**Chapter 13: Bound by Darkness**

As Andy's gaze lingered on Leyley's broken form, his expression slowly shifted from one of detachment to a calculating intensity. He took a step closer to her, his voice low and menacing, "You know, Leyley, I expect a lot from those who serve me. And if you don't deliver...if you don't perform on that pole to my satisfaction," he paused, his eyes glinting with a sinister light, "then I'm afraid there will be consequences." Leyley's gaze remained fixed on the floor, but her body tensed, her muscles trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. Andy's words hung in the air like a challenge, a subtle threat that seemed to reverberate through every cell of her being. "You see, I've been thinking about your... limitations," Andy continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "And I've come to the realization that you need a bit more... motivation. You need to understand that your value lies not just in your skills, but in your willingness to please me." As he spoke, Leyley's eyes flickered upwards, her gaze locking onto Andy's with a mixture of desperation and fear. She knew what he was implying, what he was threatening. The boys at the club, their drunken, lustful faces twisted with cruelty as they took turns violating her body...the image sent a shiver down her spine. Andy seemed to sense her fear, and his smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic light. "I'll let them have their way with you, Leyley. I'll let them take turns with your drunk body, and I'll record every moment of it. You'll be nothing more than a plaything for them, a toy for their twisted desires." The thought sent Leyley's mind reeling, her body trembling with a mix of horror and despair. She knew she couldn't escape, not now, not ever. She was bound to Andy, bound by her own desires and weaknesses. And as she gazed up at him, she knew she would do anything to avoid that fate, anything to keep him from unleashing his twisted wrath upon her. With a newfound sense of determination, Leyley slowly rose to her feet, her eyes locked onto Andy's as she began to make her way towards the pole. Her movements were stiff, her body still bearing the marks of the demons' brutal whipping. But as she reached out to grasp the pole, her eyes flashed with a fierce determination, a spark of defiance that seemed to say, "I'll do it, Andy. I'll do whatever it takes to avoid that fate." Andy's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a twisted approval. "Good girl, Leyley. Good girl."