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How much time has passed…

Lying listlessly on the bed, I slowly pushed myself up. When I turned to check the clock on the wall, my vision was obstructed by a translucent barrier shimmering around the bed—a device Damian had installed to trap me.  

As I squinted to read the hazy hands of the clock, my right field of vision suddenly brightened. A system window flickered like an alarm.  

Item [Telescope] Activated!

Character [Damian] is nearby.

<Traits: Lord of the Magic Tower, Mass Murderer, Sociopath…  

– This target cannot be defeated by players.>

Tip: Avoiding confrontation may be your best option?

Just reading those words made my breath catch. I clutched my pounding chest, forcing air into my lungs. Memories of being tormented in this bed until dawn surged over me like a sudden tide.  

Thud. Thud. Not long after, heavy footsteps echoed beyond the door. Without warning, it swung open, casting a long shadow across the room.  

Damian stood there, his black hair slicked back with pomade, dressed in a monochromatic suit that sharpened his already piercing aura. His red lips parted, releasing a voice as cold and damp as a crypt.  

“Linda, I need you again today.”  

I gripped the blanket tightly.  

By now, I knew what those words meant. Soon, my body would be wracked with bone-shattering agony—all because of him.  

But today was different. Even at a distance, his left pupil burned a bright, unnatural yellow. Another ominous sign. Closing the gap in broad strides, he breached the translucent barrier—the same one that electrocuted me at the slightest touch—as if it were nothing.  

He loomed over me, his gaze unfocused yet predatory, like a starved beast eyeing its prey. When our eyes met, a chill raced down my spine.  

“Wait—let’s talk first—”  

Instinctively, I scrambled backward, but the headboard halted my escape. Struggling was pointless. Past experiences had taught me that once his eyes changed color, reason abandoned him. The curse corroding his mind took over.  

The only way to suppress it was through intimate contact—a fact Damian had discovered, twisting our once-friendly relationship into something darker. What began as a transactional use of my ability had morphed into something ravenous, tinged with raw desire.  

Now here he was, caging me beneath arms like iron bars. I shrank as his large hand seized my wrist, pinning it above my head. His lips trailed down the exposed dip of my collarbone.  

Chu. Chu. Wet, sloppy sounds followed as fresh bruises bloomed over half-healed marks. I bit my lower lip, the sting of his mouth on my skin nothing compared to the heat pooling low in my stomach.  

The real torment wasn’t the pain.  

It was the way my body reacted—how molten desire churned in my gut whenever his lips wandered. The guilt of that betrayal only deepened the shame.  

“…Ah!”  

A cry tore from me as Damian ripped the buttons off my nightgown, baring my chest. His dark head dipped lower, teeth scraping a peaked nipple before his tongue flicked over it.  

Hng…  

He alternated between sucking and biting, relentless. Meanwhile, his left hand slid up my thigh, fingers slipping beneath my underwear. Two fingers pried me open, ruthlessly stroking the swollen bud.  

I screamed.  

But the sound dissolved into the suffocating air as my mind frayed. Logic drowned under the dual assault of his mouth and hands.  

And when his gaze met mine—those glowing, inhuman eyes—I knew.  

There would be no escape tonight.

“Ngh… Don’t do that! Please, stop!”  

Damian ignored me as though my pleas were static. Instead, he pressed his slick palm—drenched in the fluid trailing down my thighs—against me and began grinding ruthlessly.  

My lower body burned, trembling violently as an unbearable urge surged. A white-hot flash flickered behind my eyelids as my legs and hips jerked uncontrollably.  

…Hh… Hng…

The sharp pleasure, no matter how many times I’d endured it, never felt familiar. It seared through my veins, leaving me powerless. My mind short-circuited, consumed by a haze of pain and twisted ecstasy.  

Damian knew my body had reached its limit. Yet he refused to relent, fingers shamelessly working faster. Slick sounds filled the air as my thighs twitched against the soaked sheets.  

“Please… Please, stop…!”  

Even pleasure could curdle into torment. Desperate, I clasped my hands and shoved at his arm. Futile. With a scoff, he forced my legs wider, pinning thm beneath his own.  

“You know this is for your sake,” he murmured, his voice honeyed and slow—a stark contrast to his frantic hands. “If I don’t prepare you, it’ll hurt worse when I push inside.”  

His left eye, glowing an eerie yellow, locked onto mine. Whether from the curse or his own depravity, its light had deepened.  

“Last time, you bled so much.”  

His fingers continued circling, stoking that unbearable heat. I gasped, unable to reply. My answers never mattered anyway—he’d already decided how this would end.  

“You looked like you were in agony. Do you want that again?”  

The hypocrisy choked me. He offered no choice, yet framed this violation as care. When I opened my mouth to retort, his finger plunged inside without warning. A broken cry tore from me, and his yellow eyes flared with dark satisfaction.  

Only then did I realize my face was wet. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the sweat and shame.  

This is just the beginning… 

The thought terrified me. How many hours of this excruciating “pleasure” would I endure?  

Suddenly, his movements paused. For a deluded moment, I thought my tears had softened him. His face rose to meet mine, his left hand—still glistening—lifting to brush my cheek.  

But instead of wiping my tears, he smeared his damp fingers across my skin.  

“Don’t cry, Linda,” he cooed, his red lips curving. “We’re almost done. You’re wet enough now—it won’t hurt.”  

How could I forget? This wasn’t humanity. It was predation.  

Revulsion coiled in my stomach. My vision blurred as primal instinct took over. I thrashed, clawing at the sheets to crawl away.  

“Where do you think you’re going?”  

A rough grip yanked me backward. His forearm locked around my waist, effortlessly crushing my resistance.  

“You used to be so sweet. Why do you insist on provoking me?”  

He bit my earlobe hard enough to sting, his free hand groping my breast. Below, his hardened length pressed insistently against me.  

I writhed like a speared fish until my eyes caught the foggy reflection in the wall mirror.  

That’s me.  

Even through the haze of the magical barrier, the image was grotesque: my tear-streaked face, his emotionless yellow eyes staring back. A monster, unmoved by my suffering.  

Helplessness washed over me. My struggles died.  

Pointless… All of it.  

His grip tightened, and I went limp. The mirror’s truth stared back—a puppet with cut strings, trapped in the gaze of a creature who’d never let me go.

I turned my face away, burying it in the sheets as I shut my eyes tight—anything to escape this reality.  

Whether my defiance angered him, I couldn’t tell.  

There had been a pattern to his brutality. After stretching me with his fingers, he’d ease himself in, careful not to draw blood again. But not this time.  

Without warning, his thick shaft ripped into me. He’d skipped all pretenses, hammering into my unprepared body from the start.  

“Ngh—…!”  

My inner walls screamed as he slammed against my cervix. Fire spread through my belly, burning as if my flesh were melting. His balls slapped brutally against me, each thrust jolting my breasts violently.  

“Nh—… Stop…!”  

The sobs spilling from my lips sounded foreign, drowned out by the wet, obscene rhythm of flesh. Fluids seeped from me, easing his relentless pistoning. Yet the faster he moved, the more the heat in my core spread—paralyzing my legs, clawing up my spine until it seared my skull.  

“…Ah, nngh…!”  

My vision blurred further as tears pooled. My arms gave out, legs buckling, but Damian’s iron grip locked around my waist, hauling me back against him.  

“I’ve always been kind to you,” his gravelly voice growled in my ear. “Tried to… accommodate… your fragile human limits.”  

His words barely registered. My mind floated somewhere underwater, detached from the body he ravaged.  

“You did this to me, Linda.”  

His hips snapped harder, as if punishing me for his own loss of control.  

“Now you’ll take responsibility… to the end.”

Tears spilled anew. Trapped in this room, my resolve had eroded long ago. His poison—this is your fault—seeped into the cracks.  

Was it?

Once, I’d been arrogant. I’d thought to use him—this monster—to escape the game. Blind to the truth: every step I’d taken was on a path he had laid.  

So… is all of this really my fault?

Guilt surged, but a flicker of defiance snuffed it. No. This wasn’t justice. If I’d never been trapped in this hellish game… If I’d never met Damian in that prison five years ago…  

None of this would’ve happened.  

Yet here I was: broken, sobbing, impaled on the weapon I’d foolishly believed I could wield.  

His teeth sank into my shoulder—a claim, a brand. The mirror across the room reflected it all: his glowing yellow eyes, my tear-streaked face, the obscene union of predator and prey.  

Pointless.

I went limp, a doll in his arms.  

There would be no escape.  

Not tonight.  

Not ever.