Training (10)

I shuddered involuntarily. Exciting sensations spread from the flesh he touched.

“You’re naturally sensitive, Doc, which is why you’re so disciplined.”

Cane looked amused. I wanted to retort to his words, but I was powerless. I’d already had two orgasms. Once in the bathroom and once just now.

And dozens of other little pleasures. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so h*rny or so satisfied, not even when I was seriously making love to Theo. Besides, what I was doing with Cane wasn’t s*x; he was deliberately arousing me, bringing me to climax, training my body.

Noel would be here soon. The bed was a complete mess and I was soaking wet, so I sat in the corner of the blind spot with the blankets pulled up around me. I was depressed.

The only saving grace was that Cane had left the bathroom door open, fully on display. He had initially planned to open it only if I needed to use the restroom, but instead, he taunted me with perverted comments the whole time, as if he wanted to reward me for screaming and moaning so beautifully.

After dragging my exhausted body through the bathroom and giving myself another quick wash, I found this corner of the bed and sat down. I marked another stick next to the date I had already marked with three bars.

Day 4. I can’t believe it’s only been four days, so much has happened to me in that time. I could still feel Cane’s touch on my skin as he stirred my body. Aside from the physical exhaustion, the mental depression was almost unbearable.

If I had been simpler, if I had been true to my desires, I would have fully indulged and enjoyed the sticky pleasure that was shaking my mind, but as a human being who had been taught common sense from an early age in a civilized society, my moral sense of ‘you shouldn’t do this’ bothered me.

It’s a strange sense of obligation that says, This is not normal and I shouldn’t be affected by it. To be myself, I had to be constantly instilled with the standard that this is not right.

This means that if I don’t keep myself in check, I’m going to be a slave to Cane’s whims, a s*x slave to his hands.

I hope it’s not too late already…

I remembered the incredible sensation of pleasure that had raced through my body as soon as my br*asts had been grabbed in the bathroom. My s*x drive had increased in an instant and my p*ssy was on fire.

[knock knock knock]

Noel is knocking, once again showing his kindness and respect while I am bound and tied up. It’s unbelievable; it’s so ridiculous that it feels almost unreal.

Noel came in, pushing the door open with his shoulder while carrying a tray. He looked at me huddled in the corner. I stubbornly avoided his gaze; any gratitude I had felt for him when I used the bathroom had completely gone.

I hated Cane, so I hated Noel too. They were essentially the same person. I didn’t think of multiple personalities as a kind of possession. As a psychiatrist, I believed multiple personality disorder was a mental illness. Meanwhile, Theo understood dissociative disorders as something closer to possession.

“Time to eat.”

Noel casually said as he pulled back the bedsheet and laid out a new bedsheet. His calm tone felt distant from the turmoil inside me.

At this moment, acting out would be pointless. It was Noel who had let me use the bathroom. I needed to handle him carefully.

“My clothes are wet.”

“I know. I’ll put them here.”

He placed the fresh clothes on the bed.

“I feel like I’m going to go crazy without a clock.”

“…Haha!”

Noel, who had been quietly watching me, burst out laughing. What was so funny? I furrowed my brows slightly as I looked at him.

“You’ve made up your mind to use me, haven’t you?”

Noel spoke directly to me. It took me by surprise for a moment, but I exhaled calmly.

“I’m sorry, Noel. I’m not in a good place right now. You’re the only one I can rely on.”

I found myself saying something I knew he would appreciate. Easing the tension with patients was essential, but even in my exhausted state, the familiar phrasing slipped out habitually.

“You say nice things.”

Noel replied calmly, his tall frame looking down at me. His gaze was refreshingly bright and clear, a stark contrast to Cane’s sticky, deep stare. It was a look that made you want to lean into it endlessly – an atmosphere that was perfectly suited to the old Noel. Was all this just a deliberate trap to enchant me?

“It’s true.”

I spoke with sincerity. It was a fact. To me, Noel was the lifeline that could save me. Cane was someone beyond my control, operating outside the realm of reason, so how I dealt with Noel would ultimately determine my fate.

“This is serious, you know. My heart is too weak.”

Noel sighed as he said this.

“Noel, that’s not weakness; it’s a completely natural feeling. Spending an entire day in this room without knowing how time is passing is incredibly cruel. Just because I can keep track of time doesn’t mean your plans will fall apart.”

I carefully tried to persuade Noel. He looked at me with inscrutable eyes.

“You’re smart, Noel. Very wise. You’re always calm and collected. Theo and I liked that about you. But sometimes, it could be annoying.”

Noel ran a hand through his hair, looking perplexed. He didn’t respond to my request for a clock and changed the subject.

“Right now, you’re annoying.”

“…Why’s that?”

I asked, my voice trembling.

The comment about being annoying sounded a bit cold. I feared he might drop another bombshell.

“No matter how much I use your body, I feel like you won’t waver.”

That was Noel’s misunderstanding. I was shaking inside, desperately trying to maintain the facade that I wasn’t.

“No matter how much I drag you in and lock you up, I have a feeling you’ll stand your ground and refuse to enter our world. So calm and collected.”

But I was already being pulled deep into the world of three men. I didn’t want to reveal that. Saying so would imply that their plans were working.

“You can’t force someone to be yours.”

“That’s not true.”

“…Noel.”

“I can just hold onto you until the end until you die. In that case, you’ll still be here, right?”

A chill ran down my spine.

“Just say that.”

Noel smiled softly and sweetly.

***

I changed my clothes. Noel agreed to bring me a clock. My request was accepted, but I didn’t feel good about it. ‘I’ll hold onto you until you die.” he had said.

I didn’t take the seriousness of my situation lightly. It was one thing to abstractly think, I’ll be trapped for a long time, and another to hear such a twisted plan directly from my captor.

There was no way I could stay here until I died—not.

As I ate, I kept thinking and thinking. ‘Is there a way out?’ Did such a thing even exist?

At least in my somewhat rusty mind, two potential methods came to mind.

The first was to resist fiercely, forcing Theo to show up. Skipping meals or self-harm could be options, though they instinctively felt wrong.

I was also afraid of how Cane would react to my rebellion. He wouldn’t just sit back and allow me to disrupt his plans. Even if Theo did appear, I doubted how much the situation would truly change.

So, this method had to be a last resort.

The second approach was to comply as much as possible with what they wanted, acting in ways that satisfied them to lower their guard.

This method might not strain my body, but it would require strong mental resilience. Cane’s demands were often provocative and strange. I wondered if I could exist as ‘myself’ while accommodating all his whims.

But there were no other options.

The comment about me being annoying might have been partly my fault; I had been too open about what I wanted.

I needed to gradually show them that I was obedient and submissive without revealing my true thoughts.

If I could start meeting their basic demands and gradually lower their guard, my chances of escaping would increase.

For now, this seemed like the wisest approach.

If I was destined to be toyed with by Cane no matter how much I rebelled or struggled, it was far more beneficial to set a clear goal and strengthen my resolve.

With this determination, I slowly chewed my food.

Finishing every last bite was the first step in my plan. I took my time clearing the tray, careful not to overindulge.

I wasn’t sure if Noel had prepared the food himself, but it was excellent.

Fortunately, having secure access to the bathroom eased the burden of relieving myself and allowed me to eat without triggering other worries.

After finishing my meal, I leaned back on the bed and opened the book Noel had brought me: ‘The Chronicles of Arkel.’ I flipped through the elegantly gilded cover, revealing the blue pages inside. In Noel’s handwriting, it said, ‘Don’t worry.’

I had to resist the urge to tear that page out.

The freshly changed bedsheets smelled nice, carrying the same scent of fabric softener I had noticed on the first day of my abduction. Back then, I had felt a sense of calm, thinking that if I could just see Theo and talk to him, everything would somehow work out.

Now, even if I met Theo, I felt like I would only face more shocking circumstances. I doubted whether the Theo I knew was the true version of himself.

‘The Chronicles of Arkel’ flowed easily, even in this situation. It was a well-written classic. The story follows the protagonist, Arkel, who sided with the celestial beings in their fight against the demon race, ultimately founding the nation of Arkel.

There was no better book to ignite a fighting spirit before a great battle. Arkel’s brave spirit and strong will felt desperately needed in my current situation.

When Noel came in with dinner, he seemed surprised to see the tray empty, his eyes widening in surprise as he looked at me.

I couldn’t help but let out a wry laugh, contrasting sharply with the image of Cane’s mocking expression as he lazily raised his eyes to tease me.

“Did the food suit your taste?”

I wondered if Noel thought I was on vacation in this house. I nodded, feeling a strange dissonance in his soft, gentle voice.

He set down the meals from the tray and pulled out a clock.

“Where would you like me to hang it?”

The clock’s hands showed just past six o’clock. Knowing the exact time felt like a weight lifting off my chest. It was early evening; outside, I imagined the sky was darkening with the sunset.

“This wall,” I said, pointing to the side of the bed so I could see it easily.

Noel obediently began hammering a nail into that wall. I watched the threatening tool, the hammer, with unease. Every time his big hand swung it down, my body flinched.

What if I suddenly lunged at Noel and grabbed the hammer? I entertained the thought, though I didn’t dare to act on it.

Just minutes before, I had planned to comply and ease their suspicions, but my mind was bouncing all over the place.

‘I can at least imagine it.’