The top floor of the Obsidian Palace was like a shrine adorned with thousands of white lilies and exotic flowers, a stark contrast to the gray of the nuclear winter. The pool water was set exactly to body temperature; the essences poured into it were intense enough to sting the throat. And there I was, in the middle of this sterile luxury, stripped naked—my body smoothed, powdered, and "tamed" by the system.
Dante's obsession with absolute, germ-free order was felt in every corner of the palace. But in my stomach, I felt the sickening void of this "perfect packaging" process.
My insides were clean from the laxative, but the pressure in my bladder... Looking at those sacred waters where Master Vivaricus wanted no "human waste" the shelter rat inside me smirked.
I pissed into those flowery waters so thoroughly... and spat the artificial taste of the minty, deionized oral wash into the pool with disgust.Since he didn't like filth, I pulled down my pants and started peeing
Pee,everywhere !
"There you go, Master..." I whispered, unable to help but giggle to myself. "Delete my allergies all you want, decorate me with flowers. You'll never truly clean that shelter rat inside me."
"Try it, sir," I said, struggling not to cry. "Did you enjoy making me dance around like a puppet on a string? I'm having fun peeing.DANTE!"
[SYSTEM WARNING: ANOMALY DETECTED IN WATER QUALITY]
[STATUS: 0.02% UREA AND BACTERIAL CONTAMINATION]
As the red warning flashed in my lens, my giggle increased. This was the biggest slap a shelter rat could give to a vampire lord ruling the world. But my smile froze when that voice echoed in a tone so low and intense it made the petals of every flower in the room tremble.
"Go ahead and laugh, Dorian..."
Dante emerged from the shadows of the balcony.He was the tallest, blondest, and most intimidating man I've ever seen in my life. I used to think the vampires carrying the aid boxes were terrifying because they were the only vampires we'd ever seen, but compared to this man, they were nothing more than a bunch of sacks.
God... what a height. His massive frame, nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a face so flawless it seemed carved by a master sculptor, gleamed like a sword under the moonlight. His face... it was beautiful enough to turn one's mind, yet equally terrifying. A sharp nose, ice-blue eyes, and a steel-like stance that screamed "power" in every centimeter.
"Spitting in my pool... contaminating my water... How exciting that the rebellious soul of the shelter is still alive."
Dante knelt by the pool. His voice was smooth and heavy, like steel sliding over marble. When he dipped his hand into the water and brought it close to me, I held my breath.
"But remember, little one; I told you I love poison. Tasting you in this water you contaminated with your own 'human waste'... it makes this meal so much more 'organic' for me."
He pressed his finger against my lips. His touch was cold, but it started a fire inside me.
"Now tell me... how would you like to pay for this little sin? While drowning in your own spit, or while being cleansed in my hands?"
Dante slowly took off his perfect jacket and threw it to the ground. He rolled up his shirt sleeves with the precision of a surgeon, his eyes fixed on me. It wasn't the gaze of a lover, but of a scientist examining the vital organs of a laboratory rat.
[SYSTEM: PUNISHMENT MODE — 'CAGE' ACTIVE]
My body suddenly stiffened as if struck by an electric current. My legs locked together, my arms glued to my sides. Dante grabbed my jaw and pulled me up on the surface of the water until I was just inches from his face. He was so close I could feel the poreless perfection of his skin and his icy breath.
"Now..." he said, his voice stabbing into my eardrum like a knife. "You will swallow this water you contaminated to the very last drop. You must see what my system can leave inside you. DRİNK !"
He squeezed my throat slightly; not to kill, but to make me feel the suffocating weight of that "sick " obsession.
"Why do you think I erased your allergies? Killing you is too easy. I want to keep you alive... I want you to be kept alive by me, being broken a little more every day, forever. You are my most precious 'venison,' and venison must hurt a little while being tamed before coming to the table."
He pushed my head under the water in a tender slow-motion. While my lungs burned for air, I heard Dante's smooth voice seeping into my mind.
"Drink, Dorian... taste your own rebellion."
When he pulled me up by my hair, leaning toward my face as I coughed in gasps, he hissed: "How is it? Is drowning in your own spit more delicious than that leek soup in the shelter?"
[SYSTEM: SE-UAL,MENTAL AND PHYSICAL SENSITIVITY INCREASED TO 200%]
The moment Dante's fingertip touched the sealed area on my neck, an uncontrollable moan escaped my lips. This wasn't pleasure; it was my nerve endings surrendering to his will.
"I didn't just make you immune for the flowers, Dorian. I made you immune to every external factor so that only I could ruin you. The only poison that can kill you must be my blood."
He pulled my wet, powder-scented body out of the pool in one move. When the obsidian floor touched my back, I froze. Dante loomed over me like a shadow, pinning his knees to either side of my hips. As the scent of thousands of lilies filled my lungs, that "flowery service" was beginning.
"One day..." I said, my voice drowning in a spiral of pain and pleasure.
"When I'm an old, sick bastard... You will forget me like your trash.You'll find yourself lost in pleasure—perhaps with a woman's wetness between your legs or a a man's masculinity in your mouth. Whenever you forget me and pick another toys to cheers you. That day...that day I'll slit your throat. I'll piss on your corpse, Dante...Your f-cking corpse! I'm going to piss on your immortal body ! "
Dante responded with a light laugh as he drank my blood. By tasting my warm blood, he was tasting my rebellious soul. When he pulled back, his lips were stained crimson with my blood. His eyes... those eyes glowing in the shadow of his massive height were like the end of the world.When he sank his teeth into my neck, I lay at his feet like a sacrificial lamb. My face was submerged in water mixed with my own urine.
"Will you drown me in my dreams?" he whispered. His blonde hair spilled onto my wet chest.
"I rule those dreams of yours, little rat. Your Alcatraz. While your every breath, your every cell is recorded in my system... how could you ever kill me? I'm a f-cking immortal."
[SYSTEM: CRITICAL OXYGEN LEVEL — 15%] [WARNING: CEREBRAL FUNCTIONS BLURRING]
"You want to die, don't you? With your honor, like a hero..."
Dante's voice descended into the final silence of my brain like a sledgehammer. Those ice-blue eyes were locked onto my lips, which were turning purple from lack of oxygen, with the cold appetite of an executioner.
"But I will not grant you that favor, little rat. Even dying in my hands will be an unreachable luxury for you."
Just as the last fragment of my consciousness was about to snap, the system performed its ultimate betrayal of my soul. With a single command from Dante, a nuclear explosion occurred at my nerve endings.
[SYSTEM: DOPAMINE AND ENDORPHIN BURST — ACTIVE]
[COMMAND: ORGASM , THİRST AND PANİC ATTACK SIGNALS INITIATED]
The primal terror of being breathless collided with that crushing, artificial wave of pleasure pumped into my brain. My body, betraying the pure hatred my soul felt for Dante, arched like a bow. While my lungs were begging for oxygen, that uncontrolled surge exploding in my groin began to rack me. Shaking and sobbing as I melted in the arms of the monster choking me, a single tear escaped my eye. This was not pleasure; this was my honor being shredded under Dante's digital whip.
"Look," Dante said. He kissed my sweaty forehead with the touch of someone kissing a saint, yet with a possessive ferocity that made my skin crawl. "Even as you curse me, your body worships me, Dorian. Your cells are whispering my name. Lucky you ,I don't like playing with my food."
As Dante's massive shadow loomed over me, his fingers roamed tenderly over the bruises on my neck. His voice was no longer just a sound; it was a poison seeping into my soul.
"You aren't just my blood bank... You are my favorite, loudest-moaning toy. I will break you so thoroughly that no one but me will be able to put the pieces back together. You will beg me for every breath, and I will grant you that breath only as long as you obey me."
"Now tell me, Dorian... Do you prefer this artificial heaven over my hell? Or shall I choke you a bit more and lose you within that pleasure?"
"Why me?" I asked her as she caressed the blood on my neck with her warm lips.
"There's a rebellious scent that money can't buy." he said with delight. "And it smells of the future."