Alexa woke up in a state so degrading that even he was sickened by his own existence. His entire body felt wrecked, his anus twitching uncomfortably, nausea haunting him relentlessly. He felt utterly filthy—like something disgusting had been poured all over him, even though the scent of soap still lingered on his skin. No matter how many times Alexa cleaned himself, that filth refused to leave. It clung to him, planting the thought that he was utterly vile.
Eyes as red as blood no longer held any softness or the glimmer of life. All that remained was a craving for blood and the desire to tear apart the rapist within his imagination.
As Alexa sank deeper into his urge to kill, someone sleeping beside him shifted slightly in their sleep.
Alexa lowered his gaze, looking at the peaceful sleeping face of his younger brother. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear as he leaned down, pressing a kiss against the surface of Axel's lips.
Axel was his cure.
It had always been that way from the very beginning. He would always feel better whenever he was near Axel. Perhaps it was because they were twins. He was so deeply bound to him that losing Axel was his worst nightmare.
Alexa rubbed the bridge of his nose against Axel's cheek, whispering softly. "Just imagining you being touched by him … it makes me want to die, Axel."
After those words fell, the urge to kill surged once more. Alexa's eyes darkened, a strong sense of possession spreading, silently enveloping Axel's entire body. The memory of that bastard calling Axel's name all night resurfaced.
His hatred had reached an extreme point. He could do anything—even sell his soul to the devil—just to kill that man. To torture him until he believed that death was far more luxurious than life.
But Alexa still had Axel. He couldn't act recklessly. At least for a few years … he had to endure and be patient. Because right now, there was no chance of winning.
Alexa's eyes softened as he looked back at his brother's face. He buried his face into the crook of Axel's neck, inhaling his scent deeply. Thinking that Axel was his entire life.
He whispered softly. "Axel. I really want to mutilate that bastard right now. Feed his flesh to the children and wife he cherishes. Castrate him, make him eat that disgusting thing he's so proud of."
"But I can't do that now, I'm still too weak, Axel."
Alexa fell silent for a moment, clear droplets streaming from the corners of his eyes. His voice turned hoarse as he continued. "What should I do?"
Alexa let out a bitter laugh, gently biting Axel's neck, which ultimately left no mark. He rested his head on Axel's chest, closing his eyes tightly to listen to his brother's heartbeat.
"Tell me, Axel. What kind of punishment should I give that bastard later?"
"Death penalty? That's not enough, I want to destroy his entire life and all his hopes."
"Can I do that?"
Without Alexa realizing it, he had already fallen into despair.
His words were nothing more than a form of self-consolation.
In the end, what Alexa said was only answered by the steady, calm sound of breathing. Alexa wasn't disappointed—he kissed and bit his brother's lips again, clumsily. Indulging himself until his emotions finally settled. Only then did Alexa get up from the bed, staggering toward the bathroom.
Alexa knew his body temperature was far from normal. But he didn't care. What was there to care about? To him, ever since that bastard touched him, his body no longer held any value.
Alexa slowly removed his pajamas, walking into the bathroom until he reached the mirror. At that moment, the mirror reflected Alexa's still immature teenage body. Smooth, snow-white skin marred with red imprints. Bite marks were scattered across the most sensitive areas—his inner thighs, his back, and along his clavicle.
Ignoring the cold gaze that looked at himself with disgust, Alexa now appeared incredibly captivating. He was too beautiful, too enchanting. Especially his eyes—with a dark red mole at the corner of his left eye—carrying a charm that could make people fall under his spell.
To the point that it made Alexa want to destroy his own face.
Alexa hated this face, as well as his identity as a dominant omega that attracted attention at first glance. It stirred filthy thoughts in people, making him sick.
But he also loved this face … the one that was exactly the same as his beloved Axel. Tears fell once more, and Alexa smiled abnormally.
Slowly but surely, both mentally and physically, he was heading toward destruction.
Alexa touched the mirror. "So you deliberately left all of this behind so I would remember."
So that the 'Axel' imagined by that man would have no excuse after what happened last night.
Alexa himself felt utterly humiliated—so what about Axel? That man thought he had properly fastened a dog collar around Axel's neck. But from the very beginning, that plan had already fallen apart the moment Axel and Alexa accidentally started their "Role Play."
No matter what happened, Alexa would achieve his goal—becoming the head of the family as soon as possible and taking revenge on that bastard. Even if he had to use the most despicable and filthy methods, Alexa no longer cared.
After all, a turbulent path was always much faster than a smooth, straight one. Whether he would regret this decision or not—that was a matter for later.