(Content Warning: This chapter contains intense emotional violence and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.)
"No! Ren... don't... it hurts!"
"Good!"
He roared. The sound rattled my eardrums. His face contorted with rage.
"You made me hurt like hell. Now you will suffer exactly like me!"
He ripped the tie from his collar. He snatched both of my wrists, pinning them above my head.
"Let go! Ren, listen to me... Ugh!"
I thrashed. But his grip was an iron vice. He bound my wrists with a dead knot above my head. The fabric cut into my skin, numbing the flesh. I flailed like a fish thrown onto dry land. I gasped in panic.
"Let go! Let me go! You bastard! You monster!"
I screamed through my tears. Tears flooded my cheeks. The paralyzing terror slowly mutated into a blazing hatred. My swollen eyes glared at him with venom.
"Curse me. Hate me more."
Ren sneered. His eyes gleamed with mindless insanity.
He ruthlessly dismantled the final physical barriers between us. The freezing air conditioning struck my bare skin. But his gaze was infinitely colder.
I lay trapped beneath the shadow of a demon looming over me.
"Ren, please don't do this."
I tried to clamp my legs together in terror. But Ren wasted no time. He ruthlessly overpowered me, stripping away any remaining defense.
"You hate me, don't you?"
He forced me into a position of absolute, degrading submission. The overextended muscles ached.
But the humiliation hit harder as he asserted his total dominance over my body.
His thumb dragged slowly along the cleft, stopping at the tight entrance.
"No... Ren... don't... please..." I shook my head, tears streaming down my face.
"I'm not ready. It hurts. Ah!"
He ignored my pleas. His touch was invasive and utterly devoid of mercy, forcing a violent flinch from my trembling body.
"Relax." He mocked against my ear. His other hand squeezed my cheek until it bruised.
" Or do you want me to force you to accept me?"
"Hic... take your finger out. It hurts."
I thrashed my head. Agonized whimpers tore from my throat, but he didn't care.
I ground my teeth, clenching tight to fight the invasion. But my resistance only fueled his sadistic thrill. He relentlessly escalated the assault, violating my boundaries without a single shred of preparation.
It felt like pure, searing agony radiating through my core.
"You belong to me..."
He whispered darkly. The sudden shift in his cruel attention terrified me even more.
Before my eyes, he positioned himself over me, a dark silhouette fully consumed by wrath and possessive lust.
"Ready, Yurin?"
"No! Ren! No!!"
He didn't wait for an answer. He claimed me with one devastating strike.
"Ghk! Ahhhhhhh!"
I screamed at the top of my lungs. My body seized violently as the agonizing reality of his invasion shattered my senses.
Hic!
Heavy tears flooded down my cheeks like a relentless storm. My bound hands clawed at the white bedsheets, crushing the fabric. I tried to channel the blinding agony shooting from my lower stomach to my chest.
I clung to the last shred of awareness, trying not to shatter.
"Hic... sob... it hurts. I'm dying."
I choked out brokenly, gasping for air. The searing heat of his absolute possession burned deep inside me. But the friction only awakened his feral instincts further.
"Ah, fuck... why are you so tight?"
Ren growled deep in his chest. He clenched his jaw until the veins bulged at his temple and neck.
His face flushed a dark crimson from lust and wrath. His sharp eyes stared down at my tear-streaked, contorted face.
Like an artist admiring his own masterpiece of destruction.
He paused for a fraction of a second. Then he continued his ruthless assault with devastating force.
Every movement was a punishment. A brutal declaration of ownership I had no right to refuse.
The once-warm bedroom warped into a private nightmare. The stench of sweat mingled with our heavy, ragged breaths.
The relentless impact of his wrath echoed across the silent bedroom. It became a battlefield of pure barbarism and hunger.
Ren leaned down. He sank his teeth into my shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a permanent bruise.The sharp, piercing agony radiated across my shoulder. Like livestock being branded.
"You are mine! Yurin!"
He snarled against my ear. His hot breath struck my skin.
"Mine alone! No one else gets to touch you!"
"I will ruin you. I will claim you until you forget the touch of anyone else but me!"
"Hic... it hurts... enough... Ren... sob..."
Every word was a blade slicing into my heart.
I thrashed my head against the tear-soaked pillow. I wept until my voice broke, leaving only a hollow rasp.
My body shuddered under the relentless, storm-like force. Every thrust drove me further up the mattress. The bindings tore deeper into my wrists.
Ren leaned closer. He crushed his lips against mine, swallowing my escalating screams. His scorching tongue invaded, trapping mine in a desperate war. The taste of copper and saliva mingled in the brutal exchange.
His large hands bruised my waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He purposefully, relentlessly pushed me past my physical limits.
An unwanted wave of pleasure shot through me.
I despised my body for responding to this barbarism. I despised the way my traitorous flesh instinctively surrendered to his dominance.
"Don't... Ah! Stop, please."
A broken moan slipped past my lips. A trembling sound caught between agony and a sickening thrill as he mercilessly battered my most sensitive spot.
Heat flooded my lower stomach, melting the strength from my legs. I struggled, but it was futile.
His heavy legs pinned my ankles down.
"Hmph. Your mouth says you hate me, but your body is yielding so easily."
Ren whispered the obscenity, his tone dripping with mockery. His low chuckle vibrated against my ear, piercing deeper than any blade.
"You're so pathetic. You wanted to run off and give yourself to Zen like this, didn't you?!"
The insult shredded what remained of my dignity. I hated him. I hated how he made me feel. I hated my traitorous flesh.
Ren accelerated. He intensified his punishing rhythm like a starved, feral beast. He overwhelmed me relentlessly until my eyes rolled back.
My breath hitched. Sweat soaked my skin and saturated the sheets beneath us.
"Ghk! Ahhh!"
The sensation crested. My body seized as if struck by lightning. I came undone, completely shattered by the overwhelming climax.
The blinding climax left me entirely limp. Followed instantly by a crushing wave of humiliation.
Ren froze. He stared down with glacial eyes.
Like a predator admiring his shattered prey. He grabbed my chin, pulling my face up to his. His thumb pressed brutally against my lower lip.
"Look at what you've become."
The command was absolute. His large hand pressed against the back of my neck, forcing my tear-streaked face closer to his, refusing to let me look away from his mocking gaze.
"A broken mess. And you are entirely mine."
I had no choice. I was forced to endure his degrading scrutiny in absolute. The sickening reality of my defeat crushed whatever defiance I had left. Nausea twisted in my gut. Tears streamed endlessly.
Ren roared in satisfaction.
He claimed me one final, soul-shattering time. He pushed me entirely over the edge.
The searing heat of his absolute dominance radiated through my lower stomach, permanently branding me as his.
He collapsed over my ruined body.
Our ragged breaths echoed in the room. Sweat from the tips of his hair dripped onto my face, blending indistinguishably with my tears.
I lay paralyzed. Like a ragdoll torn at the seams. My bound wrists were dead and numb. My lower half throbbed with a searing, unrelenting ache.
Silence reclaimed the room. But the darkness within me thickened.
Pain radiated through every fiber. The void inside felt heavier. The hatred I had suppressed ignited into a blazing inferno.
I hated him. I hated my traitorous body. I hated the entire world for letting me rot in this hell.
Ren slowly peeled himself off me. He surveyed his handiwork with vacant, unapologetic eyes.
He didn't untie me. He just stood and stared at my bruised, naked body. Every inch of my pale skin was marked by him.
Bite marks. Bruises. And the devastating evidence of his wrath.
A stark declaration of my total defeat.
"Go to sleep."
His voice was flat. As if nothing had happened. That apathy boiled the vengeance in my chest. This wasn't just a physical assault. It was the complete annihilation of my soul.
His long fingers smoothly zipped up his trousers.
"Tomorrow, we will discuss your 'new status'."
The words were a threat dripping with ownership. He turned, walking to the bedside drawer. He pulled out a freezing silver chain. As if he had prepared it all along.
He returned to the foot of the bed. His cold hand lifted my left ankle. The touch sent a shiver down my spine. But I had no strength left to fight.
The metal ankle cuff snapped shut around my ankle. He secured the other end of the chain to the leg of the bed.
Click!
The padlock snapped shut. It echoed like the final nail in a coffin. Permanently sealing away my freedom.
He looked at me one last time with the cold gaze of a conqueror. No guilt. No lingering affection. Only the absolute certainty that his favorite toy would never escape him again.
He turned off the lights.
He left me naked and bruised in the pitch-black darkness. Wrists bound above my head. Ankle chained. Physical agony radiated through every pore.
But within that darkness, a vengeful fire quietly took root inside my shattered heart.
I clenched my bound fists. I ground my teeth until my jaw ached. I swore a silent, broken vow.
Someday. I will pay you back. I will make you hurt a hundred times worse than this... Ren.