Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 256: Behind the Smile

As Angela ate, I observed her closely. Her movements were fluid and graceful, and she wore a look that almost seemed welcoming. However, I didn't let my guard down. This wasn't genuine warmth—it was a calculated performance. Every word she spoke and every gesture she made felt like a fragment of a larger mystery I had yet to unravel. What was her motivation for this treatment? What was her true objective?

My gut instincts were screaming a warning: This is a trap. Behind that polished smile and the occasional soft glint in her eyes, the same ruthless monster I had encountered in the laboratory was still there.

She was the woman who authorized chemical doses without blinking. To her, people were merely tools to be used. For some reason, I had become one of those tools.

Yet, there was an undeniable rush in that realization.

Her presence was intoxicating. She moved with the air of an empress inspecting her domain, utterly cold and beyond reach. Her eyes held a challenge, a silent promise of impending peril. She wasn't just participating in a game; she was changing the fundamental rules. If I intended to stay alive, I had to play my part.

A smirk touched my lips, my mouth twitching with a blend of rebellion and excitement. Let her scheme all she wants. If Angela assumed she could control me like a puppet without any pushback, she was in for a rude awakening.

I wasn't some mindless servant following commands blindly—I was a competitor in this arena as well. If she sought to test my limits, I was ready. The stakes were massive and the rules were blurred, but one thing was certain: the real game had just begun.

Once lunch concluded, I trailed Angela back to her office. The clinical white lighting of the facility stretched our shadows across the floor. The mood shifted instantly as we entered her workspace. The room vibrated with the silent pressure of her concentration, illuminated by the glow of several monitors and the rhythmic tapping of her fingers on a tablet.

Angela didn't waste a moment. She worked with absolute efficiency, her focus split between the handheld device and the laptop positioned on her desk.

Streams of data—graphs, technical reports, and what appeared to be complex genetic sequences—flickered across the screens. She absorbed every detail with a sharp, analytical mind. Angela was completely at home here, so focused that it seemed as if the rest of the world had vanished. The blue and white light from the displays cast shifting shadows over her face, highlighting her unwavering focus and her natural authority.

Watching her, a bold and tempting thought began to take hold: If I could bring her under my control...

Capturing this entire stronghold would become effortless. It would be a simple transition of power—no combat, no destruction, and no loss of assets. The personnel, the scientists, and the security forces would merely pivot to new leadership. They would follow me. There would be no need for a massacre or to raze the place. It would be a seamless, inevitable shift in command.

I let that possibility sink in, feeling the gravity of such potential. Angela was the linchpin. By controlling her, the entire fortress would be mine without a single shot being fired. The real difficulty wasn't just seizing power, but maintaining it. To achieve that, she was essential.

But was it possible to truly break her to my will? Or would she see through my intentions before I could act? The thought haunted me, serving as both a taunt and a dare. Angela wasn't just a player on the board—she was the board itself. If I made a single mistake, she would destroy me without hesitation.

I was pulled back to reality when Angela checked her watch, her intense focus softening into something more casual. "Well," she remarked, her tone smooth and controlled, "let's head out. We're done with work for today."

I followed her out of the facility to where a polished black vehicle was waiting, its engine humming quietly. With natural elegance, Angela slid into the rear seat, and I sat down beside her. The car moved off smoothly, the driver navigating the twisting paths with expertise. We sat in total silence, the air between us heavy with unspoken tension.

Following a brief journey, we reached a massive villa. It was far more impressive than Jennifer's residence, boasting an architecture that was both intimidating and sophisticated.

As the car halted, a woman in a sharp uniform opened the door before I could even reach for the handle. Stepping out, I surveyed the grounds. Every staff member in sight, including the driver, was female. This was clearly a deliberate arrangement.

Angela led the way inside, the sound of her heels echoing against the marble floor of the foyer. The living area was vast, decorated with excellent taste and filled with a soft, golden radiance. She took a seat in a luxurious armchair, her posture relaxed yet still radiating power. I remained on my feet, my survival instincts keeping me alert.

"Mike," Angela said, her voice laced with that annoying sense of amusement, "take a seat. You aren't in any danger here."

I paused, my fingers tightening slightly against my legs, before I finally sat on the sofa opposite her. The silence in the room was overwhelming, like the stillness preceding a storm. Angela took a measured sip from her glass, the ice clinking as she put it down. Her dark, unreadable eyes locked onto mine.

"Mike," she began, her smooth voice carrying a dangerous edge, "do you actually know why I brought you onto my staff?"

I kept my expression neutral and my voice casual, hiding the spark of anxiety her question caused. "Isn't it obvious? You wanted security. You need someone to watch your back in a place like this."

A smirk played on Angela's lips, though her eyes remained freezing. "Oh, Mike," she sighed, shaking her head as if I had failed a simple test. "Do you truly think I require protection?" She gestured toward the windows, where the glow of security systems hinted at the complex defenses outside.

"This stronghold is impossible to breach. Every inch is under surveillance. Every breath is tracked. Even the air is processed through filters that would identify a threat before it could ever get close to me." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low whisper. "So tell me—why would I have any use for you?"

I held her gaze, refusing to show weakness. "Then tell me, why did you hire me?" I asked, a note of defiance coloring my words.