Lena trembled, her breath catching in her throat as she fumbled with the tattered edges of her dress. Each button, each hesitant tug, was a small act of defiance, a desperate attempt to cling to the remnants of her dignity. But his gaze, cold and calculating, stripped her bare long before the fabric fell to the floor. It wasn't lust that burned in his eyes, but something far more sinister. He saw not a woman, but a canvas – a blank slate upon which he could paint his masterpiece of pain. Every curve, every hollow, was a potential target, a point of vulnerability to be exploited.
He moved with the swiftness of a predator, his hand clamping down on her arm, the grip bruising even through the thin fabric. "Don't even think about resisting," he murmured, his voice a low growl that resonated deep within her bones, sending shivers of fear and a strange, unwelcome flicker of anticipation down her spine. His words were not a suggestion, but a command, an absolute decree that brooked no argument.The encounter was a symphony of suffering, each note carefully orchestrated to maximize her pain. A sharp slap echoed through the room, the sound reverberating against the bare walls. Lena gasped, her head snapping to the side. He followed the blow with a cruel twist of her nipple, his fingers pinching and pulling until she whimpered, a sound that seemed to ignite a dark pleasure within him. Her eyes widened, reflecting a mixture of terror and a nascent hint of masochistic pleasure, a flicker that he recognized and savored.His pleasure was palpable, a dark aura that radiated from him, filling the small room with a suffocating intensity. He reveled in her distress, each tear that streamed down her face, each gasping breath, a testament to his power. This was control, absolute and unyielding. He was the conductor, and she was the instrument, playing a melody of agony beneath his cruel baton.Degradation was a key element in his performance. He forced her into submissive postures, each one designed to expose her vulnerability, to amplify her shame. He whispered vile obscenities in her ear, each word a lash that stripped away another layer of her self-worth. He watched her crumble, her resistance weakening with each blow, each insult. Her cries, initially filled with defiance, transformed into pleas, desperate for mercy that would never come. A strange mix of terror and a perverse acceptance flickered in her eyes, a surrender to the inevitable.The climax of his sadism was brutal, a final act of domination that left her gasping for breath, her body trembling uncontrollably. He cared little for her pleasure, his only concern his own twisted satisfaction. His release was violent, a final punctuation mark to his masterpiece of pain.He withdrew, leaving her broken and humiliated, her body a canvas of bruises and welts. His gaze swept over her, assessing the damage, a clinical detachment in his eyes. He saw not a person, but a thing, a tool used and discarded.Ding!A translucent blue screen flickered into existence, disrupting the silence.+1000 XP! (+500 Virgin Bonus!) (+500 Self-Virgin Bonus!)A smirk played on his lips. Even this pathetic creature granted him rewards.Ding!Level Up!He felt a surge of power, a thrill that coursed through his veins. He was now Level 2.The screen shifted, displaying his updated status.XP Bar: 0/200 XPHe noted the increasing experience requirement for each level. He would need to find more… subjects.The system, recognizing the overflow of experience points, efficiently processed the gains.Ding!Level Up x5!Current Level: 6XP Bar: 0/600The XP bar reset, reflecting his rapid progression. Six levels in a single encounter. He was growing stronger, more powerful. And Lena, broken and weeping on the floor, was just the beginning.