I was changing, slowly.

The first thing I noticed was that my facial expressions were fading. My emotions had dulled to the point where I couldn’t smile easily, and now even tears wouldn’t come. The days blurred together in a monotony that felt like the calm before the storm – or perhaps the lifeless stillness of winter, where nothing stirred.

Theo and Cane seemed to notice these changes, but neither said a word or took any action. Only Noel, with his quiet concern, would occasionally watch me in silence. I found his concern disgusting.

The second thing I realized was that my heart no longer raced when I saw Theo. The burning love I had once felt for him was completely frozen. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring back those feelings from the past. It was hard to even remember what that love had felt like.

I had never understood how love could change. Now it seemed inevitable.

Now I understood. Theo had poured ice-cold water on the feelings I once thought would never change. The days that had once been filled with excitement and warmth were now burning away, leaving nothing but fading memories. My once fiery heart had grown cold.

His cruelty, his ruthlessness, his selfishness – each of these qualities had worn me down over time. He had even told me he didn’t need my love.

I waited. Waiting for something – anything – to end those dry, crumbling days. 

Caught in an endless cycle of craving Theo’s body and begging for Cane’s attention, I was spiraling towards the inevitable end. What baffled me was how someone as clever as Theo couldn’t see me disintegrating before his eyes.

Like me, Theo was surely broken in some way. His once bright eyes had lost their sparkle, and his sharp mind had dulled, clinging foolishly to me as if I were the only thing left. Neither of us could see that we were racing towards our own destruction.

On the surface, I appeared calm – detached and deeply withdrawn – but inside I was rotting, festering with emotions I could barely comprehend. I felt like I was waiting for the inevitable day when I would be laid out on the operating table, dissected by the very forces that had consumed me.

Even I didn’t know when that day would come. I wasn’t even fully aware that I was waiting for it. But I was always thirsty for pleasure, always terrified of being apart from Theo as if separation itself would be the final blow.

I had already become his perfect s*x slave, a doll that existed only to look pretty in the mansion. Everyone who saw me would say, “What a docile slave she is”. I didn’t realize how much I wanted to die.

It was ironic. All the times I had said to my beloved patients, “You must live, not die”, never did I think that these words would one day apply to me. Life had a cruel sense of humor, twisting the very advice I had given others into something I now needed to hear.

***

A beautiful, flowing ivory dress. But no underwear.

It had been about a month since I had been back on the first floor. After suffering from a bad cold, I was finally allowed to wear clothes again. But with Theo and Cane taking every opportunity to play with my body, no underwear was allowed.

“It’s uncomfortable to touch you otherwise.”

I had to listen to Cane whine when I put my knickers on and I was bullied more than usual that day. I don’t remember wearing any underwear after that.

The office was filled with the sound of clicking pens. I was sitting between Theo’s spread legs, his p*nis out, holding it, my tongue sticking out to lick it. He was so aroused that his prec*m was dripping out, but he worked silently without saying a word to stop. No one would notice what was going on between his legs.

The big table in his office was enough to cover my body. After a while, Theo would call me in between work sessions to tease me in this way.

I struggled to keep the p*nis in my mouth and kept pulling it out. My jaw hurt. I traced the hard, swollen shaft with my tongue and s*cked the relatively thick gl*ns with my lips.

“Huh…”

Theo, who hadn’t made a sound, finally let out a heavy sigh.

Slick slime oozed from the crack between his gl*ns. I licked it up, just as he had taught me. All the time I was s*cking on his c*ck, my own body was aroused and wet down there. What he wanted was clear and simple.

“Come.”

Theo looked down at me as he pulled his chair back. I crouched under the desk, panting.

The dresses I always wore were low-cut, so my cleavage was visible from above. And as I didn’t wear any underwear, my swollen n*pples were on obscene display for him to see. Theo’s eyes deepened.

I did as he said and crawled out from under the desk. Theo pushed aside the computer and papers on the desk. I climbed onto the desk and sat down, spreading my legs as I had become accustomed to doing. The hard, cold surface of the desk brushed against my bottom.

The long, flowing hem of my dress fell to the side, revealing my wet p*ssy between my legs.

“Master, here, put your c*ck inside me…”

Theo impatiently slid two fingers into my hole before I could finish my sentence. My flesh split open, juices soaked his fingers and he was off the chair in no time, staring at me with hot eyes, ogling the hole that was eating his fingers.

Theo’s trousers were undone and the damp, wet c*ck that had escaped between them stood er*ect and nodding. Just the sight of it sent a feverish heat through my head. I rocked my hips in time to the fingers probing my hole. The sound of gurgling water filled the office.

“That’s not good enough for you, is it, Yuel?”

“Mmm, yes, ha…!”

His hand tripled in size. As the hole grew, so did the pleasure. Tsk, tsk, the fingers stabbed into my hole. I moaned as I shook my head. My spread legs trembled.

I’d honored Theo with every f*ck. It was Cane’s influence. It was my routine to cling to him and wiggle my arse, saying master, master. It was, in Cane’s lewd words, ‘what I do best’.

“What can I give you, Yuel?”

My v*ginal walls tightened at the sound of his voice, soft, gentle. I knew Theo was going to give me what I wanted.

“Hmmm, c*ck, give me your c*ck, master.

As if I’d done well, Theo’s fingers slipped out and he immediately pulled my hips up to meet the tip of his c*ck.

“Aahhhh!”

I wrapped my legs around his waist as I m*sturbated. The feel of his luxurious shirt brushed against my legs. Poof, the hard c*ck slid deep into my hole. Theo’s head tilted back slightly. A low, satisfied moan came from him, his throat rumbling.

I was out of breath and couldn’t moan. My v*ginal walls jerked randomly after my shallow climax.

He tightened his grip on my hips and began pounding me. Puck, puck, puck, each deep thrust made the desk rattle and my juices dripped onto it.

“Ahhh! Aahhh-!”

The moans I’ve been holding back break out sporadically. My brain is spinning from the incoming c*ck.

“Ahhh, aahhh, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

I cried and clung to his shoulder. Theo nibbled on my ear and neck and asked me if I got more excited every time I cried. The big hand that was holding my hip suddenly came up grabbed my hair and kissed me deeply.

His tongue slid in, tangling with mine, s*cking, nibbling as if he wanted to rip it out by the roots. I moaned, giving everything into his mouth. My v*gina pumped harder. My legs, clinging to his waist, shook together.

“Hahhh…! Mmmmm!”

I threw my head back as my org*sm roared through me like a storm. My lips parted. Theo followed me relentlessly, kissing my jaw and sucking deep, carving kiss marks into my skin.

After a few thrusts into my v*ginal walls, still clenched from his climax, he ej*culated, his arse muscles tightening.

“Hmmm, uhh…ha…”

His harsh moans ring in my ears and I feel another dizzying wave of pleasure as he drives himself so deep into me with each ej*culation, spewing at the entrance to my womb. It’s only when the afterglow of his climax has long since passed that my legs, which are wrapped around his waist, fall limply away.

Theo wasn’t satisfied yet, so he hooked one of my legs over his arm, spread it and stabbed a few more times into my hole filled with sperm and fluid. I reflexively let out a moan.

Then, without warning, his p*nis slipped out. I looked up at him and grimaced in disappointment.

“On your stomach.”

His voice is low, still dripping with lust and desire. I do as he says and roll over onto my back, my head resting on the desk. I can feel my cum dripping from my gaping hole. I’m sure Theo is even more aroused by the sight.

As if on cue, he opened my hole and thrust his p*nis in from behind. It was an urgent gesture.

“Ha-!”

His back arched. Theo’s hand pressed firmly down my spine and he began to thrust in and out again.

“Hah, it’s getting harder and harder to hold on.”

He says something I don’t understand. I don’t know if he’s talking about ej*culation. Maybe he’s talking about the amount of s*x we’ve had.

The number of times I’ve been called in to beat him like an animal at work has increased in the last few days. A few days ago we had s*x so hard on the sofa in his office that he had to replace the whole sofa.

“Hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph!”

Thud, thud, with each sting of the hole, another burst of pleasure. Tears flow from the pleasure.

I’ve never cried during s*x before. The sensations are overwhelming.

My body Cane had developed always pushing my mind to the limit until I cried out.

“Oh, master, ahhhh, hmmm!”

“Call out my name.”

Theo said. I paused for a moment. No, it was annoying. I was more used to the word Master and my body reacted obscenely when I called it. It was all Cane and Theo’s creation.

“Hmm, Theo, ha, more, more, more, harder, harder, harder, harder, harder, harder!”

But as long as his p*nis was in my hole, I was inclined to obey his commands almost obediently – what else could I do?

Theo’s movements became rougher and rougher, slamming into me harder and harder until my body continued to thrust forward.

The flesh of my arse spread wide as his thumb dug into my an*s, wiggling in and out. My cl*t soared.

“Ha-ha-ha!”

I shake my head as my climax explodes. I might go mad. No, I’m already mad. Saliva runs down the side of my mouth. The book on my desk slams into my hand, sending it crashing to the floor. But neither I nor Theo care.

Theo’s p*nis throbbed wildly as he cl*maxed. It was all he could concentrate on.

“Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Haah!”

Theo’s moans broke off with each thrust and sounded high-pitched. It felt like the walls of my v*gina were glued to my p*nis. That’s why I feel dizzy when he slides in and out like that.

Theo squeezes my butt and thrusts his c*ck deep into me, ej*culating magnificently. His body shakes.

I’m completely knocked out. My v*ginal walls were still clenching as the penetration ended and Theo’s body jerked in response to the sensation.

He lay dead on the desk, panting until his breathing evened out.

After a moment Theo pulled his d*ck out. Jurrrrrrrrrrr. A thin stream of cum and fluid ran down his thigh. Theo wiped it up with a handkerchief on the table and handed it to me. I slowly slid down the table and smoothed the hem of my skirt.

The obscenely gaping hole that held the man’s was hidden by my skirt. The desk is a mess. A book has fallen to the other side and the desk is soaked.

“Wash up before you go.”

Theo said quietly as he took off his trousers completely and his shirt as well. I nodded and continued into the office. Behind the partition was Theo’s bedroom. The first time we had s*x in his office I had caught a glimpse of his room.

The room, like its owner, was immaculately tidy, almost too perfect. The office had a lived-in feel, with papers, books, and a large sofa that gave it a sense of warmth. But the bedroom was minimalist – just a big black bed, a table, a lamp, and a huge painting of Brian’s that covered one wall.

I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the hot water flowed over my body, Theo walked in. I glanced at him briefly before turning my attention back to the dishes.

Theo leaned in close and pulled me against him, kissing my ear gently, his excitement growing again. I leaned into the stream of water and Theo’s touch. My mind was fuzzy and I was exhausted. After s*x, all I wanted to do was sleep.

“Yuel, are you going to walk in the garden again today?”

“Yes.”

I replied calmly, squeezing out some body wash and lathering up as the subtle scent of roses filled the bathroom. I didn’t like the smell of roses.

Theo became aroused again and ended up penetrating me, so it was over an hour before we finally left the bathroom. Exhausted, I crawled into his bed, ready to sleep. After such a long session, sleep came easily.

Theo, meanwhile, seemed to be getting ready to work again. I could hear him coming from behind the partition, dressed in a black robe and holding a glass of strong whisky. One wall of his office was lined with expensive bottles of alcohol. It wasn’t set up like a formal bar, but there was a freezer so he could pour himself a drink whenever he wanted.

Lately he had been drinking more often. Not enough to get drunk, but whenever we kissed I could taste the faint smell of alcohol on his breath. I didn’t know the reason for his increased drinking and, to be honest, I didn’t care enough to find out.

There have been times when I too have felt unbearably nauseous or had a splitting headache. At such times, I’d grab a bottle from the cabinet – be it amber whisky or a shot of neat vodka – and a quick swig, followed by a deep sleep, would usually calm my troubled mind, at least temporarily. Theo knew about my occasional drinking but never said much.

Lately, the three men around me had relaxed completely. I was free to come and go from the garden as I pleased. When I wasn’t having s*x with them, I either stayed in my room or spent most of my time in the garden. I didn’t do much – just stared at the sunlight filtering through the trees or let the breeze wash over me.

The reason for Theo’s relaxed attitude was clear: I had given up trying to escape.

Since Mio was exposed, any method was useless to me now. Mio would not be safe unless I took her with me and crossed over to Arkel.

There was no other answer than to go on living this meaningless life.

I slept soundly, without even dreaming, in a bedroom filled with Theo’s scent.

Even though I wasn’t wearing a chain, it felt like his scent was hanging around my neck like a chain. It clung to me, stubbornly.