Zaun was alive with smoke and neon, its underbelly humming like a restless machine. For most, the city’s chaos was suffocating. For Jinx, it was intoxicating. She prowled through its alleys with a predator’s grace, braid swinging, lips curling into a smile that promised trouble.
Tonight wasn’t about bombs or fireworks. Tonight was about a man.
Darrin—the nervous little errand boy from Piltover—had been whispering to the wrong ears, trading secrets about her movements. That was unforgivable. But instead of simply blowing him up, Jinx wanted to play. She wanted to hear him squeal.
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The Ambush
She spotted him scuttling down an alley, clutching a parcel as if it might save his life. He checked over his shoulder again and again, too aware of his danger, but not aware enough.
Jinx dropped down in front of him, landing in a fluid crouch. Her mismatched eyes sparkled under the buzzing neon sign.
“Miss me?” she asked, her voice lilting like a song.
Darrin gasped, stumbled back, and tried to run. But Jinx’s legs were faster. She darted forward, hooked her foot around his ankle, and sent him sprawling. Before he could even think of standing, she straddled him, her thighs wrapping snugly around his ribs.
“Now, now,” she purred, leaning close, “running away is so boring. Let’s play something else.”
The First Squeeze
He thrashed beneath her, pushing at her hips, but her legs only tightened. Jinx crossed her ankles behind his back, pulling him snug against her.
“Mmph!” he grunted, struggling to breathe.
“Ohhh, I like that sound,” Jinx giggled. “You feel it, don’t you? How strong my legs are?” She flexed slowly, pressing her thighs into him until he winced. “They’re like steel, sugar. And right now, you’re my toy.”
Her tone was sing-song sweet, but there was a razor edge behind it. She enjoyed the way he buckled under her pressure. His heartbeat thudded against her, wild with panic—and something else.
Teasing the Truth
Jinx tilted her head, her braid brushing his cheek as she leaned down. “Here’s the deal, cupcake. You talk, or I keep squeezing. And trust me…” She gave another playful flex, drawing a strangled groan from him. “…I can keep this up alllll night.”
He clenched his jaw. “I—I don’t know what you mean!”
She tsked, wagging a finger. “Bad answer.”
Her thighs shifted higher, sliding toward his chest, trapping him tighter. She ground her legs together, rocking him slightly as if testing his endurance. “Mmm, I love watching you squirm. Makes me feel all tingly inside.”
The Dance of Resistance
He shoved harder this time, trying to twist out, but Jinx flowed with his movements. With a sudden roll, she flipped him onto his back, her legs cinched even tighter around his torso. She leaned back on her hands, stretching luxuriously while keeping him trapped.
“Go on,” she teased, bouncing her heels against his sides. “Fight me. Struggle. It just makes it more fun.”
He writhed, but the more he resisted, the more her legs clamped down, heat and pressure radiating from them until he gasped for air. His face was red now, his breath ragged.
Jinx giggled, eyes sparkling. “Ooooh, look at you. Sweaty, desperate, adorable. You know, if you’d just tell me who you’re working for, we could stop this little workout session.”
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Whispered Torment
When he still didn’t answer, Jinx slid forward, her thighs brushing higher, closing in around his shoulders. She leaned down so her lips hovered near his ear, her voice a wicked whisper.
“Do you feel small? Helpless? Good. That’s how I like my toys. You know I could break you if I wanted, right? One squeeze, and poof!” She clapped her hands sharply, making him flinch.
Then her voice softened into a purr. “But maybe I don’t want to break you. Maybe I just want to hear you beg. Maybe I want you to admit that you’re mine, just for tonight.”
Her words dripped like poison and honey all at once, leaving him trembling beneath her.
The Cracks Show
“I—I can’t,” he stammered finally, eyes darting. “They’ll kill me if I talk.”
Jinx laughed, loud and wild, echoing through the alley. “And I’ll kill you if you don’t. What a pickle you’re in!”
She squeezed again, this time slower, more deliberate, until he groaned helplessly. She held him there, letting the pressure build, letting the tension coil between them.
Her gaze never left his face. She wanted him to break.
The Confession
At last, his resistance crumbled. Words spilled from him in broken gasps. He confessed to carrying messages for a Piltover inspector, passing along scraps about Jinx’s movements, her hideouts, her bombs.
Jinx’s grin widened with every word. She eased her grip just enough for him to breathe, stroking his cheek almost tenderly. “See? Wasn’t that easy? You just needed a little… incentive.”
Her legs gave one final squeeze, making him gasp again, then released him entirely.
The Aftermath
Jinx sprang to her feet, stretching her legs with exaggerated satisfaction. “Mmm, nothing like a good squeeze to loosen up a guy’s tongue. You were delicious, mousey.”
She planted her boot lightly on his chest, pressing him down as he panted. Her mismatched eyes sparkled with wicked glee.
“Don’t feel too bad,” she said, blowing him a kiss. “Nobody gets out of my legs once I’ve got them. Not even you.”
She scooped up his dropped parcel, slinging it over her shoulder as if it were a prize. “Thanks for the chat. Let’s do it again sometime—though next time, I might not be so nice.”
With a laugh like shattered glass, she vanished into the shadows, leaving him sprawled and breathless, the memory of her strength burned into his body and mind.
Epilogue
High above the city, Jinx perched on a smokestack, fireworks crackling from her launcher. She hugged her knees, her braid coiled around her, grinning at the chaos she’d left behind.
“Boys are so easy,” she muttered to herself, legs swinging playfully. “Squeeze a little, tease a lot, and boom—they sing like songbirds.”
She cackled, firing another rocket into the night sky. For Jinx, interrogation was never about cruelty alone. It was about the thrill, the intimacy, the dance of power. And tonight, her legs had been the stage.
In Zaun, no one escaped Jinx’s games. And for the poor fool she left behind, the memory of those legs—taunting, crushing, teasing—would haunt him far longer than the bruises.
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