"When even the strongest walls tremble under the weight of pain."Kiaan's sobs shattered the heavy silence like crashing waves, raw and desperate, echoing through the cold VIP room. His body trembled uncontrollably, wracked with pain that went far beyond the physical—a deep, unbearable agony gnawing at his very core. Each tear that streamed down his face carried the weight of all the horrors he had fought to bury deep inside.He cried out loud, a guttural sound of anguish that tore from his throat, trembling with the fierce need to be heard, to be saved, to escape the nightmare closing in on him. His voice cracked and faltered as his strength slipped away beneath Reyaan's cold grip."Please… please, no more," Kiaan pleaded, voice breaking into a desperate whisper, barely audible but filled with a haunting sincerity. "I'm begging you… don't do this… please…"Reyaan's expression flickered, dark amusement momentarily giving way to something almost unreadable—a twisted mixture of satisfaction and something that resembled respect for the rawness of Kiaan's pain. But there was no mercy in his eyes, only the cruel glint of a man who knew how to wield power like a weapon. "Beg all you want, little lion," Reyaan sneered, tightening his grip on Kiaan's arms. "Pain is just another language you'll learn tonight. And you're going to speak it fluently."Kiaan's cries grew louder, tearing at the silence of the room, his body writhing helplessly beneath Reyaan's controlling hands. His mind screamed for escape, for someone—anyone—to break through this suffocating nightmare.
Somewhere deep inside, beneath the terror and torment, a fragile ember of defiance still burned. Kiaan's spirit refused to be crushed, even as tears blurred his vision and his breath came in ragged gasps. "You… you won't break me," he choked out through the flood of tears. "I'm not yours… not ever."
Reyaan's smirk deepened, but his eyes flickered with a sharp edge of warning. "That's what they all say… until they're lying broken at my feet."The room seemed to close tighter, the walls pressing in like a cage. And yet, even in that darkest moment, Kiaan's heart fought—fragile, battered, but unbroken.