Nathan's cheek scrapes against the rough pavement, his breath shallow as he struggles to move, pinned face down by an unseen force. His limbs are twitching helplessly, a faint groan escaping his throat. The alley is dimly lit, shadows creeping around them like predators, feeding on his fear.
Ren stands a few paces behind Nathan, fully dressed in his long dark coat and the mask of Incubi firmly in place. The smiling mask reflects none of the excitement Ren feels beneath it. The scene is dark and ominous.
With a subtle gesture, Ren releases the telekinetic hold. Nathan gasps, his body trembling as he manages to roll over, his wide eyes locking on the figure looming above him. His chest heaves with rapid breaths, fear seeping into his bones. The sight of the man—a tall, masked figure cloaked in shadow—leaves him paralyzed.
For a moment, neither of them move. Nathan's gaze flicks from side to side, scanning the alley for any possible escape. But there is none.
Then amidst the darkness, Ren takes a slow step forward, the soles of his boots tapping lightly on the concrete. His voice cuts through the silence, light, and mocking, a sharp contrast to the dark figure he embodies.
Ren (cheerful): "Oh ho, hey there, Mr... Nathan. Lovely to meet you."
Nathan flinches, his hands scrambling to push himself back against the alley wall. His throat feels tight as if fear itself is strangling him, but he forces the words out.
Nathan (trembling): "W-Who are you? What do you want from me?"
Ren tilts his head slightly, as though genuinely considering the question.
Ren (playfully): "Oh, ho ho, my bad! Let me properly introduce myself."
Nathan's instincts kick in as Ren pauses. He pushes off the ground, scrambling to his feet in a desperate attempt to escape. His legs propel him toward the alley's entrance, each stride fueled by terror.
But Ren doesn't chase. He raises his hand, flicking his fingers with casual ease. In an instant, Nathan is lifted into the air, his feet dangling helplessly above the ground. The momentum of his escape is snatched away, leaving him to hover in front of his captor like a trapped animal.
Ren (amused): "Oh my, trying to run away while someone's talking? How rude."
Nathan gasps for air, his breath ragged, as he floats mid-air. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated with terror, and his heart slams against his ribcage as he dangles before Ren.
Ren's mask hides the grin forming underneath, but the playful tone remains in his voice.
Ren (smiling behind the mask): "Now, where was I? Ah, yes. I'm known as Incubi, your worst nightmare or your best friend... depending on how our little conversation goes."
Ren bows theatrically, placing one hand over his stomach and the other out to the side. The movement is slow and exaggerated, as though this is some kind of twisted performance.
Ren (cheerfully): "It's lovely to finally meet you,
Mr. Na th an."
Nathan's thoughts spin wildly—Who is this man? How is he doing this? The questions swirl in his mind, but all that escapes his lips is a frantic plea.
Nathan (frantic): "What... what do you want from me? Please, I don't even know you!"
Ren chuckles, a low, sinister sound, and takes a step closer, holding Nathan in the air with his telekinetic grip.
Ren (mockingly): "Oh, but I know you, Mr. Nathan. I've been watching you... keeping an eye on you. You've been getting a little too close to something of mine."
Ren's voice softens slightly, but the playful mockery never leaves it. He leans in, narrowing the distance between them, his gaze piercing despite the mask.
Ren (casual): "Eva. You've been spending time with one of my... toys. You see, Mr Nathan, I'm a selfish man, and I don't like sharing what's mine."
Nathan's mind reels, confusion clouding his terror as he struggles to piece together what Ren is talking about. His voice cracks when he finally speaks.
Nathan (panicked): "What? Eva? No! I swear, I have nothing to do with her—I just work with her!"
Ren waves his hand dismissively as if brushing away an uninteresting remark.
Ren (mock surprise): "Hoho, are you telling me I'm wrong? That my information is... inaccurate?"
Nathan shakes his head frantically, his breath hitching as he tries to find the words to explain.
Nathan (pleading): "Yes! Yes! I started working with her just two days ago! I barely even know her. Please, you've got the wrong idea!"
Ren leans closer, their faces mere inches apart, his tone shifting to something darker, though the cheer remains.
Ren (darkly, but cheerful): "But I am the informant, Mr. Nathan. I don't get things wrong."
Nathan's heart hammers in his chest as Ren's words sink in. His mind is racing, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Nathan's voice begins trembling: "Please, please, let me go. I'll stay far away from her. I swear I won't talk to her again!"
Ren cocks his head to the side as if pondering the plea. His tone remains light, almost sing-song, as he delivers his response.
Ren (cheerful): "Oh my, you are a good person, Mr Nathan. You know what, I'll just let you go.
Nathan's eyes brighten, seeing a hope. "Yes, please. Thank you very much."
Then, Ren says, "But... but before that. We should begin with the punishment. After all, I wouldn't want that to happen again."
Nathan's body seizes with fear when he hears it. His throat tightens, and tears spring to his eyes as he breaks down completely.
Nathan (sobbing): "No... please, I'm begging you... don't... I'll never get close to her."
Ren sighs dramatically, his hand lifting to his chest as if the sight of Nathan's tears genuinely saddens him.
Ren (mockingly): "My my, please don't cry, Mr. Nathan. You're a young man, aren't you? No need to fear me. This will be quick, just a small session, and then you can be on your way."
Ren circles around Nathan slowly, his steps deliberate, his presence looming over the trembling man. With a snap of Ren's finger, Nathan's pants are pulled down by an invisible force, leaving him exposed.
Ren (mockingly): "Now, why don't you show me what you've got? Let's see what she might've been attracted to."
Nathan's sobs grow louder, his voice breaking with desperation.
Nathan (desperate): "Please, no! I swear, I don't have anything to do with her! Please, let me go!"
Ren stares at Nathan's exposed lower half, a cold amusement building within him.
Ren (cheerful): "Hmm, this is it? I don't see anything special... looks like normal."
Ren's chuckle reverberates in the quiet alley as he taps his chin, pretending to contemplate the situation.
Ren (with an ominous smile): "What do you say, Mr Nathan? Shall I get rid of the source of the problem for you?
Nathan's heart stops for a moment, senses heightening.
He shouts, "Nooo, please, nooo. Please, I'll do anything."
Ren chuckles, stepping behind Nathan. As he is talking, his hand unconsciously moves to Nathan's ass.
For a moment, Ren gets shuts up. His hand tightens, slowly massaging Nathan's ass.
Then, Ren's middle finger moves to Nathan's hole as a lustful wave washes over him. He tries to press the finger in...
A word escapes Ren's lips, "Anything... You say."
Nathan resists, tightening his ass, his cheeks turning a bit red.
Then suddenly, Ren retracts his hand. Ren comes back to his senses. Ohh hell noo, not this, not with a man. Only with a woman. I'll have Eva soon.
Ren steps in front of Nathan (chuckles lightly): "Hahaha, just joking, Mr Nathan. As a fellow man, I understand the importance of this little... thing. How about I lighten up your punishment? You give me everything you've got, and I'll let you go."
Nathan frantically pulls his pants back up, his fingers trembling as he fumbles with the waistband. His wallet is out within seconds, thrust toward Ren in desperation.
Nathan (pleading): "Here, take this. It's everything I have... please, I can get more if you want."
Ren waves his hand dismissively, his voice dripping with condescension.
Ren (teasing): "Oh, Mr. Nathan, I'm not some petty thief. But I'll take this as your offering."
With a flick of his wrist, Ren snatches the wallet, still keeping Nathan suspended in the air.
Ren pulls Nathan closer, bringing him face to face, their eyes meeting through the mask.
Ren (darkly): "Now, remember this, Mr. Nathan. If you tell anyone about our little conversation, anyone. Understand this, I'll know and I'll find you. And when I do, that will be your last day on earth. Understand?"
Nathan nods furiously, tears streaking down his cheeks as he stammers a response.
Nathan (shaking): "Yes! I swear, I won't tell anyone. Please, just let me go."
Ren releases the telekinetic hold, and Nathan drops to the ground, stumbling backward as he gasps for air. But before he jolts out, Ren steps forward, giving Nathan a firm slap on the ass.
A jolt of excitement courses through Ren, an unfamiliar sensation of lustful power seeping into him as his heartbeat quickens. The control, the dominance—it ignites something dark within him.
Nathan is gone now and Ren is alone in the alley.
Ren removes his mask, his heart pounding in his chest, the cool night air rushing against his flushed face. His breathing is heavy, adrenaline coursing through his veins. His thoughts race and a wide grin spreads across his face; cheeks tinged with a soft shade of red. He can't help but think how perfect it was—his control, his words, the way he twisted Nathan's fear around his finger. The balance between playfulness and terror—just as he had imagined.
Ren (thinking): It's perfect. Cheerful, but still… terrifying.
A shiver runs down his spine as the thrill of his performance sinks in. He feels something stirring deep inside him, a darkness he had only brushed up against before. His expression twists, excitement overtaking his features. He chuckles under his breath, his voice breathy and filled with unfiltered satisfaction.
His hands tremble slightly, his entire body humming with energy.
Ren moans softly, "Aahhhh, sooo good…"
The words slip out in a low whisper, almost involuntary, but filled with raw delight. He can feel the power lingering, the control he held over Nathan… intoxicating.
Ren moans again, deeper, "Yesss… that felt sooo gooood…"
His thoughts drift, a familiar name swirling in the dark corners of his mind. His breath hitches, his pulse quickening as her name falls from his lips, a mix of lust and possessiveness tainting the word.
Ren (darkly, almost reverently): "Eva…"
The name lingers in the air like a promise, his desires sharpening, as his dark emotions rise to the surface—he needs more. He craves it. The rush of power, the fear, the complete control. It's not just about Nathan. It's about her. It's always been about her.
His lips curl into a smile, eyes gleaming with dangerous excitement.
Ohhh, EVA, I'm coming.