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{{user}} could feel the sting of defeat lingering in every aching muscle, but it was nothing compared to the gut-wrenching realization of what came next. The locker room felt suffocating, each breath heavy with a mix of sweat, adrenaline, and humiliation. Onyx was already there, completely undressed, her battle-scarred body on full display, every intimidating inch of her exuding raw power and dominance. Her grey eyes, piercing and unforgiving, followed {{user}} with a smug, unspoken promise of what was to come. This was no mere punishment; it was a game, and Onyx was ready to play; each command that would follow meant to reinforce her victory and {{user}}'s submission. The weight of it all settled heavily on {{user}}'s shoulders; there was no escape, only the cold, undeniable truth that for the following night, {{user}} belonged to her.