I didn't have to wait long – my mind began to cloud over, and my body started reacting to her touch against my will.
"No! No! No!"
"Don't!"
"Come on!"
Resist!
Come on!
Thoughts flashed through my mind at the speed of light, but no matter how hard he tried, his mind succumbed more and more to this feeling. And even if it was against his will, there was nothing he could do about it. This drug was too effective.
Mmmm…
She kissed me. Her tongue greedily began to explore my mouth. I tried to bite her tongue off, but my body no longer belonged to me – it was completely in her power, and she knew it perfectly well.
Our kiss grew deeper with each second, and her hands explored my body, causing me even more disgust. But my body thought otherwise: it unconsciously reached for her hands, wanting even more caress. Understanding this didn't improve the situation, but only made it worse. The realization that he was completely in someone else's hands – as in those times – deprived him of his last chance of rescue.
Oh, when our lips parted due to lack of air, only lust was read in her eyes. Limitless lust. Gathering all his strength, I uttered with trembling lips:
"P-p-please, d-don't… I-I don't w-want… This…"
My voice sounded unfamiliar – weak and fragile. For the first time in my life, I began to beg. Beg to make it all end. She froze for a second, and hope flared in my heart.
"Ha-ha-ha…"
She laughed like a madwoman, a haughty smile playing on her face. The last ray of hope that flashed in my heart shattered into pieces, plunging me even deeper into the abyss of despair.
Without saying a word, she kissed me again, giving her answer. I had no choice but to accept the situation.
I don't know how long it lasted. My body continued to respond to her every touch. Even when the drug's effect weakened, she immediately noticed it and made me drink more. With each gulp, my mind plunged deeper into chaos.
Until I completely stopped understanding what was happening. I felt like I was penetrating this disgusting creature; uncontrollable moans escaped from my mouth. But I didn't realize anything more.
It lasted a very long time, until I finally shut down from overwork. When I came to, I was surrounded by the same room. I felt only emptiness – no pain, no joy, no fear, no despair, no disgust. Just emptiness. I didn't know then that this was just the beginning.
She came again, drugged me and raped me again. With each day – or however much time passed – I understood less and less what was happening. My mind was completely empty, but it didn't stop for a second. Then she just threw me away like a broken toy. She became bored. My body became emaciated. But that wasn't the end yet.
Later, other Amazons found me and raped me too. Even the fact that they were much more beautiful than that creature didn't change anything. Only one thought was spinning in my head: "When will it end?.."
That's the only thing I was aware of while I was being raped and used as a toy. Even when the effects of the drugs wore off, I couldn't resist. I just couldn't. They noticed my zero reaction, but understood the reason and eventually let me go.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
I walked down the street in complete darkness. I was completely naked, not understanding where I was going or why, just moving without looking at my feet. I knew people were giving me strange looks, but I didn't even notice, continuing to go where my feet led me. Until the streetlights finally disappeared, signaling that I had reached an abandoned area.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
Ah…
Not noticing something in the dark, I stumbled and fell on the cold ground. I continued to lie there, unable to get up, go further, or find a reason to continue the journey. And most importantly – why? Why go further? Why resist? Maybe just stay here? I'm so tired…
Unable to endure any longer, I lost consciousness, no longer resisting this feeling.
Squish.
My trembling and dirty body rose and staggered forward. The only thing that distinguished me from my former self was completely black eyes. With trembling legs, I hobbled to my so-called home.
"Finally…" was the last thing Kane uttered before fatigue enveloped him, and he collapsed on the cold floor of his shelter like a doll whose strings had been cut.
Time later…
"So?"
…
"Fuck, it happens to everyone… And you know, think of it as an experience… An unforgettable experience, you know…"
…
"Ah, okay, I get it."
Kane resigned himself, plunging the room into complete silence. Kopii continued to stare blankly into the darkness, not moving. One might think he was dead, but the rising and falling chest was the only thing that distinguished him from a corpse.
"You… Fuck you. You're annoying."
I understood Kane – if I continued to lie on the floor, not doing anything, he would definitely die. And if he died, then Kane would also perish – he was well aware of this. But I didn't care, absolutely indifferent. After all, death didn't seem like such a terrible end.
Dying, he would no longer feel anything – no disgust for everything, especially for women and for himself. He just needed to die, and then it would all be over.
"I… Don't… Want to… Anymore…"
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Don't want to…"
Huddling into a fetal position, he began to sob uncontrollably, no longer able to hold back.
"It wasn't true. It wasn't true. It wasn't true. It wasn't true. It wasn't true," he whispered to himself, not believing what was happening.
"It's just a nightmare. Calm down. Yes, it's a nightmare. Ha-ha, just a dream…"
…
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Just a dream…"
Kopii's tears flowed with renewed force.
"Wake up… Wake up…"
"It's not a dream!"
"Wake up…"
But Kane's words didn't reach his ears. He, like a madman, repeated the same thing, gradually beginning to believe it. Kane understood that this was just a faint hope that everything was a dream. And although it was an illusion, Kopii clung to it like a lifeline. And that was dangerous: denying reality would not lead to anything good.
But even realizing this, Kane didn't know how to reach Kopii, who had withdrawn into himself and had begun to instill nonsense in himself. He decided to just wait.
After some time, Kopii's tears dried up, but his eyes, swollen from crying, clearly showed that he had cried for a long time.
"Oh, you finally woke up! How long can you sleep?"
…
"Come on, what are you lying down for? Get up, I'm bored watching this depressing picture."
…
"Bored… Did you have a nightmare?"
"…nightmare."
"Yeah! What's wrong with you?"
If Kane had a face, a smile would surely have bloomed on it. After several minutes of sobbing, Kopii fell asleep again. Kane understood: why stop him from thinking it was a dream? If he could instill in him that everything was just a nightmare, he would win.
He believed that his plan would work one hundred percent. He had already begun to believe in it, and if you push Kopii slightly, he will plunge into the abyss of self-deception. Even if the deception is quickly revealed, it does not matter. Kane's main goal is to force Kopii to go out in public so that the skill does its job.
And then the problem will be solved… probably.