“Do you resent me?”

“….”

Cold crimson eyes looked down at me. They were so frigid that my insides felt like they’d freeze solid.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I struggled not to let them fall.

Though I felt resentful and utterly wronged, there was nothing I could do right now. Because all of this—I’d brought it on myself.

That I’d fallen into this powerless state, that the man I thought I knew so well had changed, that I’d lost everything and now lay beneath him—it was all my fault.

“Ugh!”

The man thrust into me mercilessly. He moved in and out, but the act was so rough that my body shook wildly.

What he was doing wasn’t ordinary s*x seeking pleasure. It was an act that severed my hope, like he was shaking my entire life apart.

So with each of his movements, my heart felt like it was shattering into pieces.

“Rick….”

It was so difficult that I gasped for breath just to survive and barely managed to spit out the man’s name. That name I’d thought belonged to someone on my side, someone closer to me than anyone—but now felt strange and distant.

“You still call me by that name.”

The man entered me with savage force. Each time he shook me hard enough to make a thudding sound, I felt pleasure and despair simultaneously.

The man I’d once thought was mine now stripped everything from me, drove me to the edge of a cliff, and bestowed upon me the gift of despair.

“S-stop….”

Absurdly, I was feeling pleasure from the man trying to destroy me.

We’d joined bodies countless times, and my body naturally remembered the pleasure it felt each time.

I wanted to deny this nonsensical pleasure, so I shook my arms raised above my head, trying to untie the bindings on my wrists, but it was useless.

“Resistance is futile.”

Each time I struggled, a strong grip seized my hands, and he thrust roughly in and out of me again.

“Ah! Let go!”

“Why? This is what you did to me… How does it feel to have it returned to you?”

“I didn’t tie you up like this.”

I glared at the man above me.

“I didn’t resist either. But what about you? Aren’t you resisting? The situation might be a little different.”

In a way, I’d brought this on myself.

The coercive actions he was inflicting on me now were the very things I’d done to him. He’d been my slave, and he was simply doing to me what had been done to him.

“Please stop… Just kill me instead.”

“Those words don’t seem fitting from your mouth. Weren’t you the one who enjoyed looking down at me from above?”

The man’s lips twisted. I couldn’t describe how wicked yet strangely alluring he looked.

He was right. I’d stood above him and enjoyed everything. Now the situation had simply reversed.

Should I have listened better to Father’s words? If I had, would this situation not be happening now…?

I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip hard as I recalled the past.