll if you would have these powers?" Douglas asked.

Illyana looked thoughtful. "I have no idea how I would roll, honestly."

Douglas studied her intensely and couldn't help but believe that her answer felt genuine.

She doesn't openly confess that she would be swayed by corruption, but she doesn't deny the possibility either.

"It's dangerous, you know. These powers… I mean, they instantly place you on top of the world. A person with such powers will be able to do whatever he pleases, and not even a nuclear strike will be able to neutralize him if he starts to pose a threat."

Illyana felt a shiver crackle down her spine at the sound of those words: "You gave them to Tiffany without a second thought."

"That's because she's… well, you know, Tiffany," Douglas said.

"Not everyone is flawless," Illyana said.

Douglas chuckled. "Nope, that girl definitely has her quirks. I know."

Illyana sighed. "So now what?"

Douglas sighed, slouching into his seat. "Now? I think I'm going to eat that nice big bag of chips over there calling my name."