Where There's A Will: Part 9
The third of this weeks triple Drop Chapter Nine Arnold’s pleasures in life were indulgent, unapologetically decadent. He had two great obsessions—collecting and controlling. He adored nothing more than lording over the lives of hunky, muscular men, toying with them like a cat would a cornered mouse, savoring every moment of their resistance before ultimately bending them to his will. But his other passion—the one thing that rivaled the thrill of dominance—was his collection of automobiles. The underground garage was a stark contrast to the shambling, gothic excess of the mansion above. Where the estate was a labyrinth of dark wood, dusty chandeliers, and creeping ivy, the garage was surgical in its precision, a temple of sleek, industrial modernity. The air was thick with the scent of oil, rubber, and metal—a tangible musk of testosterone and machinery. Recessed lighting bathed the gleaming showroom floors in a soft, ethereal glow, casting long, dramatic reflections of chrome and poli...