He moved his mouth up from between my legs to my br*asts. As he caressed me with his hand, he took a n*pple between his lips and sucked hard, like a child drawing milk from its mother’s br*ast. His tongue and fingers moved restlessly, teasing and coaxing until my body was on fire. I shuddered, craving something more.

“S-stop… just hurry…!”

W*tness spread between my legs. I couldn’t endure it—couldn’t—

“Ahh—!”

A broken cry escaped me as I twisted my hips. The sensation that had begun below surged through me, rippling outwards until my entire body arched in a frenzy of gasps, moans, and writhing against the restraints. My bound hands strained uselessly against the ties.

“Ahhh…!”

Liquid streamed freely—down my thighs, across my lips, from beneath my eyelids. My tears soaked into the blindfold, damp and heavy.

“J-Jurgen…”

Exhausted, I melted into the sheets. His bed became increasingly disorderly as I collapsed onto it. The pillows rolled onto the floor and the once-straight sheets crumpled into disarray. Like the room, I, too, had been torn apart.

“From now on, try to love me.”

He pressed his lips to my cheek as though sealing a mark, then lowered them to my neck. A metallic click echoed—the sound of his belt coming undone.

“It will hurt less that way.”

As he thrust inside me, a slippery fluid poured out and trickled down my thighs. His p*nis filled me completely, pressing deep into my belly. He moved like a tyrant, ravaging me and forcing his rhythm upon me until my walls were scraped raw and milked with every thrust.

I thought he had reached the deepest part of me already, but then he pushed in harder and harder until pain exploded through my abdomen. I convulsed and cried out.

It hurt.

With every dull, pounding thrust, I moaned and wept. He continued endlessly, rolling me across the ruined bed until, at last, we both tumbled to the floor.

The blindfold slipped away.

His flushed, sweaty face loomed above me. His glazed eyes were filled with lust. Seeing this brought fresh tears to my eyes, and I glared back at him with murderous hatred.

His lean, muscular body glistened with sweat. Bald, sculpted and flawless — yet utterly repulsive. The most revolting thing of all was his p*nis, long enough to brush his thick thighs. Red and slick, it was still seeping pr*cum from what he had just done.

As he pulled me into his arms and panted roughly into my ear, I trembled and muttered.

“You’re worse than anything I ever feared.”

“Imagination?”

His p*nis, already smeared with a thick, milky fluid, swelled to an even larger size in an instant. Pressing it hard against me, he thrust repeatedly, whispering in an aroused voice:

“Ah… this excites me.”

Jürgen twisted his lips into a grotesque smile. There was no trace of the man I had known for the past three years. Overnight, he had become someone else. No — he had only been hiding it all this time. His true feelings. His hatred for me.

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I was completely exhausted and too drained to lift a finger.

But Jürgen showed no sign of fatigue. After eating his fill, he headed towards the bathroom to wash. Before closing the door, he turned back to look at me. His face twisted as though he were angry.

Slam!

The door shut.

My trembling hand drifted down between my legs. White, sticky s*men clung to my fingers. As I moved, more oozed out and slid down my thighs. Somehow, I managed to push myself upright and stagger to my feet. With each step, droplets of his s*men splattered onto the floor.

He had spent himself inside me countless times, treating me like a wh*re, binding and blindfolding me until he was satisfied.

I looked over my body. Rope burns marred my wrists. Bruises darkened my thighs, knees and arms. My skin stung where it had scraped against the bare floor with nothing to cushion it.

The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over. I could still hear the sound of his shower running in the bedroom. My own body screamed out for cleansing. I wanted nothing more than to scrub away every trace of him clinging to my skin.

I struggled to get up from the broken bed and made my way to the hallway. Surely there must be another bathroom in a house this size?

As soon as I stepped outside, however, I was hit by a wall of cold air that cut through me like a knife, causing my breath to mist. n*ked, I shivered violently. A long corridor lined with locked doors stretched out in front of me.

This mansion didn’t feel lived in. It held no warmth. Only emptiness.

Unable to find anywhere to take refuge, I sank down at the far end of the hall and curled up into a ball, squeezing my eyes shut. Cold. Miserable. Humiliated.

‘Why me? Why did I have to endure this?’

“Why are you here?”

After a while, he approached, the scent of soap clinging to him through his bathrobe.

“Get up, Svyeta.”

I buried my tear-streaked face between my knees.

“I want to wash.”

“Don’t.”

His hand pressed down hard on my shoulder, commanding, unyielding.

“Why wash away what I put there?”

His seed was still seeping out of me, and the vile sensation made me retch.

“It’s cold. Let’s go back inside.”

When he reached for me, I shoved him away with all my strength.

“You bastard…”

He only sneered.

“Have you forgotten already? You promised—you’d marry me, bear my child, and die by my hand.”

He lifted me as though I were luggage and carried me back to the bedroom. Despite what had happened that night, the room was warm thanks to the gas heating — much warmer than my own room could ever be.

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“Ugh…!!”

I woke up screaming. Only the ticking of the clock could be heard. Jurgen’s bedroom was shrouded in perfect stillness.

I struggled to sit up. The heavy blackout curtains blocked out all light, leaving the room in darkness until I found the light switch.

What had happened last night?

Jurgen and I had made love, and afterwards he’d forbidden me to wash, pushing me back into bed. I was too exhausted to argue with him any further. I must have fallen asleep like that.

I squinted at the clock on the wall. Eleven a.m.

The repair shop opened at 07:30. I was already hours late.

Groaning, I ran my hand through my hair and sighed so deeply that I felt as though the floor might swallow me up. My whole body ached from colliding with his unyielding wall. Despite having had so much sleep, I still had no strength left after what he’d forced me to endure for hours.

But I had to go in. I had to work. Even now.

I barely managed to stagger into the bathroom, only to realize my clothes were gone. I had folded them neatly on the shelf the night before—so where had they gone?

“What are you doing?”

Jurgen appeared suddenly, startling me so badly I cried out.

“…Where are my clothes?”

n*ked, I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze.

“Why?”

“Because I have to go to work.”

“At this hour, you still mean to go?”

“Better late than absent. Give them back.”

I stood there, feeling humiliated and exposed, while Jürgen looked immaculate in his tailored suit. He looked every inch the conservative intellectual. He lifted his left arm to check the time.

“It’s eleven-twenty.”

“And?”

“With last night’s snow, it’ll be at least one before you reach the shop. You still intend to go?”

“Yes.”

He ignored my answer.

“Shower and come out. Then call the shop and tell them you won’t make it in today.”

“What am I—your subordinate? Don’t order me around.”

“Svyeta, isn’t it the other way around? You shouldn’t speak to me like this. Not to a man who is willing to spend money, time, and influence to free your brothers from the camp. Don’t you think you’re being ungrateful?”

I fell silent, unable to answer. His voice hardened.

“Wash up. I’ll call on your behalf.”

I thought I might go mad. I had adopted his obsession with cleanliness, and I felt filthy all over. I wanted to scrub myself raw with a brush, but I couldn’t find one. With no other option, I scrubbed my skin with my hands until they ached.

When I had finished showering and stood before the mirror, I saw the angry red marks on the back of my neck. Bruises — dark, ugly lumps — stained not just my neck, but my whole body. I would have to wrap myself in scarves for days.