My consciousness kept cutting in and out. Whether it was a dream or reality… the boundaries between each day weren't clear.
Rin's mind drifted in fragments, splintered images bleeding together—shadows, fragments of voices, the weight of pain pressing down on him. Sometimes it felt like he was sinking into a black ocean, sometimes like he was being torn out of his body.
I suddenly felt a cold that cut through my skin… but even that was hard to guarantee as real.
The whirring sound of blades broke through the fog—sharp, mechanical, relentless. His ears rang with it, vibrating through bone. A helicopter? His eyelids fought to lift, heavy as stone, until a thin crack of vision burned through the haze. The world outside was blurred, streaks of pale gray and white, air slicing violently past metal. For the briefest moment, it looked like he was suspended in the sky, being carried away by something larger than himself.
The last thing I remember… everything around me was white.
Snow? Smoke? Death? His thoughts tangled and slid away before he could hold them. His body gave in, drowning again in black.
Consciousness returned not as a gentle dawn, but as a nauseating, dizzying lurch into agony. Rin's eyes fluttered open, his vision swimming, taking in the opulent, unfamiliar ceiling. A crystal chandelier. Silk drapes. The air smelled of expensive cigars and antiseptic. Where…? The throbbing, all-encompassing pain centered between his legs provided the horrific answer. Memory flooded back in a sickening rush. The office. The pheromones. The table.
I guess I didn't die. The thought was bleak, devoid of relief. Death would have been a mercy. He tried to move, to push himself up, but a wave of dizziness and sheer physical depletion slammed him back onto the silken sheets. I can't move my body. He was utterly, terrifyingly vulnerable. And he was naked.
A movement to his side. Kai was there, sitting on the edge of the bed, a thin trail of smoke curling from a cigar held between his fingers. He was watching Rin with the placid interest of a collector observing a rare insect he'd pinned to a board. He reached out, the back of his fingers aiming to trace the line of Rin's jaw.
A spark of defiance, the last ember of his will, made Rin jerk his head away. The movement was feeble, but the rejection was clear.
Kai's eyes narrowed infinitesimally. 'Tsk, tsk.' The sound was a venomous whisper. He didn't like defiance. It spoiled his fun. He stubbed out the cigar in a crystal ashtray on the nightstand, but then picked it up again, its tip still glowing a malevolent orange. He leaned over Rin, his weight pressing him deeper into the mattress, caging him. Slowly, deliberately, he brought the burning ember perilously close to Rin's flaccid, traumatized cock.
'If you get hard,' Kai murmured, his voice a soft, deadly promise, 'I will burn your dick to a crisp.' The threat was so grotesque, so specific, it froze the blood in Rin's veins. He's insane. He'll actually do it.
Simultaneously, Kai's other hand snaked down, his fingers finding one of Rin's nipples. He pinched, rolled it, then lowered his head and began to suck, to bite, with a deliberate, practiced cruelty. And with the physical violation came the chemical one—a fresh, concentrated wave of his pheromones, released directly into Rin's personal space, designed to short-circuit his resistance and force a physiological response he could then punish.
'Ugh! Stop it!' Rin's protest was a weak, thready sound. He tried to push at Kai's shoulders, but his arms felt like lead weights. The conflicting sensations were maddening: the sharp pain at his chest, the terrifying heat near his cock, and the insidious, pleasure-inducing scent coiling in his brain, fighting against the searing pain from his violated entrance.
'Feels good, huh?' Kai whispered against his skin, his breath hot. He didn't wait for an answer. He moved back, roughly spreading Rin's legs apart, exposing him completely. His eyes gleamed with dark delight. 'Wow. Already wet. Your body is so much more honest than you are.' His hand closed around Rin's soft length, a possessive, threatening grip.
'NO!' This time, Rin's cry held more force, a surge of pure panic. He tried to buck, to twist away, but Kai was immovable. With effortless strength, he flipped Rin onto his stomach, pulled his arms behind his back, and yanked his own belt free. The leather hissed through the loops. In seconds, Rin's wrists were bound tightly together, the buckle digging into his skin. Kai then pulled his arms up and over his head, pinning them there, leaving him utterly exposed and helpless on his stomach.
Rin could only listen, his heart hammering against his ribs, as Kai moved around the room. He heard the click of a case opening.
'You know,' Kai began, his voice conversational, almost academic, as if he were lecturing. 'The FSB has been training honey trap spies since back in the KGB days. Without spilling a drop of blood, they can infiltrate the deepest, most secure parts of their targets… extract everything.'
What is he doing? What is in that case? Rin's mind raced, terror a cold knot in his stomach.
'There's a city called Klin, about 80km from Moscow,' Kai continued, his tone light. Rin heard the clink of metal on metal. 'They teach sexual techniques there for almost three weeks. Psychological manipulation, anatomical precision… how to break a person using pleasure and pain until they have no secrets left.'
'What are you doing?' Rin muttered into the sheets, his voice muffled by dread.
'I happen to work there as an instructor.' The pride in Kai's voice was the most terrifying thing Rin had ever heard. He returned to the bed, his weight dipping the mattress. In his hand was a long, thin, terrifyingly clinical instrument made of polished stainless steel. It tapered to a smooth, rounded end.
Rin's eyes widened in pure, uncomprehending horror. 'No… no, what the hell are you doing?!' His struggle renewed, a frantic, pathetic scrambling against the sheets, trying to crawl away. Kai simply grabbed his ankle and dragged him back with a cruel laugh.
He grabbed Rin's cock again, holding it firm. 'I have some expertise in making people cry, Rin.' He licked his lips, his eyes burning with a fanatical intensity. Before Rin could process the words, Kai brought the tip of the metal rod to his urethral opening.
And pushed.
'UGH!!!'
The sound was not a scream. It was a guttural, animalistic explosion of air forced from his lungs. Rin's eyes shot wide open, seeing nothing, blinded by a white-hot, searing pain so profound and so wrong it defied all description. It was a violation deeper than anything before, a pain that shot directly into his core. He trembled violently, whimpers escaping him with every shallow, shocked breath.
Kai wasn't done. He leaned forward, positioning himself at Rin's torn entrance. And with the sounding rod still buried deep inside him, he thrust into his ass in one brutal motion.
'ARRRGH!!!' This time, it was a scream. A raw, shredded, continuous sound of utter agony. The two points of excruciating pain, inside and out, merged into one universe of suffering. Kai didn't wait, didn't let him adjust. He began a ruthless, pounding rhythm.
'Aahh nghh… it hurts ..my…nghh…' Rin sobbed, his body seizing with each thrust, the metal inside him moving with the motion, scraping and burning.
'You monster…' Rin choked out, his voice a trembling ruin.
Kai chuckled, the sound demonic. He grabbed Rin's hips, hauling them up, then pushed both of Rin's legs back towards his chest, folding him in half, exposing him even more deeply. 'See, Rin? See how you are taking me so well? Look, you're even dripping.' He thrust harder, faster, the slaps of flesh echoing in the luxurious room, underscored by Rin's broken whimpers and guttural groans. The sounding rod began to slip out from the violent motion. With a smirk, Kai pushed it back in, slowly, deliberately.
'AAHH!!!' Rin's back arched off the bed, a silent scream on his lips before sound finally tore free. Kai licked a stripe up his tear-streaked cheek, tasting his suffering.
'Please stop… I can't …it hurts…' It was the pure, undiluted plea of a broken man.
Kai continued his relentless assault, a machine of pleasure and pain. Then, with a final, brutal thrust that buried the rod to its hilt, he pulled the sounding device out in one swift, savage motion.
The sensation—a horrific mix of searing pain and sudden, overwhelming stimulation—was too much. Rin's body betrayed him one final, ultimate time. With a choked, broken cry, he came, spasming violently, his release spraying across his own chest and the sheets, a humiliating testament to his body's forced capitulation.
Kai stilled inside him, watching with rapt, fascinated attention. He let out a low, appreciative whistle.
'Wow… you are really strong. I'm impressed.' His voice was full of genuine, twisted admiration. 'You actually kept your word. You didn't get hard.' He leaned down, his lips brushing Rin's ear. 'It'd be a problem if you started crying already. I'm still nowhere near done being mad at you.'
The smirk on his face was that of a devil who had all the time in the world to play with his newest, most fascinating toy.
The assault was a relentless tide, each wave crashing over Rin with renewed force, eroding his will, his control, his very sense of self. Kai's thrusts were a brutal, piston-like rhythm, a mechanical fucking designed for maximum degradation. He licked Rin's lower lip again, a possessive, wet swipe that was more about marking than any form of affection.
'Fuck… you are so tight,' Kai grunted, his voice a harsh rasp against Rin's ear. 'You're squeezing my dick… feels like it's about to snap in half.' The words were a twisted compliment, a testament to the violent, involuntary clench of Rin's body trying in vain to expel the invasion. He maintained his punishing pace, each drive a calculated act of domination.
Rin shook his head, a furious, silent scream trapped in his throat, choking him. It was a denial of everything: the violation, the sensations, the humiliating responses of his own traitorous flesh. He was being split open, his core relentlessly invaded, a territory being conquered and claimed against its will. And Kai, the master cartographer of his body's betrayals, remembered every weakness. He adjusted his angle with cruel precision, finding that specific, devastating bundle of nerves deep inside. He didn't just brush against it; he targeted it, aiming for it with every thrust, stabbing into it with the accuracy of a surgeon wielding a scalpel.
"Ugh! Hmm. Ahhh.. Ah!"
The cry was torn from him, a sound of pure, unwelcome ecstasy that felt like a physical wound. It was as if Kai was intent on carving a permanent mold of himself into Rin's viscera, remaking his insides in the shape of his own cock until they would never fit another. Rin's body, confused and overwhelmed by the assault of pain and forced pleasure, betrayed him utterly. His legs, which had been limp with exhaustion, began to twitch and writhe of their own accord. The muscles deep within him, desperate for some form of release from the overwhelming stimulus, clenched down even tighter around the invading length, a spasmodic, rhythmic milking that was the ultimate humiliation.
Kai's eyes sparkled with dark, manic triumph. A sharp, victorious smile carved itself onto his lips. He was a connoisseur of breaking points, and he was witnessing a masterpiece. He lowered his head, his mouth finding the sensitive, sweat-salted hollow of Rin's armpit. He licked, then sucked hard, biting down until Rin's whole body stiffened and a fresh shudder wracked his frame. He moved to Rin's chest, his teeth sinking into the firm pectoral muscle, leaving behind a clear, red imprint of his ownership. His fingers found Rin's nipples, pinching and twisting the sensitive nubs into hardened, aching peaks.
When he sucked one into his mouth, making a loud, wet, obscene sound, Rin's entire body bowed off the bed. His toned abdomen contracted in a violent spasm, and his hips automatically lifted, seeking more of the sensation, a movement born of pure biological instinct that filled him with a nauseating wave of self-loathing.
"Ah! ugh!"
Rin's head fell back, but he forced his eyes open, looking down to witness the spectacle of his own degradation. His chest, exposed and littered with marks, rose and fell in ragged, insufficient breaths. Kai used the tip of his tongue to flick and press against the abused nipple, while his hand dug into the quivering muscles of Rin's stomach. The ravaged hole was being pistoned mercilessly, yet it continued to cling and spasm around the hard flesh, a pathetic, persistent betrayal. The dissonance was unbearable—a searing pain woven through with electric, unwanted threads of pleasure, short-circuiting his thoughts, making the room spin.
Suddenly, Kai pulled out completely. The sensation of sudden, shocking emptiness was a void more agonizing than the fullness. The thick, slick shaft slid against the ultrasensitive skin of his inner thigh. Rin gasped, disoriented and bereft, his body shuddering at the loss.
Kai watched his helpless, confused face with unadulterated delight. He gently, tauntingly, rubbed his hardness against Rin's thigh, the soft skin there quickly flushing a hot, fevered red from the friction. He leaned in, his voice a poisonous whisper.
'Hah… what if I get you pregnant, huh?' The words were insane, a calculated descent into psychological hell. 'What if I make you carry my babies? I bet they would be so beautiful…' It was a violation of reality itself, a threat that targeted the core of Rin's identity, painting a future of eternal captivity and violation.
To make the nightmare tangible, he slammed back into him, harder and deeper, a piston driving into soft earth. Each thrust was a promise, a claim staked on his very future.
He didn't stop. The force of his movements made Rin's chest bounce with each impact. Then, with a grunt, he flipped Rin onto his stomach, the change in angle wrenching a raw, guttural moan from Rin's lips. His face was pressed into the sheets, his mouth falling open involuntarily. He couldn't stop the sounds now—a continuous, broken stream of moans, whimpers, and choked sobs that were punched out of him with every drive.
'I'm tired… ngh…' Rin muttered, the words slurred and thick, barely audible. A thin string of saliva dripped from his slack mouth onto the expensive sheets. A final, feeble spark of survival instinct made him try to crawl away, his muscles screaming in protest, his bound hands making the movement a pathetic shuffle.
Kai's grip on his waist was instant, iron-hard. He dragged him back effortlessly and plunged into him again, even harder, the impact jarring Rin's entire skeleton.
'Where are you going, Rin?' Kai's voice was a mockery of concern, dripping with sinister amusement. 'I'm not done with you.' He leaned over, his chest pressing against Rin's sweaty back, his mouth at his ear. 'I will fill you up until you conceive. Until you're bloated with me. There will be no part of you that isn't mine.'
The room was filled with the brutal, rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin, a disgusting percussion to Rin's broken symphony of cries. The overstimulation became too much. His body, pushed far beyond its limits, seized. Another orgasm was ripped from him, dry and agonizing, a spasming convulsion that offered no relief, only a deeper level of humiliation. His vision swam, darkness flickering at the edges, the opulent room dissolving into a nauseating blur of pain and shame. He was being unmade, utterly and completely, and his body was cheering on the destruction.
The sound of piano keys drifted through Rin's consciousness—low, slow, almost mournful. Then a voice followed: smooth, deep, dripping with a warmth that shouldn't exist in a place like this. Seductive. Soothing. A lullaby for someone meant to never rest.
This can't be real… Rin thought distantly, but his body betrayed him. He sank deeper, deeper into the sound. No fear, no urgency. Just that rare, impossible sensation: safety. A perfect cocoon of sound that he knew he shouldn't accept. And yet… he did.
By the time his eyes fluttered open, he was already caught between dream and reality. The sun poured through a tall window, spilling across his face—not burning, but sharp and bright enough to sting. Rin groaned softly, raising an arm to shield his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the fireplace. The fire had mostly died, but the embers pulsed faintly, throwing off a ghostly warmth. In front of it lay a large fur blanket, the kind too soft, too luxurious to belong anywhere except in a palace—or a prison disguised as one. A white sofa sat nearby, its cushions pristine. Rin blinked slowly, realization hitting: he wasn't imagining the fur under his body. He'd been lying on it.
So… I wasn't dreaming all of it. Did I faint? Or did he drug me? He rubbed his temple, forcing his thoughts into order. His mind combed backward, retracing, trying to separate illusion from reality. But the line had already blurred.
Kai was nowhere in sight. The silence pressed in around him, thick and deliberate.
Rin pushed himself upright with a groan, every muscle shrieking in protest. The aches from the assault earlier hadn't left—they'd settled into his bones. His ribs stung when he breathed too sharply, his back burned where it had slammed into the wall. Every step toward the window was an effort, but he forced himself there, his hands braced against the cold glass.
Outside, endless white. Not a single tree visible beneath the snow, only a frozen expanse stretching into forever. A cruel landscape—beautiful, but merciless. No escape. Not on foot. Not alive.
Rin clenched his jaw. Damn him. He knew exactly where to put me. A gilded island with no exits. A place designed to grind me down until I start believing escape isn't possible.
Then, like a blade, the memory returned. Kai's voice, low and amused, spilling against Rin's ear during the assault.
"Hah… what if I get you pregnant, huh? What if I make you carry my babies? I bet they would be so beautiful."
Rin gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached. His hands curled into fists against the glass. That psycho. That manipulative, sick bastard. He already tampered with my DNA—wasn't that enough? He wants to twist me further. Break me. Turn me into something I never chose to be.
Something wet slid down his thigh.
His heart lurched. He glanced down.
It was semen.
"…Damn it he did fill me up…" he muttered, voice hoarse.
His fists clenched at his sides. Even when he's not in the room, he's here. In my body. In my head. He wants me to break every time I look at myself. He wants me to remember him every time I move.
Rin's jaw tightened until it hurt. His thoughts spun faster, sharper, clawing for any edge, any strategy. No. No matter what filth he leaves on me, I'm not letting him turn me into his cage-bird. I'll bide my time. Heal. Watch. And when the opening comes—
He pressed his forehead against the frozen glass, his breath fogging it. —I'll end him with my own hands.
Rin had been staring out the window, his thoughts looping dangerously close to despair, when a quiet sound broke the silence. A door. Not the main door—closer. His body went rigid.
The bathroom door opened, and there was Kai. Bare, a towel draped loosely around his neck, water still glistening on his shoulders. His face was unnervingly calm, as though this was the most natural thing in the world—to walk out naked, utterly unashamed, into the room where Rin sat trembling.
Rin's eyes betrayed him for a second, lowering against his will. That thing between Kai's legs swung with his movement, obscene and arrogant. Rin's stomach twisted. Tch. Was that thing even… fit? Ugly. Disgusting. How could he strut around with something like that?
Kai's gaze, slow and deliberate, raked over him. It lingered on the bruises across Rin's chest, the faint marks along his neck, the hickeys that branded him like property. Rin instinctively stepped back, his skin prickling, his arms crossing as if he could hide himself.
"You should take a bath," Kai said lightly, his tone almost casual, almost… domestic. His eyes, however, glimmered with a quiet possession. "You look dirty."
The words landed like a slap.
Rin let out a shaky sigh, hating the way part of him agreed. Sticky skin, a sour sheen of sweat, the lingering scent of pheromones clinging like poison—he did feel filthy. Damn it. He's right. I reek. I'm sticky, I'm… His teeth ground together. No. No, don't let him be right. Not about this, not about anything.
Kai nodded toward the bathroom, as though granting permission. An unspoken command masked as kindness.
Every nerve in Rin's body screamed caution. His posture, tense and sharp, was less man and more animal—like a cornered fox, fur raised, ready to snap at any hand that came too close. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. He thinks I'll obey. He thinks I'll walk into the bathroom like some obedient pet, grateful for scraps of dignity. No. He won't touch me. Not again.
Kai stepped closer. His hand extended, slow, almost gentle. The kind of motion designed to lull, to trick the prey into letting its guard down.
Rin struck. His arm snapped up, shoving the hand away with a violence born of pure defiance. His nails scraped across Kai's skin, leaving angry red marks that flared against the pale flesh of his hand.
"Don't fucking touch me," Rin snarled, his voice low, rough, edged with venom. His nose wrinkled as though Kai's very presence was rancid. His body trembled, but his eyes burned with a rare clarity.
For a moment, silence stretched. Kai looked down at the scratch blooming across his skin. Then he chuckled, almost too softly. He rolled his wrist, examining the wound as though it were nothing more than an inconvenience, his expression disturbingly calm.
No anger. No retaliation. Only that faint, knowing smile curling on his lips.
The kind of smile that said: Good. Fight back. Struggle harder. It makes your defeat taste sweeter.
Kai turned slightly, stepping aside with deliberate ease. His movements were leisurely, almost graceful—indifferent in a way that grated worse than aggression. He shrugged as though Rin's defiance were inevitable, inconsequential. The conqueror allowing his prize a moment of illusion.
The dismissal made Rin's blood boil.
He could feel Kai's eyes burning into his back as he strode past, but he didn't dare look. He slammed the bathroom door behind him, the echo shaking the walls.