(Content Warning: This chapter contains intense emotional violence and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.)
The unyielding command echoed through my shattered nerves.
I slowly tilted my head up, looking at Ren through a thick veil of tears. My body was still trembling from the aftershocks of pure terror.
But as my eyes darted toward the deadbolted door...
The blinding fear of being thrown back into that pitch-black room crushed whatever scraps of shame I had left.
I swallowed down a heavy sob. Slowly, agonizingly, I crawled forward on my bruised knees like a broken dog obeying its master.
I knew exactly what Ren meant.
There were only a select few 'duties' I was kept around for.
Ren leaned back against the leather chair.
His legs spread wide with arrogant ease. His sharp eyes tracked my every movement.
He was watching me as if calculating my exact worth.
When I finally crawled into the space between his parted thighs...
My trembling hands reached up, grazing the waistband of his tailored slacks.
Zzzzt... The sharp sound of the zipper being pulled down was deafening in the dead silence. I drew in a shuddering breath.
The overwhelming presence of his dominance, intertwined with his cologne, assaulted my senses.
It was a scent that intoxicated me and instilled a paralyzing dread.
"You're too slow."
Without warning, Ren's hand clamped down on the back of my head, forcing me into a position of absolute submission.
"Satisfy me... Yurin."
"If you perform well, I might consider letting you out of this room."
That manipulative promise was the final straw for me. I squeezed my eyes shut, surrendering to the degrading act he demanded.
The overwhelming intimacy and searing heat made my stomach churn, urging me to pull away.
But I forced myself to endure it. I began to appease him, relying on survival instinct and the muscle memory he had ruthlessly trained into me.
Every single night, I had been forced to fulfill this exact duty.
I utilized every ounce of effort to satisfy the demon holding my sanity hostage.
"Mnn..."
A low groan vibrated deep within Ren's chest.
His hand tangled into my hair, gripping tightly to dictate the punishing rhythm he desired.
"Deeper... Yurin... More."
Suddenly, he pushed me past my limits, moving with a harshness that forced tears to stream from my eyes.
I choked, my face flushing an oxygen-starved crimson, but I didn't dare pull away.
"Ghk! Nngh..."
"Good... Exactly like that."
Ren stared down at the degrading spectacle before him, a dark satisfaction radiating from his core.
The image of the formerly untouchable prodigy...
Now reduced to kneeling on the floor, servicing him like a cheap slave. The intoxicating rush of supremacy surged through his veins until he could no longer endure it.
"Get up."
He barked the command, hauling me upward by the collar of my shirt.
"Get up onto the table."
I complied with dead-eyed obedience.
I climbed up, seating myself on the edge of the polished teakwood table. My movements swept classified documents off the edge, sending them scattering across the floor like trash.
Because right now, my survival was more critical than any piece of paper.
Ren stood up from his chair. He wedged his frame between my dangling legs.
He wasted absolutely no time.
He ruthlessly discarded the final barriers between us, then claimed me with one merciless, devastating force.
"Ahhhhh!"
My scream tore through the confines of the room
I dug my fingers into the fabric covering his broad shoulders. The tearing agony shot up my spine, causing my vision to go white out.
There was no preparation. There was no mercy. Just as there never was. There was only a feral lust battering against my fragile body.
The relentless impact echoed obscenely across the soundproofed walls. The legs of the solid teak table shuddered under the force of his punishing assault.
Ren leaned over mine, caging me.
He crashed his lips onto mine, swallowing my screams. Our wet tongues tangled in a desperate war.
The kiss was devoid of love; it was overflowing with wrath and possessive hunger.
"Look at me! Yurin!" He roared against my bruised lips.
Noticing I had squeezed my eyes shut to disassociate from reality.
"Look at me right now!"
I forced my tear-soaked eye apart. Meeting his pitch-black eyes, consumed by the hellfire of lust.
"Who do you belong to?" He demanded, punctuating the question with a bone-jarring impact.
"Ah! ... T... To Ren... I belong to Ren..."
"Who owns your life?"
"R... Ren... Only Ren... Nngh!"
My broken submission brought a triumphant smile to his face.
He accelerated, pushing me further into the abyss with unmatched ferocity.
The brutal rhythm sent my body jerking across the polished surface with every relentless strike.
The agony slowly began to mutate into a shameful current of pleasure. In that freezing conference room... Our entangled bodies radiated a suffocating heat.
"I am never letting you go anywhere, Yurin." Ren sank his teeth into the column of my neck.
He carved a mark over the fading bruises, refusing to let the brand of his ownership heal.
"You will spend the rest of your pathetic life... repaying your debt to me."
"Ah! Ren... I can't... I'm going to... Nngh!"
My body seized violently.
Waves of humiliating pleasure crashed over me as I came undone, collapsing helplessly across the polished wood and scattered papers.
Ren released a feral roar.
He claimed me one final, devastating time, completely overwhelming my senses before finding his own searing release.
He collapsed over me, his ragged breaths mingling with mine in the silence.
Our heavy, ragged pants synchronized perfectly in the dead air.
Hot tears leaked from my vacant eyes. My clothing was torn and disheveled. My body radiated a dull ache, and my dignity had been annihilated.
Ren slowly peeled his body away from mine.
He began to adjust his clothing. He zipped his slacks up with practiced ease, acting as if the atrocity had never happened.
He slipped his suit jacket back onto his shoulders before turning his gaze back to where I lay motionless.
"Get dressed."
He callously tossed a wad of tissues directly at my chest.
"There is a board meeting in fifteen minutes. Clean up this mess."
"And do not let a single soul know what transpired in this room."
He walked over to the door, casually disengaged the deadbolt...
And walked out, abandoning me to the suffocating stench of my degradation and the remnants of his sins.
Slowly, I forced my ruined body to sit up.
My trembling hands clutched the tissues, attempting to wipe away the evidence of my desecration.
My mind was a complete, hollow void...
The paralyzing terror of the enclosed space had vanished. But it had been replaced by an infinitely darker agony.
I finally understood the truth...
The most terrifying cage wasn't this windowless, square room.
It was him, and I was trapped inside of it, forever.