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your heart is throbbing in your ears, loud and erratic but you can barely hear it for your mind succumbs with fear. your legs are beginning to give out and it’s getting harder for you to breathe. to be frank, you’ve never run so hard in your life, let alone in fright. the forest is vast; one tree you’ve passed only looks like an imitation of another tree ahead and you don’t know how much farther until you can see a clear road.
you’ve had enough, you couldn’t stand to be there anymore. how could your parents sell you to the zen’ins? you’re nothing like them, you’re not a sorcerer and you definitely didn’t belong there. they all act like they’re way above your league, way better than what you are; a mere human– probably lesser or nothing at all.
but that’s what makes you perfect and is the main reason why Naoya is adamant about keeping you around. you’d know where you stand. to him, you’re only a piece of flesh that is made to satiate his needs and you began to learn that you were only being sold to be used for pleasure for the rest of his life.
to confirm that, he only kept you in his room. he’d let you take a stroll around the residence if he was feeling nice enough, but never when it was getting dark and without any surveillance. you literally had zero social life there. no one spoke a word to you, not even a glance as if you’re made up of filth. human contact wasn’t something you get to experience anymore and even if you did, it wasn’t normal. nothing was normal as having his dick buried inside you as the only thing close to human contact.
so you knew you had to go.
it doesn’t take long for him to notice your disappearance. Maya thinks someone in this household is bound to get their heads off their necks for losing you, or else he wouldn’t have to chase after you in this thick and dark forest.
maybe he’s enjoying this a little, though. are you trying to test his abilities? of course you have no idea what he’s capable of, being the clueless little girl you are. naoya can already hear the sounds of the crunching dead leaves in front of him but it won’t be fun to catch you so soon.
“aren’t you getting tired, love?” you know he’s using the endearing pet name as a mere joke as you recognize the mocking tone in his voice, not too far from behind. it feels like you’ve left for a good 30 minutes, but how come he’s so quick?
putting that thought to the very back of your head, you tell yourself to keep on running instead. don’t stop, keep running. no matter how hard it is to see with just the moonlight’s illumination and how exhausted your whole body and mind are. you can feel the flight responses kicking in, increasing your heart rate rapidly and flooding you with adrenaline.
“if you wanna play this game, don’t make it easy for me.” his derisive laugh echoes within the space and it takes you by surprise, making you trip over a thick root. it leaves you with a burning scratch and you want to wail in pain but you swallow it all down and quickly scramble on your feet in an undying pursuit for freedom.
you know that nothing will save you, yet you still pathetically hold onto some sort of miracle in order to fuel your determination to escape from this hellhole.
“aw, did that hurt?” he chuckles, the resounding sound sends a cold shiver to run up your spine. you feel vulnerable, it’s almost like he’s everywhere and you don’t dare to look around except for where you’re heading, in fear that you might emit an unwitting sound if you catch a glimpse of the blond male.
but is there even any reason to stay quiet? naoya seems to already have you within his vicinity and you are more than aware of the racket you’re making with every step you take. you want to scream at him to leave you alone, but that somewhat feels like you would deliberately give yourself away to your pursuer.
your blood runs cold when you come upon two different paths ahead and you have no idea where each one would lead to. you wish you had the chance to scout the area before you left, but it was highly impossible when naoya already made sure that you were never allowed to get too far away from the main door.
but it’s too late. it shouldn’t be something to be pondered right now other than hoping that your choice is right as you take the risk by veering to the left and blindly follow the skewed path up ahead.
you can’t help but to anxiously wait to hear his voice again but the surrounding is oddly quiet this time, apart from the sounds of your hasty footsteps and heavy pants thus making you feel more optimistic that you can almost taste victory at the tip of your tongue for finally able to outrun him or escape his visual field at least.
you can already make out the look of dissatisfaction on his face; the same one you saw so often each time you did something he displeased, the same one you feared because you knew what would lie ahead in order for him to rectify your ‘misbehavior’, nonstop until he had all sounds of protests fade to silence.
now it’s all an image in your head and you want nothing more than to spit and stomp at it or maybe give it a laugh too.
“you should’ve turned right.”
but it’s too early for that now, isn’t it?
a part of you instantly wilts at those words and even though your resolve begins to ebb away, you still attempt to tune it out from messing with your head further with much desperation. maybe he was just trying to fool you, maybe he was only trying to make you give up, maybe–
“gotcha.”
naoya takes you by surprise by wrapping his arms around your body, causing you to stumble and fall face first onto the ground. you weep, both from pain and frustration.
“let me go!” you cry as you struggle to break free from his grasp, yet naoya doesn’t even flinch. he’s far stronger than you and even if you weren’t so tired from all that running you did, you still wouldn’t have a chance against him.
“quit your yapping.” he puts his weight by straddling your hips to paralyze you to the spot before he forcefully jerks your head back with a menacing tug by the scalp, making you shriek in pain. “you’ve wasted my time and energy when i could’ve been doing something else to you right now.”
“naoya– i-it’s hurts–” you try to pry off his hand but it only causes him to tighten his cruel grip.
“it hurts?” he coos, faking empathy. “thought you would’ve gotten used to it already.”
naoya releases his grip and lets your head collapse to the ground. you can’t scream, you open your mouth but only to find that even words have deserted you.
“all that chasing got me riled up, y’know? and it feels even fucking better when i finally caught you.” he gloats. “well, as if you had a chance to succeed anyway.”
a cold wave embalms you as the hairs rise on the back of your neck once you feel an unmistakable nudge on the cleft of your ass. he deliberately grinds the erection against you, making it more obvious than it already is.
“i think i should get a reward for winning.” he smirks as he feels your body stiffens underneath him, causing disgust and terror to bubble up in your guts knowing exactly what’s about to come.
“please, no– not here.” you desperately try to push yourself away, even with the little energy you have left but he just grinds harder to keep you in place.
“no? but you brought me here. we can’t let your efforts go to waste.” naoya takes out a knife that he often hides in his haori, the shiny blade gleams in greeting as he pulls it out from its sheath. “struggle if you agree.”
panic strikes at the sight of the sharp knife, causing you to squirm in a grave attempt to get away from him even when the chances are extremely slim. you don’t want to die here, not like this and definitely not in the hands of a maniac. “i promise i won’t run any–”
“oh, i’m glad you agree with me, sweetheart.” his voice drips with so much triumph as he meets your horrified gaze. it’s a perfect depiction of a prey and its predator. you, being the fidgeting little bunny that just got held between sharp canine teeth by the back of the neck and him, the wolf that is a bite away from devouring you brutally.
“d-don’t kill me–” you can hear your own pulse drumming in your ears as you feel the edge of the knife pressing on your back.
“kill you?” he breaks into a mirthful laughter, as if hearing someone beg for their lives is the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard. “god, what the fuck are you talking about? do you have any idea how terrible it is if you die? there’s no more women like you out there.”
it’s not exactly what you want to hear– you may live to see another day, but it only means living through the same hell again. despite that, it’s still a relief to know that he has no intentions to put an end to your life tonight even while having the threatening trail of the blade’s tip from your spine down to the curve of your ass. naoya applies little pressure yet you can feel your body tremble in fear as your hands clench into tight, shaky fists.
“but as my woman,” your breath hitches when you feel the blade tapping against your cunt. “i should claim what’s mine.” he tugs the fabric of your pants with his fingers and punctures his knife before dragging the sharp blade downwards to rip your pants apart.
the huge hole makes you feel conspicuous but it doesn’t beat the feeling of dread creeping up from the pits of your stomach when you sense the knife slipping under the stretchy band of your panties, the cool steel so close to your pussy, enough to make you tense your muscles before it withdraws in favor of tearing your panties in two.
and oh, what a sight. looks like someone’s a little masochist. he wasn’t expecting this from you. you must’ve enjoyed those punishments more than you let on.
“you said you didn’t want this but you’re already wet.” he sneers at you as he keeps the knife away and spreads the drenched folds with his fingers. you curse at yourself for the little whine that you can’t suppress, as if your body has grown accustomed to him.
“naoya, please–”
“mm, beg some more. i like hearing that.” having no regard for your pleas, he plunges his finger inside you. “this what you were asking for?”
“n-no– stop–” your head starts to spin when you feel his finger sliding in deeper and begins to pump in and out agonizingly.
“i would’ve just stretched you out with my cock but you were begging so nicely.” he smirks as he plunges another finger, coating them with your slick. you know you hate this, you truly do but your traitorous body just reacts so well to him and the way you’re clenching and squeezing the two digits doesn’t go unnoticed by him. hell, you need to stop lying if you like it so much.
you feel like you could hardly breathe but your legs quiver when he curls and drags his fingers against the spongy walls. embarrassing squelches reverberates in the silent air with every pump he makes and you’re absolutely chagrined over how much your cunt is leaking for him.
and when he found that very sensitive spot, your body trembles so much for him. how could you say you didn’t want this? you’re tightening so hard around him right now.
“you already wanna cum? is that it?” he mocks, fingers never stray from hitting your g-spot continuously as he’s determined to make your body writhe like it always has.
and much to your shame, you do. there’s an undeniable influx of sensation coursing through you and the heated knot in your stomach is threatening to snap. you’re beyond appalled at your state of arousal so you try to fight and rebuff it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he pursues.
“i– i don’t–” you deny in pitiful sobs, making the impatient man fume with irritation.
“looks like you’ve never learned your lesson but it’s fine,” his hand reaches your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat to constrict air flow. “you like it when i do this, right? it always gets you so fucking tight.”
you cough and splutter with tears coursing down your face but the lack of oxygen in your system makes you more light-headed and disgustingly entices more sensation in your lower stomach. you know you’re losing yourself, so close to breaking down and won’t be able to take it further before you unwillingly succumb to pure, unadulterated pleasure winding through your veins, consuming and overwhelming you with choked sobs slipping past your lips.
“you’re so disgusting, cumming just from my fingers like that.” he laughs deridingly and releases his grip, letting your cheek plop onto the ground, body shaking as you ride through your orgasm.
naoya immediately tugs his pants down to his knees, just enough to release his throbbing cock before aligning with your quivering hole. without sparing a moment to allow your fraying wits to gather, he rubs the flushed tip against your wet folds, collecting slick and moisture with no regards to how you feel.
“ah– still– sensitive.”
naoya clicks his tongue in annoyance, “and i’m fucking hard.”
clearly you haven’t been completely molded into what naoya wishes for, judging from how you’re still able to talk back to him despite having gone through the same treatment repetitively. but it’s fine, he can’t really say he doesn’t take joy in your act of defiance. sex would be terribly mundane for him if there would be no resistance.
“god, you’re so wet.” he grinds up and down your slit, making you shudder each time the tip of his cock pokes the sensitive nub. “you know why? ‘cause your needy little cunt knows you want me. it’s ‘cause you know your place as a woman and that’s why you’re given this pussy.”
terror sucks the very breath from your mouth. only low, feeble sounds to express your pain and fear, knowing that any word or pleas you utter will only fall onto deaf ears.
“and you just love taking my cock, hm?” he growls as he runs down his cock to your entrance, just a moment away from penetration. “you love it when a man puts you in your place.”
and he pushes inside of you with a groan of expletive, head thrown back as he sinks in deeper through the pulsating walls.
“fuck. i don’t think i need to tell you how you’re taking me so well.” he chuckles, ignoring the all too familiar wails and sobs as he revels in your tight and warm cunt fluttering around his throbbing cock.
once naoya is settled deep inside you, he begins to move his hips and fucks into you relentlessly with dissonant groans and grunts of pleasure ringing in your ears while your hands innately find purchase on the grass of the forest floor, uncaring of the dirty soil that collects under your fingernails as you search for alleviation from the burning pain inflicted on you.
“stop– i can’t–”
“this is what you’re made for.” the slaps of his skin against your ass resonates across the boundless trees, drowning out chirps from the crickets and your stifled sobs. “and if you can’t understand that, i’ll just have to keep fucking some sense into you.”
naoya leans down to press his chest on your body, the deep touch of his cock raises your clamorous whimpers to a crescendo before a hand clamps over your lips to keep you hushed.
“too much noise would ruin the fun and you wouldn’t want that, right?” hot plumes of breath burn your skin as he whispers into your ear. you sniffle in response with solemn tears welled in your eyes before they roll down your cheeks again like a river escaping a dam.
“that’s more like it. cry for me.” the hand over your mouth tilts your head forcefully to show him your face; all messy and poignant, a look that sends blood straight to his cock and it twitches inside you as he licks the salty wet trail off your cheek.
“you might as well try to enjoy it. maybe time will pass by quicker.” with a manic grin embracing his features, he pounds into you harder, florid cockhead kisses your cervix with each extensive thrust while his other hand maneuvers underneath you to rub tight circles on your neglected clit.
the thought of naoya taking you down and rutting inside your cunt like uncivilized creatures performing a mating ritual in the dark forest makes you nauseous– but even more revolting when the pain subsides to form undesired pleasure and drains out your strength altogether, including something as simple as keeping your eyelids lifted.
“that’s right– hah– take it like you’re supposed to.” he grunts as he feels you clenching around him, milking him dry.
muffled mewls soon join the obscene squelching sounds from your sopping cunt, pleasing the male himself and he finally unhitch his hand, but only to shove two fingers into your mouth.
“suck.” his command is unmistakable despite being whispered. through a clouded mind, you bend to his will; cheeks hollowed and tongue swirling around the long digits in sloppy movements to moisten them with bountiful drool.
“that’s what your mouth is good for.” he snarls as he toys with the nub between his fingers faster, causing your hips to jerk back in response. “look at you. squeezing me like that.”
every drag of his cock becomes more exquisite, the prominent vein continuously brushes against your walls as he works with an angle that’s sure to hit your most sensitive spot. with fingers still kept in your mouth, you keen his name incoherently as pressure tightens in your lower stomach, so close to tip you off the edge.
naoya draws his fingers from your mouth with a string of saliva connected to your wet, parted lips. he tugs you by the scalp again, craning your neck as he rams against the sensitive spot ruthlessly.
black dots envelop your vision and you hear a high pitched scream, not realizing it is your own until much later when your body quakes, pussy gushing around the cock still buried inside you.
“god, fuck– you’re really enjoying this.” he snarls, his own dick twitching while he fucks you through your orgasm.
his thrusts soon begin to stutter and he bites on your shoulder as he cums with a growl, the sound rumbling through his chest and filling up your eardrums as he spurts warm, thick load against your cervix.
naoya lets you go and you fall on the ground again, giving you a moment to take a breather as he pulls out his spent cock and drinks in the sight of your swollen cunt leaking with white cum before an idea pops up in his mind.
“that was fun, wasn’t it?” you hear him let out a sardonic laughter. “how about i count until ten so you could run– or crawl, i don’t care. but you know what happens after i catch you again.”
