– Ah!
Opening his eyes sharply and looking around, he understood that it was the same room as before, and he was in captivity again. Caught again; he had not even managed to leave the room. This plan had been doomed from the very beginning… Or not?
But now he was here alone. In complete solitude, not counting Kane, who for some reason was in no hurry to start a conversation. Which was quite unusual. But he was also in no hurry to start a conversation.
Then the chances of escaping became even lower, and the chances of being raped by this creature… He did not want to think about it, but the thoughts kept returning. However hard he tried, he did not want to believe it, but reality was completely different. He also understood that if he did not think about the problem, it would not disappear. That was a rather childish position.
But what could he do about it? He was even afraid to imagine the picture. But the memories of what had become of that guy caused an uncontrollable shiver in his body, which he could not suppress.
– I don't want to!
– I don't want to!
– I don't want to!
– I don't want to!
He tried to break free, like last time, but this time it was useless. They had, probably — no, definitely — understood how he had escaped, and would not allow such a mistake again. So these shackles were a little different from those.
— Aaah! Come on! Aaah! — he wheezed, still straining with all his might.
Gathering all his strength, he pulled down, but besides pain, he did not feel even a little that his arm was passing through. Last time, it had begun to pass a little, and then broke, but now they were pressed too tightly to his flesh, letting him know that all his efforts were useless.
— Come on, come on!
— I don't want to!
— Please…
— Why…
But however hard he tried, ignoring the pain, he could not get out; even sweat did not help him. His attempts seemed desperate. And with time, they grew weaker and weaker, until he fully abandoned the idea.
— I don't want to…
— Answer me, damn it! Why are you silent! – Unable to bear the loneliness, he shouted; for the first time, he wanted Kane to say at least something.
— Are you going to stay silent?!
— What do you want to hear?
At last, his voice sounded; he could not even have imagined that hearing him would make him a little calmer.
— Anything, but just not silence!
— …You're so desperate that you've started needing my voice… You want to escape reality.
— Ha-ha! What nonsense are you spouting?!
But however hard he tried to show that it was all nonsense, he understood that Kane was one hundred percent right. It was rather foolish to hide it from the one who knew him best. But he simply did not want to admit it. And who wants to admit their weakness? He did not want to admit that he was looking for hope, and that hope was Kane. He had always helped him and at the same time hindered him. But still, he helped more.
So Kane was that ray of hope he wanted to cling to and not let go. But Kane's words, especially in that tone, the tone of complete resignation… Even he had to accept this situation, however much he did not want to.
This fact struck hard at his mental state. He tried to calm down, but the uncontrollable shiver only intensified, showing that he was not doing a good job of pulling himself together.
Deeper and deeper, he sank into a pit of despair and fear. And with the realization that this could not be prevented. For the first time in his life, he was in such a hopeless situation, where there was no chance of salvation, or they were so small that it was not even worth trying.
– I just need to try harder… Yes, even harder. Aaaah! – He shouted, not wanting to believe reality; with new force, he tried to break free.
— It's useless, — a quiet voice rang out.
— No!
— Yes. These cuffs are different from those… Just accept it.
— No! I don't want to… I don't want this!
— Then you know how to avoid it.
— What! If I…
But he suddenly fell silent, beginning to slowly understand what Kane meant. He had three choices: first — to accept it, second — to find a way out and escape, and third… suicide. That was what Kane was hinting at. Of course, it was possible he had misunderstood him, but that was unlikely.
— I-I won't do it…
— Then shut up. You're annoying.
Step. Step. Step.
At the sound of hurried footsteps, cold sweat covered his body, enveloping every part of it. The shivering intensified, as if he were ill. Time seemed to stop; he heard only the footsteps and the beating of his own heart.
Step.
– No.
Step.
– Please.
Step.
– I don't believe it.
Step.
– No-no-no, this can't be happening!
– No-no, I don't believe it!
Creak.
His whole body froze at the sound of the opening door. He watched as this monster slowly entered the room. A predatory smile with notes of arousal played on her face. And her eyes burned with lust and anticipation.
— I finally found time for you, sweetie~.
Her disgusting voice made him feel even more sick. But only one thing was on his mind.
«I've lost,» – he thought, looking at her with complete disgust and horror in his eyes.
— Oooh~. What a beautiful face, simply enchanting. Hee-hee-hee.
Taking a step towards him, she fully closed the distance between them. Her disgusting and hot breath began to burn his skin. He tried to avert his gaze, so as not to look at this vile face. But she did not allow it, taking his chin and fixing his face in one position, staring intently with her toad-like eyes straight into his.
Bang.
He headbutted her. She did not even flinch, and he felt quite strong pain. She only laughed while he tried to recover from the blow.
Slap.
She slapped him.
— I like disobedient ones like you… What a pity that ones like you are so rare.
Licking her lips, she continued:
— Because I don't understand who could resist a beauty like me.
He could not believe her words; how could this monster consider herself beautiful.
— …
— He-he-he, and you won't be an exception. Do you think I don't see how you try to hide it? I see everything. Hee-hee-hee, but don't worry, I'll give you what you want so much~.
She suddenly kisses him. His eyes widen in shock and horror. With all his might, he presses his lips together, until they turn pale. But she did not give up and continued her onslaught. But even so, she could not force her tongue in.
She pulled back a little, and a perverted smile played on her lips.
— I'll help you relax, sweetie~.
She takes out a small vial. At the sight of this vial, he became more afraid than ever before. Fear of death, fear of being a slave, fear of being raped by those bandits. And at last, he realized one truth. What he had always liked about himself — his appearance — had become his curse and his despair. After all, what difference did it make how handsome he was, if he could not protect it?
His only advantage in this world had suddenly turned into the most terrible curse.
«Why was I born so handsome?» – For the first time in his life, he asked himself this question. For the first time, he began to think that it would have been better if he had not been born so handsome. If he had been a little less attractive, then perhaps this whole situation would never have happened.
But there was no point in regretting what would never be otherwise. He was already in it, and however much he wanted to deny it, all that remained was to accept reality. To fully come to terms with this situation and prepare his mind for what would happen to him in a few minutes.
But he could not accept it; it disgusted him even to think about it. He wanted to resist, but for her, it was only a matter of time before he broke.
— Open your mouth~.
Before he could do anything, she grabbed his face, but he pressed his lips too tightly. They turned pale. But she only smirked; with her other hand, she pinched his nose, completely cutting off his air. And she looked straight at him with mockery; in her gaze, one could read: "How long will you last?"
But he did not give up; his face had already reddened, but he kept his lips sealed. But not for long: opening his mouth for a second to breathe the so-desired air, she immediately shoved the vial down his throat. He felt the disgusting liquid flowing down his throat, but he could do nothing about it.
That was only the beginning of his nightmare.