The faint sound of creaking stirred Jaeha from a hazy sleep, his eyelids fluttering open as he tried to gather his senses. A dull ache throbbed in his head, making it hard to focus. As he attempted to shift, he realized something was holding his wrists in place. His brow furrowed, discomfort settling in as he tugged against the restraints.
Slowly, awareness crept over him, sharpening his senses, and he realized his hands were bound to the bedposts. A quick, panicked glance confirmed his legs were also tied, leaving him completely immobilized—and naked. His breathing quickened, confusion mixing with a touch of dread.
"What the hell… where—" he muttered, his voice rough as he looked around. It was his room, but there was something disconcertingly foreign about it, like a distorted version of his own space. Just as he struggled to comprehend his predicament, a sudden vibration at his lower body jolted him, freezing him in shock as he grasped the full extent of the nightmare unfolding around him. There was whole ass dildo up his ass.
Jaeha tugged desperately at the restraints, heart pounding with a fear he'd never felt before. He had no memory of how he ended up like this—helpless, exposed, and overwhelmed by sensations entirely out of his control. The vibrations surged, sending waves through his body that made his toes curl and his head fall back, a helpless moan escaping his lips despite himself.
"Ah… oh…" His voice trembled as a foreign pleasure spread, taking over his senses. He shivered, his face burning with shame. This was uncharted territory—he'd always seen himself as strong, in control, not someone to be subdued or made vulnerable. Yet he couldn't deny the way his body responded, even as his mind resisted, the sensation sinking deeper, stirring something both exhilarating and humiliating. He fought the feeling, but a part of him, one he barely acknowledged, couldn't help but give in.
Jaeha's body reacted involuntarily, a sharp gasp escaping him as the sensation intensified, striking something deep within his hole, his prostrate that made his back arch and his legs tense, toes curling. His breath hitched, and a shudder rolled through him as he felt an unfamiliar pressure building low in his abdomen, igniting a fire that left him teetering between exhilaration and shame.
"Nhh-ah… f-fuck…" he muttered, voice trembling as he tried to hold back, fingers gripping the ropes so tightly his knuckles turned white. He bit down on his lip, desperate to muffle any sound that might betray the pleasure rippling through him. But the sensations were relentless, pushing him closer to a breaking point he couldn't ignore, and he realized with a mix of dread and surrender that he was nearing the edge, helpless to stop it. With this he released his arousal, as white substances spurted out on his stomach.
Jaeha panted, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, but the relentless vibrations showed no mercy, pushing him past his limit. He clenched his fists, teetering on the edge, wanting it all to stop yet feeling powerless to control it. Then, just as his mind was beginning to blur, the vibrations ceased.
Blinking in confusion, he flinched, startled by the sudden silence—until a familiar voice cut through the air, laced with amusement. "Hmm, enjoying yourself, are you?"
Jaeha turned his head, and his eyes widened. Sab stood by the bedside, a towel loosely wrapped around her, fresh from a shower, with droplets of water trickling from her damp hair down to her collarbone. In her hand, he spotted a small pink device, which she turned over with a knowing smirk—the remote control for the vibrator. He could feel his face flush, a mix of shock, embarrassment, and helplessness overtaking him as he met her gaze.
"You—why are you doing this—" Jaeha stammered, but then flashes of memory crashed into him, each piece fitting into place with horrifying clarity. His eyes widened as he looked up at Sab, who was watching him with a smirk, an unsettling darkness in her gaze.
"Ah, seems like you remember now," she murmured, stepping closer, her shadow falling over him as he struggled against the ropes. His wrists burned as he yanked, panic setting in.
"Sab, stop it. Don't—" His plea was cut short when she grabbed his legs and tugged, making the ropes bite painfully into his skin. He hissed, twisting in resistance.
"Let me go, you… unhinged bitch!" he spat, glaring at her, but Sab only responded with a chilling smile, saying nothing as she tightened her grip.
She gripped the dildo pushing it further inside him. He screamed as he felt his bottom tearing apart. Jaeha's body trembled uncontrollably, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he fought against the ropes, desperation in his voice. Tears gathered in his eyes as he pleaded with Sab, his words choked by pain and confusion, but his protests seemed to fall on deaf ears. He clenched his teeth, trying to steady himself, but the unrelenting ache overwhelmed him, leaving him feeling utterly powerless in the face of her dark determination.
"What? I'm just doing what you like to do with others." He flinched, the weight of her statement cutting through him. He couldn't deny his own history—how he'd played with others' emotions, manipulated them without a second thought. Now, trapped and vulnerable, he realized the cruel irony of it all. A shiver ran down his spine as he met her gaze, a mix of guilt, fear, and reluctant understanding clouding his eyes.
As Jaeha's breath hitched, teetering on the edge, the sudden absence of sensation left him disoriented. He looked up at Sab, confusion etched across his face. "Why—?"
A cold smile curved her lips. "Well, we can't have you taking all the fun, can we?" She reached into box placed on side of bed, producing a knife that glinted in the dim light.
Jaeha's eyes widened in horror as realization struck him. His heart pounded, and he struggled against the ropes, the chilling sight of the blade leaving him speechless.
"S-Sab, I… I know you have a twisted side, but I'm not… I'm not into this kind of thing," Jaeha stammered, voice laced with desperation as he tried to reason with her. He remembered Do Hyun's warnings, the way he'd hinted at Sab's darker nature. Now, bound and helpless, he could see it in her cold, unblinking gaze.
She tilted her head, a chilling smile tugging at her lips as her eyes flashed, a strange gleam overtaking them. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly ran her tongue along the edge of the knife, her expression shifting from amusement to something far more unsettling. Then, with predatory grace, she moved to straddle him, her presence suffocating as she leaned closer, leaving Jaeha frozen beneath her.
"Why? I just want to see you in red." Sab's words seemed laced with innocence, yet her actions painted an entirely different picture. She blinked at him, her expression deceptively sweet as she tilted her head, pouting with what appeared to be playful innocence. For a brief moment, Jaeha almost believed it—almost. But the feeling quickly faded as he noticed the underlying tension in her movements, the way her eyes gleamed with something darker than mere playfulness.
She traced the edge of the knife to his chin going downwards to his jaw neck then to his chest slowly. Jaeha's heart raced, each beat louder than the last as he struggled to control his breath. His voice trembled with nervousness. "S-Sab, I don't think this is a good idea…" He tried to reason with her, but the words seemed to fall on deaf ears.
Sab only responded with a tilted head and a pouting expression, as if she were a child disappointed over a small misstep. "It's not like I'll kill you," she said softly, but her tone carried an unsettling edge. "I just think red suits you so much. I want to cherish you when you look so pretty."
Her words, soft and almost sweet, contrasted sharply with the menace in her eyes. She might've looked innocent, but her intentions were far from it. Her expression dropped, pretending sadness, but it only made the moment feel more chilling.
"I will dress up for you- ah." He groaned body flinching when he felt sab pressed the knife deeply cutting his skin. Metallic red substance flow out as Sab kept slicing his skin. Jaeha kept begging but she didn't stop.
When she was finally satisfied with her art she draw on his body, she licked the wounds on his body cleaning all the blood. He groaned feeling sting on his wounds. But deep down he liked her actions. He might be masochist pervert seeing his growing erection. She smirked as she got up before shoving his dick all the way inside her.
"Now, who's actually more twisted, Jaeha." She smirked staring at Jaeha's flushed face. Shit, I might be like her. He thought before thrusting upwards.