**Chapter 3: Surrender**

The young man's grip on her tightened as he lifted Emily off the ground, cradling her in his arms like a child. She struggled and kicked, but he held her fast, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. Emily's heart racing, she realized she was at his mercy. As he carried her through the darkened hallway, Emily caught glimpses of the luxurious decor. They passed by a lavish living room, with expensive-looking artwork on the walls and plush furniture that seemed to invite lounging. The young man's gaze never wavered from hers, his eyes burning with a desire that made her skin crawl. They entered a large bedroom, the walls painted a deep, rich color that seemed to absorb the light. The bed was massive, with a thick comforter and pillows that looked like they had been plumped to perfection. The young man strode across the room, his long legs eating up the distance. Emily's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route or something, anything, that could help her. But they were alone, and she was at his mercy. The young man dropped Emily onto the bed, his hands grasping her waist as he held her in place. She tried to squirm away, but he was too strong. He leaned forward, his face inches from hers. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Emily could feel his hot breath on her skin, and his eyes seemed to be burning with a fierce desire. Then, without warning, the young man's head dropped, his face pressing against her stomach. Emily gasped, her eyes widening in shock as he began to pull her leggings down. She tried to push him away, but he was relentless. His hands grasped her hips, holding her in place as he pulled her pants down, exposing her to the air. The young man's head moved lower, his breath caressing her skin. Emily's eyes went wide as he parted her legs, his tongue probing gently. She was a virgin, and the sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Emily's body tensed, her muscles coiling as she tried to process what was happening. The young man's mouth moved over her, his tongue exploring her with a gentle, insistent pressure. Emily's eyes rolled back, her body responding to the stimulation in ways she couldn't control. As he went down on her, Emily felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, followed by a crushing sense of shame. She was a robber, and she had been caught. And now, she was being... pleasured by her captor. The thought made her want to struggle, to fight back. But her body seemed to have other ideas. As the young man's mouth moved over her, Emily felt herself melting into the sensation, her resistance crumbling.