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Another growl followed by a whimper resounded into the empty room all the way into the dark damp corners. You huddled against the wall behind you, hugging yourself close and tight, careful to not press into the bruises on your skin. You shook at each footstep as they drew near. Your gaze was drawn to the door, pieces of light streaming through, barely illuminating your skin and the floor.
A click and the doorknob opened. Tears streamed down your face as your captor looked down at you, he blocked most of the light. Your eyes squinted shut. The light was too much and it made your head hurt. You swallowed down nothing, your mouth was dry.
“Hello, Dear.” He stepped into the room. The chain connected to your throat rattled as you pushed your body into the corner of the room, failing to get there by an arms length, the leather pushing into your throat uncomfortably and cutting your air off. You coughed as your hands dug at the collar.
“What’s wrong? I know you weren’t trying to get away from me, right my love?” He drew closer, you could only look in fear as he crouched down before you. His face was shaped to be kind, a soft smile and crinkled eyes, but there was instability and a twisted obsession in his eyes. You only made a small sound in the back of your throat. A look of realization crossed his face.
“Oh, right. I had forgotten about your mask. Stay still for me.” You shivered as his hands went behind your head, his chest in front of your face, as they fiddled with the lock until it popped off your face.
Instant relief spread across your face, the muzzle was gone. Pink lines spread across your face along side a grimace as your tenderly touched the skin.
He grabbed your hand, fingers wrapping around your thin wrist and squeezing. His hand lined up with the already present purple handprint. You bit your lip to keep from crying out.
“What do you say?” His voice was low, purple eyes focused on your face. He had a disappointed expression, his gaze gaze roaming your body. You shuffled back, only to find the wall against your head and back.
“Thank you, Kakyoin.” Your voice was raspy and quiet. He nodded and let your hand go, slowly getting up and turning back to the door. A tray with food sat near the entrance, some steam still rising from the substance. “Call me Noriaki, we’re close enough.”
“Thank you, Noriaki.” He grins and nods.
You were surprised to find drool in your mouth, you hadn’t have liquids in a while. You couldn’t even tell how long, there were no windows and the only light that came into the room was artificial white that burned your retinas.
You crawled forward, meeting Kakyoin in the middle of the room. You stomach growled loudly. A streak of bitterness and anger ran through you. It was quickly quenched as the man turned around, his sharp gaze focused on you.
“I guess you’re pretty hungry.” He held up a spoon, miso soup. He waited for you. To tired and hungry to refuse, you leaned forward to sip at the liquid. Amusement f lashed on his face.
“Good. I was wondering when you would give in.” He held up another spoonful. Your stomach had stopped growling.
He slowly fed you the food, mostly soft food. He let you drink the water yourself, talking and chattering away. Something about the newest video game.
You raised the glass to your face, savoring the water as it ran down your throat. As you stopped drinking, the glass slipped from your hand. You tried to catch it but before you could grab, it was in his hand.
“Tsk. I thought you could do that on your own. Oh, well.” Your hands trembled as your head turned up to meet his eyes. He couldn’t be human. There was no way to move that quickly, it had to be impossible, yet this man in front of you had done it.
“What do you say now?”
“Thank you, Noriaki.”
“What else?” What? What else were you supposed to say? What else did he want?
A hand closed around your throat, your back hit the wall hard. A strangled groan came from your throat.
“What else?” His eyes were filled with fire, his voice growled beside your ear.
Your fingernails scraped against his skin, small scratched that he didn’t even notice. Another force held your feet against the wall, you were unable to do anything, your arms weren’t long enough to reach him. It felt like vines were trailing up your legs.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please-” He glared as your air was cut off further. You couldn’t breath. You were going to die. This was it. You panicked. “I love you! I love you!”
You were let go immediately, sobbing and cradled against his chest. Your tears soaked into his shirt as you gripped his shoulders.
“I love you. I love you, Noriaki. I love you.” You just repeated those three words, sometimes saying his name, as he petted your head. He cooed and shushed you as you eventually stopped crying, your body still shaking against him.
“Sh, I know, Dear. I love you too. Calm down. Sh, calm down for me.” He felt joy as you pressed your face into him. When you had finally stopped shaking, he put you down. You hugged your arms and looked up at him, he loved your face, even now. Your eyes were still wet, shining in the artificial light, your lips chapped and face dirty. Your dazed expression was absolutely beautiful. He grabbed the cloth next to him and slowly wiped down your face.
You were disoriented as he continued to move, his hands drifting to the back of your neck as he pulled off the chain. Your neck felt lighter now. When you moved it was slow and tiring, everything felt heavy and you tried to clear your head. What was wrong with you? You shouldn’t feel like this. Something was wrong.
He picked you up like a doll, carrying you to his room, careful to not bump into anything. Your dilated eyes glossed over the house, barely able to focus on anything, you head hung heavy over his arm as your eyes tried to focus on his face. You could barely recognize the joy on his face. He had drugged you. You realized slowly, fear settling into your bones as you feebly pushed at him. He only looked down at you and smirked.
You couldn’t tell how long it took to get to the room, the bed was plush and comfy under you. Your head rolled to the side as you desperately tried to move, your fingers twitched and your hands came up, only to meet shoulders. He slotted himself between your thighs, pushing your legs to each side and leaning over to look at you.
“Nooo. Kakyoin.” His hand ventured down, a finger slowly thrusting in and out of you. He relished your expression, how your expression twisted and froze as blood rushed up. He diligently worked you open, your hands barely pushing against his frame. “Stoop. Please, noo.”
He kissed you, swallowing all the words that came out of your mouth, he knew you wanted this. You whimpered under his fingers and he pulled away, that should be enough.
“It’s okay, don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you. My love, you’ll be okay.” He hiked the oversized shirt on your body up, your hands weakly pushed it down again. He chuckled at your modesty and pulled the shirt completely off your body. A chill settled across your body, your skin prickling at the cool air. His hands caressed your skin, trailing up and down your ribs and finally settling onto your hips.
He slowly entered, kissing your neck and lips, ignoring your pleas and cries. He waited for a bit, giving you time to adjust before slowly thrusting.
“Ah, no. Please, Kakyoin.” He frowned and sped up, leaning over to your ear.
“Do I need to put the mask on again? You aren’t being very nice right now.” You became silent, biting your lip hard and looking to the side. He chuckled and kept his pace.
You barely had control of your body as is. Small sounds escaped your throat, embarrassment filling your limbs, you turned your face to the side to hide your expression and blush. Fingers gripped your cheeks, pulling your face to see his.
“No. I want you to look at me. I want to see each and every expression you make.” Tears pricked at your eyes falling quickly down your face. He kissed each cheek before resuming. You felt a heat build in your stomach, you squashed down the feeling as much as you could, disgusted that you could even feel that way.
Soon he couldn’t help himself, pulling out all the way before slamming back in, you couldn’t stop your voice as he drew closer to his climax. He stuck two fingers into your mouth, watching the drool slid down your face and your tongue slide over the digits.
You couldn’t stop yourself, climax falling over you, heavier than a stone, crushing you with resentment and self-hatred. You cried out, body arching of the bed and clenching around him. It hadn’t been more than a few seconds when he lost it too.
His teeth clamped down on your neck, blood spilling out onto his tongue. He rutted against you until it was over. Heat splattering inside of you.
He picked you up, cradling you in his arms, both chests heaving against the other. He could feel your heartbeat, a comforting sensation as he whispered into your hair.
You felt disgusting. Your body was sweaty and covered in saliva, teethmarks and hickeys covered your skin. You continued to cry, barely feeling what was happening.
“Oh, my Dear. I love you so much.” The feeling of vines crawled around your limbs. “I just can’t have my fill of you. I’ve waited so long, and now I have you all to myself.”
He kissed you again, his hair tickling the side of your face. He pressed you close to him. You were surprised to find something poking at you, he just smiled.
“Don’t worry, my love. You’ll enjoy this too, just bear with me.” You were already tired, the drugs in your system slowing you down further. You barely managed to tap his chest.
Soon you were bouncing, held by invisible ropes and hands drifting across your body again. He seemed to grown frustrated with the position, turning you around and holding you against the mattress. Your face pressed into the fabric, hands held behind your back and a hand pressing your neck down, cutting of air.
You fell apart again, moans and whimpers coming from your throat as everything melted away into a buzz. A strand of hair tickled against your back as Kakyoin continued to thrust into you. He enjoyed hearing you squeal and mewl beneath him.
“Ah, Kakyoin. Oh. Ka-Kakyoin, aah.” You barely recognized your voice through the haze. Everything felt hot and sticky and too much. You were overstimulated.
Eventually he was done, spent across and inside your body. You had long since become a drooling crying mess beneath him. He wiped away your tears. His fingers trailed over the various love bites and bruises, tracing the injuries and rising to wipe away more tears. He cradled your face close, your eyes glazed and unfocused and lips swollen and red, and kissed you again.
It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep next to him, settling into the comfortable fabric and relaxing. He continued to pepper your face in butterfly kisses. He would never have enough of you, it was impossible.
“I love you so much, my dear.” He fell asleep with you in his arms and love in his heart and in his arms.