The owner of this handsome face had deceived me, disappointed me, and hurt me.

I carefully moved his large hand off my waist, forcing myself to ignore the familiarity of his touch, and slowly sat up. My eyes stayed fixed on him, watching for any sign that he might wake up.

But Cane remained completely still, deeply asleep.

I moved as quietly as possible, wary of the sound of the chains clinking, slowing my breath and controlling every movement. I slid down from the bed, my feet carefully touching the ground. I picked up the black shorts Cane had left beside the bed, the fabric carrying the same subtle fragrance as the bedding—some sort of linen-scented perfume.

I quickly checked the pockets of his shorts, but there was nothing inside. Undeterred, I quietly crept toward the black bag he had tossed aside.

If I found the key in there, what would I do next? Could I open the cabinet, pull out the heavy stereo, and strike Cane over the head with it? The thought weighed on me as I moved closer, my heart pounding louder with each step.

My heart was pounding so loudly, that I feared Cane might hear it and wake up.

Inside the open bag were the Seyon devices that had tormented me, along with various dildos and an assortment of other adult toys whose purposes I didn’t even want to imagine. Shuddering with disgust, I reached into the inner pocket of the bag, searching carefully.

It was an incredibly dangerous move, but the opportunity was too tempting to pass up. It felt like a sweet treat was dangling right in front of me, urging me to take it.

The bag had three pockets. The first was empty. In the second pocket, I found two pens. For a moment, I considered taking one but ultimately left them there. Even if I did find the key, I would still have to pretend to be compliant, and Cane definitely wouldn’t be happy to notice something missing.

In the third pocket, there it was—a single key. My head spun, my face flushed with adrenaline, and my heart pounded even faster, the reality of the situation hit me hard.

The long, silver key shimmered as I pulled it out with trembling hands. I carefully inserted it into the lock of the chains around my wrist. It slid in smoothly, but when I tried to turn it, it wouldn’t budge. The key didn’t fit. I tried flipping it around, but the result was the same.

“It’s the bathroom key, Doctor.”

I jumped in shock, dropping the key. Clang! The metal clashed loudly against the marble floor. I spun around to see Cane sitting up, propped on his elbow, watching me with a smirk.

How long had he been awake?

The thought that he had watched me struggle with the key, trying to unlock my chains, sent a cold sweat trickling down my back.

“I’m not stupid enough to carry the key to your chains around,” Cane said with a lazy smirk.

“…That’s not what I—”

“What if you had decided to kill me when I came in?”

Cane was laughing while casually making such brutal, dangerous remarks. He didn’t seem worried at all, instead playing it off with that usual carefree attitude.

“After such a hot time together, you wanted to run away?” he teased, sitting up in bed and stretching with a yawn. I knew better than to be fooled by his relaxed demeanor—Cane was the kind of man who could spit in someone’s face with a smile.

“I wasn’t trying to run,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “The chains were just uncomfortable.”

“If that’s all, you should’ve just said something. Why sneak around like a little rat, trying to steal the key?” Cane’s voice was laced with amusement. He must have been awake for quite some time, silently watching me, much like a predator stalking its prey.

“And after getting off so hard while I was inside you… you were still plotting to escape?” he added, looking down at me lazily from where he sat on the bed, his gaze predatory. The way he stared made my skin crawl.

“If you’d found the key, then what?” he continued, his voice soft but dangerous. “Were you planning to kill me and walk out of here?”

“That’s not it, Cane. It’s a misunderstanding,” I stammered, my voice trembling.

“What could you use to make sure it’s a clean kill?” he mused, standing up abruptly and slowly scanning the room.

Fear surged through me as he began to whistle, clearly enjoying this twisted game. His slightly narrowed eyes sparkled with amusement.

His gaze drifted over the lamp on the table, the cosmetics in the cabinet, and the stereo, all with unsettling calm. Luckily, Noel had been thorough—even the cosmetics were transferred into plastic containers, reducing any potential danger. But the tension in the air was undeniable, and I could feel the threat lurking beneath Cane’s playful demeanor.

Cane grabbed the lamp from the table and violently threw it to the ground. The crash was so sudden and loud, I was too shocked to even scream. Next, he picked up the stereo from the cabinet and tossed it with the same brutal force. The heavy ceramic lamp shattered on impact, and the vintage stereo’s parts scattered across the floor, broken beyond repair.

This was the first time I had ever seen Cane act so violently. I sat there, frozen, unable to even breathe. Up until now, Cane had always tormented me with s*xual teasing, pushing me to my limits, but he had never been physically violent—never displayed this kind of raw aggression.

Seeing this side of him for the first time, I realized how dangerous he truly was.

I hadn’t imagined that my small act of trying to find the key would trigger such a drastic reaction.

Cane, clearly not satisfied with the damage he’d already caused, strode toward me with long, purposeful steps. I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move, my mind racing. When he got closer, I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for some kind of pain, expecting the worst.

But the blow never came.

Instead, Cane reached into the black bag and pulled out the heavy Seyon device. Without a word, he began using it like a hammer, smashing what was left of the stereo and the lamp into smaller, scattered pieces. The Seyon device, which was said to be incredibly expensive due to its magical properties, met its end in such a senseless and destructive way. The sound of it breaking against the objects was jarring, and all I could do was sit there, stunned, watching this unsettling display of anger.

Each time Cane raised the Seyon device, the attached patches dangled in the air, swaying as he swung it down, but nothing was amusing about the scene. His movements became more violent, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way his arm muscles tensed with each swing, his thighs bulging as he crouched. It was terrifying.

When the device was finally crushed—its glass screen shattered and one side dented—Cane tossed it aside carelessly, wiping the sweat from his brow with an air of frustration.

“That damn Noel… always too soft,” he muttered, his voice filled with disdain. The shift in his mood was unnerving, and I stayed frozen, afraid of what might come next.

Cane exhaled, his heavy breathing gradually calming as if he’d just finished an intense workout.

I was frozen, unable to speak or react.

***

Without bothering to clean up the mess he’d made, Cane dressed quickly and left the room without a word. The light from the hallway briefly spilled into the room before being cut off as the door shut behind him. With the lamp smashed to pieces, the room was plunged into complete darkness.

I sat there for a long time, unmoving, consumed by the silence and the shadows that surrounded me.

My heart was still racing, and it took several deep breaths to even begin calming down.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually, my eyes adjusted to the impenetrable darkness, and the chaos in my mind began to settle. Slowly, I stood and walked to the bathroom, flipping the switch. Click. The bright fluorescent light-filled part of the room, cutting through the shadows.

The state of the room was as disastrous as I felt inside. Stereo parts were scattered across the floor, along with the broken remains of the Seyon device and the smashed lamp. It was a wreck, a reflection of the turmoil I had just endured.

I didn’t want to sit in this room any longer, surrounded by the violent energy that lingered. Grabbing my clothes, I headed into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. The chain made a soft clinking sound as it latched against the metal, and for a long moment, I stared at it, glistening in the light. Tears welled up, and before I could stop them, they spilled down my cheeks.

I wiped them away roughly, forcing myself to keep it together, and began running a bath. My body wouldn’t stop shaking, and I longed to submerge myself in the warmth of the water, hoping it might soothe me. Noel would probably come soon—bring lunch and clean up the mess. As foolish as it felt, the thought of seeing him brought me a strange sense of comfort. I wondered what expression he’d make when he saw the wreckage Cane had left behind.

The water was slightly too hot, but I didn’t care. I slipped into the tub, curling up tightly with my arms wrapped around my legs. The warmth began to seep into my bones, but it did little to chase away the coldness inside. I felt alone, scared, and vulnerable.