Jiwon's eyes snapped open, a sharp ache ripping through his waist and legs. Every movement felt like fire crawling beneath his skin.
Water lapped softly around him.
Then he realized...
he was in a bathtub.
Fully exposed.
Naked.
Vulnerable.
Humiliation coiled in his chest like a living thing.
A maid leaned over him, carefully washing away the grime, sweat, and dried blood from the morning.
"Get the fuck off me! What the hell are you doing?!"
Jiwon's voice cracked as he tried to push her away, splashing water in every direction.
He tried to scramble upright, but his body betrayed him. Every muscle ached, every nerve screamed, and even the small movements left him gasping.
And then he saw him. The same boy, standing at the edge of the bathroom, arms crossed, grinning like the whole scene was a personal amusement.
Jiwon froze for a heartbeat, then exploded.
"You little shit! FUCK!"
He snatched the nearest soap dish and hurled it. It clattered uselessly against the floor.
Glass bottle. Thrown. Another jar. anything within reach became weapons.
"Goddammit! You think this is funny? Little fucker!"
He screamed, voice raw, trembling from anger and pain
The maid froze, bowing slightly at the boy's silent signal, then quietly slipped out. The door clicked shut. Silence fell, heavy and suffocating, leaving only Jiwon's ragged breathing and the sound of splashing water.
His hands grabbed anything he could reach soap, bottles, jars, towels and flung them with every ounce of strength left.
The bathtub water sloshed, splashing onto the marble floor. Glass shattered against the walls. Soap flew into the air and landed in puddles. His body trembled violently.
And still, the boy advanced. Step by silent step: Calm,deliberate,watching,grinning.
Jiwon's chest tightened. Something twisted in his stomach, unfamiliar and terrifying, Fear? Why the hell was he afraid of a boy younger than him? He felt his pride crumble, his control slipping.
"No. Fuck this!"
He lunged, fist swinging straight at the boy.
Effortlessly a hand caught his fist midair, another tangled in his hair, yanking his head back.
Pain shot through his scalp and neck, jiwon's teeth gritted as his body trembled.
"You know why they call me Smert?"
The boy's voice was soft, almost playful.
"Haa!!"
Jiwon gasped
The boy leaned closer, grin widening, terrifyingly calm.
"Because I'm the death that'll hunt the shit out of you."
Jiwon's entire body went rigid. He wanted to scream. Wanted to fight. Wanted to vanish. But he was fully broken.
"But since I'm being nice..I'll let you call me by my name "
"sergei"
he said with a mocking tone, with a smirk on his face, while grabbing Jiwon's wet, dark hair, he yanked his head back forcefully.
Jiwon's eyes widened in terror as he was held under the murky water of the bathtub, bubbles of his desperate gasps escaping to the surface.
"Aghh!..Haaagh"
His struggles grew weaker with every passing second, his arms and legs flailing in a futile attempt to break free from the relentless grip.
The water stung his nose and filled his mouth, the taste of chlorine and despair mingling as he fought against the inevitable.
For what felt like an eternity, Sergei kept Jiwon submerged, his own excitement growing with each muffled scream and each spasm of jiwon's body. He felt the power coursing through him, the thrill of control and dominance.
Occasionally, he'd pull Jiwon's head up just long enough for him to take a gasping breath before plunging him back down into the water. The cycle repeated over and over, a twisted game of cat and mouse, with the water acting as the silent accomplice to Sergei's sickening desires.
After thirty agonizing minutes, Sergei's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a malicious excitement. He felt the struggle beneath his hand diminish and knew that Jiwon's body was giving in to the lack of oxygen. With a final, cruel yank, he pulled Jiwon's head above the water, releasing his hair.
Jiwon's body went limp, his chest heaving as he coughed and spluttered, trying to fill his lungs with the precious air he'd been denied for so long.
But Sergei wasn't done yet. His arousal had only grown with the sound of Jiwon's suffering, and now was the time for the final act of his twisted fantasy.
He positioned himself behind their weakened man , the tip of his erect penis nudging against Jiwon's tight, clenched hole beneath the water's surface.
"Ahh!! No!"
Despite the horror of the situation, Jiwon's body instinctively tightened in anticipation of the pain to come, his muscles contracting in a futile effort to protect his innocence.
With one brutal thrust, Sergei penetrated the barrier, the water offering little resistance as he pushed deeper into the swollen passage.
"AAGHHH!...HURTT!...IT HURTS!!!"
Jiwon's screams filled the small bathroom, echoing off the tiles and piercing the quiet night. His eyes rolled back in his head as the pain shot through him, his nails digging into the sides of the tub as he tried to find something, anything, to hold onto.
"it's still so damn tight"
Sergei growled, his voice low and filled with lust, as he began to move his hips in a slow rhythm.
Jiwon's response was a string of incoherent curses, his voice was already hoarse from the water and yesterday's screams.
Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the water that dripped from his hair, as he endured the unimaginable violation. His body trembled with each thrust, the pain a living thing inside him, tearing him apart piece by piece.
The only sounds in the room were the slap of skin and the occasional whimper that escaped Sergei's lips as he lost himself in his sick pleasure.
"ughh... Fuck."
Sergei murmured, his breath hot against Jiwon's ear.
Jiwon could only whimper and shed silent tears, his body too exhausted to do anything but take the abuse. The water in the tub grew warmer from their combined body heat, a stark contrast to the coldness that filled his soul.
"Huff..huff"
Sergei's pace grew faster, his breathing more ragged as he approached climax. He grabbed Jiwon's hips, pulling him back onto his cock with each thrust. With a final, violent push, he released himself inside him, his seed mixing with the water that filled Jiwon's ass.
But the torment wasn't over. With a wicked glint in his eye, Sergei leaned over the tub, pushing Jiwon's face down until it was submerged again.
His ass was now pointing upwards, still impaled on Sergei's cock. He began to thrust again, his movements frantic and erratic, pushing Jiwon's face deeper into the water.
"Arghh..."
The world around Jiwon grew dark as the water filled his nose and mouth. He could feel his consciousness slipping away, the edges of his vision turning to black. He tried to struggle, to scream, but all that came out was a muffled gurgle. His body went slack, his eyes rolling back in his head as he passed out from the lack of air.
Sergei felt the tension leave Jiwon's body, his own orgasm hitting him like a wave, his hips jerking with the force of it. He didn't stop, didn't care that the boy was unconscious, didn't care about anything but his own sick desires. He continued to pump into the lifeless body, his grunts and moans the only sound in the room until he was spent, his climax leaving him trembling.
With a final, chuckle, he pulled out, watching the water rush out of Jiwon's ass and swirl around the drain. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork, the water now a murky mix of cum and despair.
"please..."
Jiwon whispered weakly, his voice barely audible above the sound of the running water.
"what."
Sergei replied, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"This was fun."
He reached down and turned off the tap, watching as the water level began to lower, revealing the bruises and marks that marred Jiwon's pale skin. With a satisfied sigh, he stepped out of the tub, leaving the unconscious jiwon to slowly slide down, his face still submerged.
As the water drained away, it took with it any hope of peace Jiwon might have had left.
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smert¹ (смерть):a russian word means death