Part One
“Sir, your SUV will be around momentarily,” the receptionist’s voice was a soft murmur that seemed to come from a world away as Lenix and I stood in the lobby of the Resort’s main building. The grandeur of the marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, and the velvet-covered walls served as a harsh contrast to the reality of my newfound ownership.
The lobby was bustling with guests in their Halloween finery, a cacophony of their laughter and conversations with many of them showing off their newfound “prizes” on leashes. The juxtaposition of their gleeful banter with the heavy silence that hung around Lenix and it was a grim reminder of the reality behind the masquerade. My heart raced with each tick of the grand clock above the entrance, its opulent gold face seeming to mock the passage of time that brought me closer to my fate.
The squeaking of wheels pierced the lobby’s ambiance as a large military-style crate was wheeled into view. The guard’s expression was stoic as he approached us, his eyes avoiding contact with either Lenix or me. The crate was metal, with large straps and locks on the outside. The sight of it sent a shiver down my spine as it came to a halt beside us.
“Your property, Mr. Lenix,” the guard announced, his voice flat and emotionless. He bent down and unlocked the two large buckles securing the lid before swinging it open with a grunt. Inside, nestled within the foam padding, lay Hana, her eyes closed and an oxygen mask strapped to her face. Her limbs were secured with leather straps, each one fastened tightly around her wrists and ankles, holding her immobile in the fetal position.
Thick foam cushioned the cramped interior of the metal crate, shaped to fit a human body as if she were a precious collectable to be kept safe. Lenix leaned over, his gaze lingering on Hana’s exposed form before nodding to the guard in approval. “Excellent,” he said, his voice as cold as the steel that surrounded Hana.
The guard slammed the crate’s lid shut with a finality that echoed through the lobby. The sound was a grim reminder of the fate that awaited me, and I couldn’t help but whimper as the lock clicked into place. A yank on my leash brought me back to the present, and I stumbled into the side of Lenix, who was watching the whole exchange with a disturbing level of calm. His hand slithered around my waist and moved up to cup one of my breasts.
His mask however wasn't looking at me but was scanning outside the grand lobby, waiting for his chauffeur to arrive with his SUV. His hand began squeezing and kneading my breast, his grip firm and possessive, as if to claim his prize in front of everyone. My eyes widened in horror and humiliation as his thumb brushed over my nipple, causing it to tighten painfully under the fabric of my costume.
“It occurs to me I neglected to ask you slave, are you on any contraceptive?” Lenix’s voice was a gruff whisper in my ear, his hand still firmly cupping my breast.
I swallowed hard, my mind racing. I hadn’t considered that detail in the blur of fear and panic that had become my existence. “I… I have an I.U.D,” I whispered back, the words sticking in my throat like a mouthful of sand.
Lenix’s thumb paused for a moment before continuing its cruel dance. “Good,” he murmured, “It’ll save me the trouble of dealing with any unexpected complications.” His hand slid away, leaving a trail of coldness where it had been, and his grip on my leash tightened.
“Mr. Lenix, your SUV is ready,” the receptionist announced, snapping me out of the horror that had frozen me in place. The chauffeur had appeared at the entrance, the gleaming black vehicle waiting outside.
Lenix nodded, his grip on my leash tightening as he led me through the lobby. The crate holding Hana was being wheeled behind us as if she was nothing more than a piece of luggage. The sight of it made my stomach churn, but I couldn’t focus on it for long. My own fate was about to unfold.
As we approached the grand entrance, the stairs leading down to the waiting vehicles outside seemed to stretch out before me like a never-ending descent into hell. Each step was torture, the clack of my heels echoing through the marble corridor as I was led through the open doors and into the crisp night air. The cool mountain breeze hit my bare skin, sending goosebumps rising as I was guided down the stairs, the leather collar biting into the flesh of my neck with each tug.
The gleaming black SUV sat like a beast in the night, its chrome trim gleaming under the flickering lights. The chauffeur held the back door open with a silent nod to Lenix, who didn’t bother to hide his excitement. With a rough shove, he sent me sprawling into the plush interior, my face hitting the floor hard. The door slammed shut behind me as Lenix stepped over me to take his place on the back bench-seat.
With a tug of the leash, I was yanked up onto the seat and pulled into his side, his hands immediately starting to roam over my body. His touch was like fire, burning away any last vestige of dignity I had. He groped and squeezed without any pretense of gentleness, his fingers digging into my flesh as if to claim his property. His other hand slithered under the fabric of my harem costume, gripping my flesh roughly as he explored every inch of me, his breath hot on my neck.
All the while, Hana’s crate was being manhandled by the guard; the crate was slid into the trunk of the SUV with a cold finality, and I couldn’t help but flinch when the hatch slammed shut again, locking her crate into the confined space. The engine of the SUV rumbled to life, and the vibrations of it traveled through the floorboards, up through the leather seats, and into my very bones.
As the car pulled away from the resort, the world outside grew darker and quieter, swallowed up by the inky blackness of the night. Lenix’s hand didn’t leave my body, his touch a constant reminder of the horror that had just unfolded. I was acutely aware of the leather of the seats, the smell of his cologne, and the way the fabric of my costume felt against my skin.
Then all of a sudden Lenix’s relentless exploration of my body stopped. With a final squeeze of my thigh, he leaned back in the seat, his hand releasing me with a casualness that seemed almost cruel. He reached up to his face and began to fiddle with the mask, his eyes never leaving mine. The tension in the air grew thick as he took his time, as if savoring the moment. With a smooth, deliberate motion, he lifted the mask from his face, revealing his true self.
His dark brown eyes, fringed with thick lashes, met mine, and for a split second, I was struck by his attractiveness. His features were sharp and angular, with a strong jawline and a set of piercing eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. His wavy black hair was slicked back, revealing a perfectly shaped goatee that framed his full lips. He would have been handsome, if it weren’t for the cruelty that danced in his gaze.
Then, without warning, his hand shot out and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my face to his. His mouth crushed down onto mine, his tongue invading my mouth as if he were trying to claim me from the inside out. His teeth scraped against my lower lip, the taste of his desire mixing with the metallic tang of fear in my mouth. I whimpered into the kiss, my hands instinctively moving to push him away, but cuffed behind my back, I had no leverage.
Lenix’s grip was like iron, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me in place. He tasted of whiskey and power, his breath hot and ragged as he kissed me with a passion that was terrifying in its intensity. My body responded despite itself, my breasts pushing against his chest as I struggled to breathe, my heart racing in a frantic attempt to escape this prison of lust and fear.
His hand moved from my neck to the back of my head, tangling in my hair as he deepened the kiss. His other hand slid down to my waist, his fingers digging into my side as he pulled me closer, my breasts crushing against his chest. My body was on fire, a mix of panic and a strange, unwelcome arousal that made my stomach twist with disgust.
Lenix’s hand traveled down to my neck again, his grip tightening as he broke the kiss to look down at me. His eyes were dark with desire, a look that made me feel like I was nothing but a piece of meat to him. He leaned back, his gaze never leaving mine as his hand slid down to the loincloth and slid it aside, exposing my trembling body to the cold night air.
Without a word, he reached down and unbuckled his pants, the sound of metal zipper lowering echoed through the quiet of the SUV. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, a symbol of my new purpose in life. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of it, my body reacting in fear and revulsion.
Before I could protest, his strong hands wrapped around my waist and with surprising ease, he hoisted me up, forcing me to straddle him. His hands gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he positioned me above his erection. The leather of the seats was cold against my bare calves, and I could feel the heat of his cock pressing against my inner thighs. I wriggled in his grasp, trying to escape, but his strength was overwhelming.
Lenix’s gaze never left my face, his eyes dark with lust as he used his grip to force my thighs apart. With a grunt, he pushed my body down, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep from screaming, tears of fear and arousal welling up in my eyes. His hands moved to my buttocks, squeezing and spreading me open as if he were examining his newest acquisition.
Then, without warning, he thrust upwards, burying himself inside me in one brutal motion. A scream tore from my throat as pain shot through me, the reality of my situation crashing down like a ton of bricks. He didn’t give me a moment to adjust, instead he began to bounce me up and down on his hard cock, his movements rough and forceful.
Each thrust felt like a violation, a declaration of his ownership and control where none had been given. My body was not my own anymore; it was his to use, his to abuse. The sounds of coins jingling from my costume and the smack of skin on skin filled the SUV’s cabin, mixing with the stifled cries I couldn’t hold back. My eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the sight of his twisted face, contorted with pleasure from my abuse. But even in the darkness behind my eyelids, I could feel his gaze on me, watching my every reaction, savoring each whimper and tear.
Under different circumstances, the sensation of his large, strong hands on my body, the power in his grip, the heat of his breath against my neck, could have been a thrilling, erotic experience. His muscular thighs under me, his erection filling me, could have been the makings of a wild, consensual night of passion. The thrill of submission, the rush of adrenaline from the danger of being claimed so forcefully, could have been a heady cocktail of desire. But here, in this stolen moment of darkness, there was no consent, no safety net, no escape.
…and yet, as the initial shock of his brutal invasion subsided, my traitorous body continued to respond. My muscles, tight with stress, slowly relaxed, allowing him deeper, and despite the pain, the friction started to stir an unwelcome warmth in my core. I could feel my wetness increasing around his shaft, my body’s betrayal making it easier for him to move within me. My mind rebelled against the sensation, but my body, conditioned by past experiences, was starting to crave more.
In the dim light of the SUV, I caught a flicker of surprise in Lenix’s eyes as my body began to respond to his brutal possession. His eyebrow twitched, surprise briefly flashing across his face, and for a second, he paused his relentless thrusts. The realization that my traitorous body was giving him what he wanted, despite my mind’s screams of protest, filled me with a mix of humiliation and anger.
With a sneer, he leaned in, his breath hot on my ear as he whispered, “Oh, so you are the kind of slut that enjoys being used, aren’t you?” His words were a mix of disgust and amusement, as if he had just uncovered a juicy secret. I could feel his smug satisfaction radiating off him as my body betrayed me, my walls tightening further around him.
“Despite what I said earlier I thought for sure Fox’s sales pitch was all talk,” Lenix chuckled darkly, his words a vile poison in my ear, “but it seems she was right about you after all.” His grip on my hips tightened as he resumed his punishing rhythm, driving himself deeper with each thrust. “You’re loving every second of it, aren’t you, my little slut?”
His words were like a knife, twisting in my gut and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips as the friction grew unbearable. The mix of pain and pleasure was a toxic cocktail, my body’s traitorous response to his dominance. I wanted to scream, to tell him how wrong he was, but instead…
“Yes siiiiirahhh!” I screamed as he reached up and viscously twisted one of my nipple rings through the fabric of my costume.
Lenix’s eyes narrowed with a dark glint. “Master,” he corrected me, his voice a harsh reprimand that sent a bolt of terror and submission through me. The word hung in the air, bringing me nose to nose with his face, a mask of authority and depravity. “You will.. call me.. ‘Master’.. from now on,” he said, emphasizing each of his words with a punishing thrust of his hips.
I nodded, tears streaming down my cheeks, whispering, “Yes, Master.”
Lenix’s grin grew wider, his teeth glinting in the dim light. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “That’s better,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
His intense rhythm resumed and it wasn’t long before the pressure within me was building again. I felt the heat rising, my body trembling with the need to release the tension that he had built. But just as the wave of pleasure crested, Lenix’s hands clamped down on my hips, stopping me mid-motion. “No! You do not get to cum,” he growled, his voice a thunderous command in the small space of the car.
I bit my lip hard, fighting the orgasm that was threatening to spill over. The pain from the bite was a sharp contrast to the pleasure that was building, a battleground of sensations raging within me. My eyes locked with Lenix’s, the intensity of his stare making it impossible for me to look away.
“Very good,” he murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly, “You’re learning already.” His grip on my hips loosened, and he began to move me again, his strokes slow and deliberate. He watched my reactions like a scientist observing a lab experiment, his eyes flicking from my face to my bouncing breasts and back again.
After a small amount of time, he leaned in and whispered, “You may cum slave.” The permission was a heady drug, my body responding immediately to his command. The tension grew, my muscles tightening around him, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. But just as I reached the peak, he stopped again, pulling out almost completely and leaving me hovering on the edge of ecstasy.
The look on his face was one of pure sadistic pleasure as he watched the confusion and desperation in my eyes. After a few agonizing seconds, Lenix lowered me back down onto him, his cock sliding back into my wet, clenching pussy. He began to fuck me again, his movements slow and deep, pushing me closer and closer back to the brink of an orgasm that he had so cruelly denied me.
Closing my eyes, I could feel the orgasm approaching again. It was like a wild beast, straining against the bars of its cage, desperate for release. Lenix whispered, “Cum for me,” I felt it inch closer once again, only for him to withdraw once more, leaving me gasping and trembling. The cycle of pleasure and denial continued, my body a plaything for his twisted desires.
I don’t know how long this went on, but time and time again, he repeated the pattern. Soon I found my eyes tearing up from a torture I never saw coming. Based on our short interactions and what I’d learned from Bunny I had been somewhat prepared for physical abuse, but this… this was something else entirely.
What I certainly hadn’t been prepared for was a psychological game of cat and mouse with my own body’s responses. Each time he allowed me to climb towards that peak, the denial was like a slap in the face, knocking the breath from my lungs and leaving me panting in frustration. My whimpers grew more desperate, my body begging for the release that was just out of reach.
But then finally, just as I was once again about to cum, I felt his hands on my hips, shoving me off of his lap. Spinning through the air I landed face first on the floor of the SUV with a thud, the impact jolting through me. Before I could even register the pain, I felt his strong hand grip me by my hair and pull me back up, spinning me around until I was eye level with his erect cock.
Lenix’s hand squeezed my scalp painfully and when I opened my mouth to yelp, he took advantage, shoving my face down onto his erect cock. The salty, musky taste of him filled my mouth as he began to fuck my face with the same brutal efficiency he had used earlier.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” I choked, his cock invading my mouth, pushing past my gag reflex and filling my throat. He didn’t give me time to adjust, his hips thrusting upward with a ferocity that had me seeing stars. I could feel his hands tightening in my hair, pulling and pushing in time with his thrusts.
Then, with a grunt that was almost a roar, Lenix held my head down, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into my mouth. Wave after wave of his hot, sticky semen shot down my throat, filling me with a sense of utter degradation and disgust. I struggled to breathe, my nose pressing against his pelvis, as he continued to convulse against my face.
With the vile taste of his release still coating my mouth and throat, I expected Lenix to finally let me go. But his grip on my hair remained firm, his cock, now semi-flaccid, still lodged in my mouth. He held me there, his eyes watching me with a mix of contempt and amusement as he softened within my mouth. As his cock shrunk, I could feel the sticky residue of his seed slowly leaking out, and pooling under my tongue.
“Swallow,” Lenix ordered, his voice cold and commanding. My throat convulsed, and I had no choice but to obey, the taste of his release coating my tongue and sliding down my throat. The act was so dehumanizing, so utterly degrading, that I felt my soul shrivel up inside of me.
The worst part was I could still feel my pussy pulsing around nothing, desperate for release. He hadn’t allowed me to cum, not once. That had to be part of his power play, leaving me on the edge, frustrated and in pain. As his grip on my hair loosened, I sat back on the floor, gasping for air and feeling utterly destroyed.
“Slave, up,” Lenix said, patting the cushion next to him, his voice a gruff command. Awkwardly, I managed to climb back onto the seat, my legs shaking and my breathing ragged from the abuse I'd just endured. He pulled me back into his embrace, one of his hands lazily made its way back to my breasts, once again playing with them as if they were toys.
Out of the corner of my eye I watched as he leaned his head back and rested his eyes, seemingly satisfied with his conquest. The SUV’s smooth ride did nothing to soothe the ache between my legs or the burning in my throat. I couldn’t believe this was my life now, bought and paid for like a piece of meat. I felt a mix of anger and despair wash over me, angry at myself for my body’s response and despair at my lack of control over the situation.
“Mark, remind me how long until we arrive back at my estate?” Lenix said, his eyes still closed, his hand idly playing with my breast. The driver's voice came over the Intercom, “18 hours or so, Mr. Lenix.”
“Well, at least I won’t be bored,” Lenix said with a cruel smirk, his eyes still closed. His hand didn’t stop moving, squeezing and kneading my flesh as if he were testing its firmness. I sat there, trembling, now understanding why Lacie spent so much of her time staring at the floor.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed by in silence, the only sounds the purr of the engine and the occasional jingle of coins from my costume as I shifted against Lenix’s side. My body was still on high alert from his relentless groping, his hand never leaving my breast, his thumb tracing lazy circles around my nipple and occasionally tugging at the jewelry piercing my sensitive nub.
The silence was deafening which is why when Lenix spoke next it was like a gunshot in the quiet of the car. “Would you like to cum, slave?” He asked as if the thought had just occurred to him, all while his thumb continued to trace circles around my nipple.
I hesitated wondering if this was some sort of twisted trick. His eyes remained closed, while his thumb had stilled on my nipple. The anticipation was agonizing, my body still on edge from his previous ministrations.
“Master?” I ventured, my voice trembling.
He chuckled darkly. “I asked you a question, slave, would you like to cum?” His thumb began to move again, the gentle pressure making my body ache for more.
I swallowed hard, the taste of his cum still lingering in my mouth. “Yes, Master,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath.
Lenix lazily opened a compartment beside his seat and pulled out a sleek, black object with a bulbous tip. My eyes widened in shock as I recognized the unmistakable shape of a magic wand vibrator. He turned it on, the soft buzz of the toy filling the cabin. The sight of it was like a beacon of both hope and horror, a promise of pleasure and pain.
With a smug smirk, he tossed it onto the floor between the two seats in front of him and I watched it land with a thud, the vibrations echoing through the plush carpet. His eyes remained on me, watching for any sign of defiance or hope, but all he saw was resignation. “Go ahead,” he said with a wave of his hand, his voice thick with satisfaction, “Pleasure yourself.”
Again, I hesitated, unsure if this was a trick. Was this some kind of sick game to further degrade me? But the ache in my core was too much, and I realized with a sinking feeling that I had no choice but to obey. So hands still cuffed behind my back, I awkwardly moved off the seat and onto my knees, and shuffled my way over to the vibrator.
Hovering over it I was about to lower myself down when Lenix spoke again, his voice a cold command. “Turn around and face me, slave. I want to see your face as you debase yourself.” The words were like a slap, snapping me out of the haze of desperation.
Slowly, with trembling legs, I turned to face him, my eyes on the floor as I positioned myself over the vibrator. The thought of giving him the satisfaction of watching me like this was almost unbearable, but the ache between my legs was too intense to ignore. With a deep breath, I lowered myself down onto the buzzing wand, feeling the vibrations immediately resonate through my clit.
My eyes squeezed shut, I rocked my hips back and forth, trying to find the sweet spot that would give me the relief I so desperately craved. In my mind, I pictured the faces of my past lovers, their gentle touches and whispered words of encouragement. I focused on the moments of passion and love that I had shared with them, even my encounter with Lydia during my night as her living sex toy. Anything to block out the cold, cruel gaze of the man who now owned me.
The vibrations grew stronger as I adjusted my angle, the coins jingling in time with the pulsing of the wand. The sound of my costume chiming filled the SUV, a morbid symphony accompanying my forced masturbation. I couldn’t help but feel like a marionette, my body moving on the strings of Lenix’s twisted desires. But the sensation… it was almost overwhelming and as overcharged as my nerves were, I knew I would cum soon.
The fear of the unknown made me pause, the vibrations still pulsing through my clit but my hips no longer moving. My eyes flickered up to meet Lenix’s, searching for any clue of his intentions. His expression remained unchanged, the smug smile playing on his lips as he watched me.
That was when an idea struck me, Lenix didn’t seem to do anything without a reason, without a power play. So it was likely he was waiting to screw me over, to show his dominance again. That had to be it… he was waiting for me to cum without permission, to punish me for not asking. Because looking back I realized he had only asked me if I wanted to cum, he hadn’t actually given me permission to do so while using the wand I was now nestled against. With renewed determination, I kept my hips from moving, the vibrations of the wand still humming against my clit, so close, yet so far.
“Master, may I cum?” I asked, my voice a mix of desperation and hope. The question hung in the air, and for a moment, I felt the power shift between us. Lenix’s eyes snapped open, surprise flickering across his face followed by a hint of annoyance, which only served to confirm my hypothesis.
He studied me, his eyes traveling down my body, to where the vibrator was still pressed against my swollen clit. “Very well,” he said, his voice tight with irritation, “you may cum.”
With those words, I let go. My hips began to swirl and grind against the wand, my moans filling the cabin of the SUV. The vibrations grew more intense, and my body responded eagerly, the orgasm building with each rotation. I felt the coils of pleasure tighten in my belly, my thighs quivering with the effort of baring down on the wand.
And then, it hit me, a crescendo of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. My body convulsed, and I lost all sense of decorum, crying out as I came, my body spasming uncontrollably. I had never experienced anything so raw, so all-consuming. It was like a dam had broken, and the flood of sensation washed over me, drowning me in ecstasy.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I felt my body go limp, my legs giving out from beneath me. I collapsed face down at Lenix’s feet, the vibrator slipping from underneath me and rolling away as the SUV took a tight turn. The rough carpet scraped against my sensitive skin as I panted for breath, my cheek pressed against the cool floor.
Lenix chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. It was a dark, amused sound, one that made it clear that he enjoyed my humiliation. “Very good, slave,” he said, his voice thick with sarcasm, “You’re learning to entertain me quite nicely.”
“Yes… Master… I… am… happy to entertain you,” I forced out the words between gasps for air, my cheek still pressed to the floor. I knew that playing to his ego might be my only chance at survival in this twisted game of his.
“Alright, slave, sit up,” he ordered, his voice echoing in the enclosed space. With trembling legs, I pushed myself up into a kneeling position, my eyes never leaving the floor. The SUV’s movement made me sway slightly, but I managed to remain upright.
“Look at me,” Lenix barked, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. Quickly, I lifted my gaze, he had spread his legs wide and his pants were fastened once again. His eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of resistance or disobedience. When he saw only defeat and submission, he nodded in approval.
“Curl up on the floor in front of me,” he ordered. I complied, shuffling on my knees until I was directly in front of him, my eyes once again cast down. He had spread his legs wide, his expensive shoes gleaming in the low light. With my wrists still cuffed behind my back, I awkwardly laid down on my side, my head on the floor just before his feet.
“Good girl,” Lenix said, his tone one of condescending praise that made my stomach turn. Then to my shock he lifted his legs and before I knew it, his calves were resting on my side, using me as a footstool.
The sound of his phone unlocking was like a gunshot in the quiet of the SUV. My cheek was still pressed against the carpet, and my eyes remained downcast as he began to tap away at the screen. The humiliation was almost too much to bear. I was nearly naked, used, and now reduced to a piece of furniture for his convenience.
“Charles… yes I am on my way home, I have two new… acquisitions,” Lenix spoke into his phone, I felt the weight of his legs pressing down on me as he continued. “I’ll need you to prepare accommodations for their arrival. Make sure the training room is ready,” he said, his voice cold and professional as if he were discussing a business deal.
“Oh, before I should forget one of my new acquisitions goes by the name Hana Horihitsu, she’ll need breaking down and I know just how I want to do it… yes, she was the influencer I mentioned before, so I’ll need you to look up her videos and see if you can’t replicate her home environment down in my studio.”
I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead as I heard the words ‘breaking down’. What did that mean? What was he going to try and do?
Lenix’s tone grew even more sinister as he spoke into the phone, “Make it as realistic as possible. I want her to think she’s back home… it’s paramount to her training and my future plans… no, no there’s no need for you to charter my personal jet nearby. I don’t mind the long journey, I have plenty of entertainment plus it will give me time to order my new acquisitions each their own personal wardrobe… I’m actually quite fond of my current plaything’s costume so I might just order more of those,” he chuckled, his foot pressing down harder on my side, “We should be back in about eighteen hours, that gives you plenty of time to prepare.”
As Lenix’s words sank in, I felt a cold, heavy dread settle in my stomach. He had bought me as an easy to control slave, one that could be used and discarded at a whim. But what he had in store for Hana was something that sounded far more sinister, something that made the very core of me quiver with fear. The thought of her being broken down, only to be remade into a twisted version of her former self for his perverse amusement, was almost too much to handle.
The feeling of knowing Lenix viewed me as so little of a person was suffocating. His casual tone on the phone spoke volumes about the reality of my situation. For the first time in my life, I was truly ashamed of my submissive nature, of the desires I had once embraced. In the past, my willingness to be controlled had been a choice, a thrilling part of my identity that I had shared with trusted partners.
Embracing my submissiveness might be the key to surviving under Lenix’s cruelty, but it might also be the key to finding a way out. I knew that any sign of rebellion or defiance would only result in harsher punishments, so I needed to continue to play the part of the obedient slave. Who knows, maybe an opportunity for escape would eventually arise.
With a click I heard Lenix lock his phone and the weight of his legs lifted off me. “I’m sure you heard my plans for your little friend,” he said, his voice a mix of amusement and menace. “Don’t bother denying it. I saw the way you two looked at each other when I first came up onto the stage, the way you tried to comfort her when the auction ended. It’s cute, really, but it’s also quite useful to know that you two care for each other.”
“…Yes Master,” I begrudgingly replied, the taste of defeat still lingering in my mouth.
“Hmm, well no point in hiding it, I plan to use you to help me break her,” Lenix said, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he stared down at me. “It will be quite the… educational experience for the both of you.”
The thought of being used to break Hana was devastating, especially since I knew I’d have to go along with it to maintain my cover, but I knew that I had to keep my cool, to bide my time. “How…how will I be helping, Master?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Oh slave, you silly little thing,” Lenix said with a chuckle, “you don’t need to know that yet.” He leaned back in his seat, his fingers drumming a rhythm on the armrest. “For now let’s you and I enjoy this quality time we have together. After all, we have many hours before we reach the estate.” His voice was smooth, like a serpent’s caress, and just as cold.
“Yes Master,” I murmured, my eyes never leaving the floor. The weight of his words sat heavy on my chest, crushing any semblance of hope that had begun to flicker to life. The thought of being used to break Hana filled me with a deep, visceral fear that made my stomach churn.
It turns out I wouldn’t have long to focus on Hana’s fate. Lenix’s interest in me had only just begun. Soon I’d find myself servicing him again and again in many different ways throughout the trip, whether it was watching the scenery change as I was bounced up and down on his cock, or with his hands tightly gripping my neck, as he pumped into me from behind. Each time he used me, I felt a piece of myself shatter, my mind screaming for it to stop while my body betrayed me with its responses of begging for more.
How much time had passed before the familiar sight of the Lenix estate’s heavy gates loomed into view I was unsure? It felt like an eternity, yet somehow, only three quarters of a day or so had ticked by. My mind was a whirlwind of fear, anger, and a desperate need to understand what lay ahead. Eventually the SUV pulled up the long familiar winding driveway, and the gates slowly creaked open revealing the sprawling manor that looked like something out of a dark fairy tale. The grandeur of the place was starkly contrasted by the horror I knew was hidden within its walls.
The estate was surrounded by acres of tall hedgerow mazes, a labyrinth of greenery that stood tall and impenetrable. The sun was high in the sky, casting eerie shadows through the dense foliage. The ivy that covered the Gothic manor was as thick as my fear, snaking its way up the stone façade, almost as if it was a living entity claiming the house for itself.
“Ah, home sweet home,” Lenix murmured as the SUV rolled down the gravel path. “You know I do so love this grand beautiful maze of mine, soon enough so will you and your friend.” He leaned down and whispered the cryptic words into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
The tires crunched to a stop, the engine purring quietly. I peeked out the window, and my eyes fell upon the most grotesque sight yet. A fountain stood tall and proud before us, but instead of angels or mermaids, statues depicting naked women in various stages of bondage and distress stood there. Their expressions were twisted in silent screams with water pouring from their gaping mouths. Their bodies were contorted in impossible poses of agony and pleasure, a macabre reflection of the life I was about to lead.
“Do you like it? There are dozens of sculptures throughout my estate and the maze just like them. Each one was commissioned as a near copy of the many slaves I’ve had in my possession… perhaps one day you yourself will find yourself immortalized in such a fashion,” Lenix mused, his voice filled with a disturbing sense of pride as he stared out at the fountain.
I didn’t respond, my throat too tight with fear to form words. The thought of my own body being replicated in such a monstrous way was too much. Lenix chuckled, his breath warm against my neck, “Not that you’ll have any say in the matter, of course.”
Schooling my features I turned to face him, my voice calm despite the tempest of emotions raging within me. “Master, I am to do whatever you wish of me. If you wish to see me in such a way, then I shall be honored to pose for your art,” I lied, hoping to appease his ego and perhaps win some small measure of leniency.
Lenix’s gaze raked over me, his eyes lingering on my breasts before moving up to meet my own. For a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in their depths, something akin to doubt or perhaps surprise. But then, as if remembering his own power, his expression hardened into a smirk. “Indeed, you will,” he said, his voice low and predatory.
Suddenly, the door to our right swung open, and a blast of warm air filled the cabin. The man who stood next to the vehicle was the same one who had delivered Bunny and Lacie to the van almost a week ago. His eyes scanned over me, but there was no flicker of recognition, a small mercy in this sea of horror.
“Afternoon Charles,” Lenix called out as the man stepped to the side to allow him to exit the SUV, “have all the preparations been made?”
“Of course, Mr. Lenix,” the man replied, his voice stiff and formal. “Their accommodations are ready, and Miss Horihitsu’s… special training environment has been prepared in the studio.” He offered a hand to help Lenix out of the vehicle, but Lenix waved him off with a flick of his wrist.
Lenix exited the vehicle with the ease of a man who had never known a day’s hardship in his life. He turned around and waved me forward with a cruel smirk, a leash already in his hand. My heart hammered against my ribs as I shuffled closer, the collar around my neck feeling tighter with every breath I took. He attached the leash with a metallic click, and yanked it none too gently, pulling me out of the SUV. As the warm sun hit my skin, I had to take a few dainty steps to regain my balance, the bondage restricting my movements and the high heels making the act of walking a challenge.
“What do you think of this one, Charles?” Lenix asked, gesturing to me with the leash.
“She’s quite… charming,” Charles replied in a droll tone, his eyes scanning my costume-clad body with a critical eye. “Perhaps you won’t grow bored with her quite as quickly as the others.”
Lenix laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet courtyard. “Only time will tell,” he said, his grip tightening on the leash. “You know I love the chase, but with this one, I think I might enjoy having one so subservient.”
“Where is the other acquisition?” Charles inquired, his gaze shifting inside the SUV.
“Ah, she’s in the back,” Lenix said, a sadistic smile playing on his lips as he tugged on the leash. “Let’s go retrieve her.”
With dread weighing down my steps, I followed Lenix around the back of the SUV, the gravel beneath my heels making it difficult to maintain my balance. Charles followed closely behind, his eyes cold and assessing, his hands resting comfortably in the pockets of his black tailored suit. As the chauffeur opened the rear compartment, I braced myself for what I assumed would be the sight of Hana’s crate. But instead, I found myself staring into an empty space where the crate should have been.
The four of us— Lenix, his chauffeur Mark, myself and Charles—stood awkwardly around the open trunk of the SUV. However, instead of finding Hana’s crate where I expected it to be, there was only a vast, empty space. My heart skipped a beat, the dread thick in my throat. Where could she be?
Lenix’s smile grew wider, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement as he watched my confusion. “You’re wondering where your little friend is, aren’t you?” he mused, stroking the leash that connected us. “Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear, “she’s right under your nose.”
The chauffeur stepped aside, revealing the wheel well of the SUV. I gasped as the lid to the wheel well was lifted, and there, nestled in the darkness, was Hana's crate. “Charles, take Taylor here down to the studio and get her prepped to play her part in Hana’s… initiation.”
With a nod, Charles stepped forward and took the leash from Lenix’s hand, his grip firm but not painful. “Yes, Mr. Lenix,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine.
Lenix stepped aside, allowing me to be led away from the fountain of nightmares and towards the towering Gothic estate. The manor loomed over us, a real contrast to the warm, welcoming sunshine that kissed my skin. It looked like something Bruce Wayne might own if he had a penchant for the macabre and a secret life of sadism.
The large slate bricks of the mansion’s walls stretched upwards like the arms of a giant, reaching for the heavens with pointed gothic arches. The sunlight, which had felt so warm and freeing moments ago, now cast eerie shadows across the courtyard that danced over the cobblestones like the spirits of the damned. The chains of my leash grew heavier with every step, as if the very house itself was pulling me closer.
The multitude of large dark windows looked down at me as Charles led me up the imposing stone staircase to the mansion’s entrance, the leather of the collar cutting slightly into my skin. The grandeur of the Gothic architecture was lost on me, the beauty of the arches and intricate carvings overshadowed by the knowledge of the depravity that likely occurred within. The doors at the top of the stairs were massive, tall and heavy, like the ones you’d expect to guard the entrance to a medieval fortress rather than a billionaire’s playground.
As we entered the mansion, the noticeable difference between the brightness outside and the darkness within was jarring. The walls were lined with rich velvets in deep purples and reds, the floor was onyx marble, gleaming in the dim light. The only illumination came from the flickering lights in the chandeliers above, casting long shadows across the floor that danced with every step we took. The air was thick with the scent of expensive incense, a cloying sweetness that did nothing deter the underlying stench of fear and despair.
We moved through a grand hallway, the ceiling so high that it was lost in darkness. The walls were adorned with the occasional tapestry depicting scenes of power and submission. As I was led deeper into the estate, we passed by a series of large, opulent rooms, each more decadent than the last. The first was a library, with shelves that reached to the ceiling, filled with books that looked as if they hadn’t been touched in years. Second was a dining room with a table that could easily seat fifty, the crystal chandeliers casting rainbows across the polished mahogany surface. The third room was an indoor pool, the water still and silent, surrounded by grotto like stonework and loungers that looked like thrones. Each room held its own secret, each telling a story of the twisted lives that had once played out within them.
Finally, we arrived at what looked like an ordinary linen closet, the kind you’d find in any hotel. But as Charles pulled on a sconce, the wall behind it swung open, revealing a hidden staircase that spiraled down into darkness. The stairs were narrow and sloping, the air growing cooler and more damp with every step we took. The sound of our footsteps echoed off the stone walls, the only sound in the otherwise silent corridor.
As we descended, I couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of dread, my heart thumping in my chest like a drum in a death march. The leather of my collar grew sticky with my sweat, and I had to focus on not tripping in my heels on the uneven steps. Finally, we reached the bottom, and Charles pushed open a heavy, iron gate that led into what looked like a very very large dungeon.
The room had high ceilings made of black bricks, the kind that absorbed light and whispered of the screams of those who had come before. The walls were lined with pegboards, each one holding an array of BDSM tools that gleamed menacingly in the dim light. Whips, paddles, and gags hung neatly in rows, like a twisted display in a sadistic hardware store. There was a method to the madness, a specificity in the arrangement that suggested Lenix knew exactly what he was doing, and had done it before.
The smell of leather and metal mixed with the faint scent of fear and sweat. The floor was cold and unforgiving, made of polished stone that reflected the flicker of artificial candlelight from the many sconces that lined the walls. The room was vast, filled with various pieces of furniture that were clearly not meant for comfort or rest. A spanking bench, a St. Andrew’s cross, and a suspension frame to name a few, each a silent sentinel of the pain and pleasure that was to be experienced here in the depths of Lenix’s estate.
Off in a corner of the cavernous room, two steel cells stood sentinel, their bars gleaming under the flickering candlelight. Each cell was as large as a small apartment, complete with a single bed, a toilet, and a sink, all made of the same cold, slate colored metal. The sight of them sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of my new reality.
With a firm tug on the leash, Charles directed me towards the back of the dungeon where an incongruous modern door was set into the stone. It was sleek and contrasted against the archaic grandeur that surrounded it. Each step closer had my heart racing faster, the jingle of the coin belt echoing through the cavernous space.
The door slid open with a hiss of pressurized air, revealing a space that was vastly different from the dungeon we’d just left. Half of the room was bathed in the sterile glow of screens and lights, a complete contradiction to the shadows and candles of the dungeon. The other half looked eerily familiar, a perfect replica of Hana’s apartment from her videos, down to the last detail.
The walls were painted in the same shade of pink, the same plush carpets lined the floor, and the same artwork hung in the same spots. In the center of the room was a bed, a prop no doubt, but it was made up with the same careless elegance that Hana had in her own home. The sight was so jarring that for a moment, I almost forgot where I was, and almost felt safe.
That feeling disappeared quickly as we approached a partition at the far corner of the room. Rounding it, my eyes fell upon something that made my heart nearly stop in my chest. There sat… a guillotine, its gleaming blade a shiny contrast to the dull gray of the wooden frame. The bench beneath it was lined with a number of leather straps, the blade itself looking sharp and lethal even in the soft lighting. The sight was so unexpected, so out of place in the modern, high-tech space, that I couldn’t help but stumble to a halt.
“Lay down on the bench,” Charles instructed, his voice flat and unyielding. I glanced at the guillotine, my heart hammering in my chest. The sight of it was so jarring, so out of place amidst the luxury of the rest of the room, that I couldn’t help but question if this was all a twisted joke. But the cold metal of the leash and the hardness in Charles’s eyes told me otherwise.
“I.. I can’t,” I stuttered, my legs trembling beneath me. The guillotine loomed before me, a monstrous anachronism in a room that was otherwise a sanitized nightmare. The wood of the bench looked worn, as if it had seen frequent use.
“You can, and you will,” Charles said, his voice unwavering. He stepped closer, his grip on the leash tightening. “Your master wishes it, and you don’t want to know what happens to those who disobey.”
I swallowed hard, my body trembling as I approached the guillotine. The coldness of the wooden bench seeped through my costume, and I could feel the leather straps waiting to embrace me. I laid down with as much grace as my bondage allowed, feeling the cool wood against my skin as I aligned my neck with the headrest. The wooden collar of the guillotine pressed down on me, the edges biting into my neck slightly as I took a deep breath and tried to still my racing heart.
Charles moved with a calm efficiency, his hands deftly securing the leather straps around my ankles, thighs, and torso, pulling them tight until I was immobilized. The sound of the buckles clicking into place was a symphony of finality, each one echoing through the room like a gunshot in my ears. He didn’t bother to hide his disdain for me, treating me like the object I had been bought and paid for. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of the leather against my skin, trying to find some semblance of control amidst the chaos.
With much of the room hidden beyond the wooden collar’s frame, I heard the sound of a drawer opening, the clink of metal on metal, and then the coolness of something round and firm pressing against my closed lips. Before I could react, a large ball was thrust into my mouth, and the leather strap was pulled taut around the back of my head, securing the gag in place. The ball filled my mouth, making it impossible to speak, and the leather bit into the soft tissue of my cheeks, reminding me of my powerlessness with every breath I took.
“You will remain here, silent until your new master deems it time for you to speak,” Charles informed me, his eyes as cold as his demeanor. He stepped back, surveying his handiwork with a nod of satisfaction. My heart pounded against my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a drum counting down to my fate. I lay there, bound and gagged, the weight of the guillotine blade above me a constant, terrifying presence.
Ten minutes passed, stretching into an eternity as I listened to the muffled sounds of the mansion above. The occasional creak of floorboards, the distant murmur of voices, none of it offering any clue as to what was happening outside this chamber of horrors. The only constant was the steady tick-tock of a grandfather clock somewhere in the dungeon, each second a reminder of the time slipping away from my grasp.
“Welcome to my studio,” Lenix announced as he entered the room, his voice echoing off the cold stone walls. I couldn’t see him or who I assumed was Hana, but I could feel his presence, like a predator stalking its prey. My heart was racing, my breaths coming in short, panicked bursts. “I hope you’re ready to record a little video update for all your fans.”
“What kind of sick game is this?” Hana’s voice was muffled through the partition, but the anger was unmistakable. I couldn’t see her, but I imagined the fiery determination in her eyes, the same look she’d had when we first met.
“It’s no game, my dear,” Lenix purred, his footsteps echoing through the chamber. “This is your new reality. You are now my property, and it’s time for you to introduce yourself to your adoring public as such. You are going to reveal to all your devoted followers that not only are you okay, but that you have found the master of your dreams.”
My heart sank as I heard Hana’s muffled protests, the sound of her struggling against her restraints. The rage in her voice was palpable, but it was clear she was no match for the cold, calculated power of Lenix.
“You can forget it you sick fuck!” Hana’s voice was raw with anger and defiance, the sound of her struggle against the unseen restraints resonating through the room. “I’ll never play along with this twisted shit!”
“Oh yes you will or…” suddenly the partition lifted, revealing my bound and gagged form to the angry leashed beauty. Her eyes widened as she took in my position, the guillotine blade hovering above my neck, a dangerous glint in Lenix’s eyes as he stepped closer to her, “Your dear friend here won’t be so lucky.” He traced a finger down my cheek, the gesture oddly tender in this macabre scene. “You see, Hana,” he continued, “Miss Taylor’s safety is entirely in your hands.” He chuckled darkly.
Hana’s gaze flicked to me, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and terror. She struggled against her bonds, the cuffs biting into her wrists. “You leave her out of this!” she spat through clenched teeth.
Lenix leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “It’s quite simple, my lovely little slave,” he whispered, his voice a seductive hiss. “You play your part, and she lives to serve another day. You disappoint me, and well…” His hand trailed down to the lever beside the guillotine, his fingers caressing it like a lover’s skin.
My eyes tracked his hand as it hovered over the lever, fear pooling in my stomach like a dark, heavy liquid. Hana’s eyes widened with understanding, the fire in them flickering and fading into a cold, hard resolve. She knew that she had to submit to him, to save me from a grisly fate. The room was thick with the tension of our unspoken understanding, the air heavy with the scent of fear and the bitter taste of copper in my mouth.
“Fine… I’ll do it,” Hana said through gritted teeth, her voice tight with anger and fear. “Just let her out of that thing.”
“Don’t worry I will… once you’ve given us a little performance,” Lenix said with a sadistic smile, his eyes glinting in the soft glow of her fake apartment lights. He stepped back, gesturing to the camera that had been set up on a tripod, the red light blinking menacingly.
Hana’s eyes never left mine as the leather cuffs around her wrists were unbuckled. She was trembling, not with fear but with rage. “Now, go and get dressed,” Lenix ordered, his smile never wavering as he nodded towards the pile of clothes on the bed. She glared at him, but the understanding was clear. If she didn’t comply, my fate was sealed.
With jerky movements, she stumbled over to the bed. The outfit laid out for her was a mockery of her usual attire, a cheap imitation of the lingerie she wore in her videos. It was a deliberate attempt to strip away her dignity, to make her feel like the plaything she was. She picked up the pink and black lace corset, her knuckles white with tension as she tried to put it on. Her hands shook so badly she couldn’t get the hooks to catch, and she swore under her breath.
Lenix chuckled, watching her with the same detached amusement one might reserve for a caged animal. “Let me help you with that,” he offered, his tone sickly sweet. He stepped closer, his fingers deftly unhooking the corset before sliding it up her body. Her body stiffened but she remained silent, her eyes never leaving mine, a silent plea for strength and understanding.
Next I watched as she stepped into a short cyan colored pleated miniskirt and matching thigh-high stockings, the fabric gliding over her skin with a whisper. She was forced to balance on a pair of stiletto heels that made her wobble slightly, the height exaggerating her already vulnerable state. The outfit was completed with a pair of mesh sleeves and a palette of makeup laid out for her to apply.
The entire process was a twisted parody of her usual routine, the costume a sadistic mimicry of her past life. She sat on the edge of the bed, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, as she painted her face with the bright, garish colors Lenix had chosen. I wanted so badly to shout out, to tell her she didn’t have to do this, that we could somehow fight back. But the weight of the guillotine blade above me, the cold steel pressing into my neck, kept the sounds trapped in my throat.
“Here is the script I’ve written for you,” Lenix said, his tone as smooth as velvet over steel as he handed Hana a piece of paper. “You’re going to tell them how your abduction was just a silly joke, that you’ve found the most amazing new master who fulfills all your wildest fantasies and…” His smile was a knife, sharp and cruel, “You’re going to be very convincing, otherwise…”
He didn’t need to finish the sentence. Hana’s eyes darted to the guillotine and then back to me, her expression a mask of fury and despair. She took the paper and began to practice reading, her voice shaking at first, but gradually growing stronger. She spoke of her “voluntary” surrender into her new master’s care, of the “fun” she was having at her soon to be new home. Her words were a lie, each one a bullet through the heart of the girl I knew, but she practiced delivering them with a conviction that made me believe she was a prisoner in her own mind as much as she was in the room.
“One more thing, you will tell them I enjoy my privacy, but we might do some videos together in the future,” Lenix added, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Hana nodded stiffly, her jaw clenched. She knew this wasn’t just a performance for the camera, but a declaration of her new status to the outside world. She was also giving up any hope she might have had of rescue, any clue to her true situation.
Lenix pulled out his phone, the screen lighting up the darkness as he tapped away at the BDSM social media app. The room’s screens flickered to life, displaying a live feed of the platform. He looked up at Hana with a smirk, “Whenever you’re ready, my pet.” The screens around us mirrored the app, creating a sea of Hana’s followers, watching and waiting for their favorite submissive to appear.
With a deep breath, she began to recite the script, her voice steady and sweet, just like the persona she had cultivated online. “Hello my lovelies,” she cooed, her eyes locked on the camera lens. “I’m sure many of you have been wondering what happened to me and where I’ve been so I’ll start this podcast by letting you know my last video was just a prank. Yes, a very naughty one,” she added with a forced giggle. “I was just having a bit of fun with you all.”
I watched as Lenix smiled in satisfaction at Hana’s transformation. She was a master of deception, her voice soothing and sweet, a contrast to the rage that had fueled her moments ago. She had donned her mask, the one she had worn so many times for her adoring fans, and now she was using it to lie to them, to save my life.
“Now don’t be mad, because I’ve actually got some very exciting news!” Hana continued, her voice a disturbing parody of the flirty, playful tone she used in her videos. She sat on the bed, her legs crossed demurely, her hands resting on her knee. She looked into the camera with a forced smile, her eyes dead. “This past week I’ve been whisked away to a magical place, where all my kinkiest dreams came true! For the past week I’ve been spending time with my new master, getting to know him, and let me tell you…”
Her voice grew softer, more intimate, and my stomach twisted into knots as she went on. “He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more. He’s so kind and attentive, and oh my goodness, the things he does to me…”
The room grew colder as Hana painted a picture of a fairytale romance with a monster. She talked about their ‘adventures’ in the dungeon, her eyes never leaving the camera, her smile never faltering. Each word she spoke was a lie, a betrayal of the horror we were living, but I knew she had no choice.
Lenix watched her with a smug expression, his hand resting lightly on the lever of the guillotine, his eyes never leaving the screens. The room was filled with the growing comments of her fans, their excitement building as she painted this twisted picture of her new life. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, the words a knife twisting in my gut. She talked about her ‘training sessions’, her ‘new friends’ and even mentioned going to a wonderful Halloween ball.
“Now, before I tell you anything else I wanted to let you all know I’ll be spending a great deal less time making my videos,” Hana said, her voice a chilling echo of her former self. She paused, her eyes flickering towards me for a brief moment, filled with a silent apology. “But don’t you worry, my dear fans, I’ll still be around, exploring new adventures with my amazing master!”
A flood of questioning comments from her devoted fans began to appear on the screens as Hana paused, her gaze flickering over to me once more, filled with a desperate apology. With a heavy heart, I watched as she continued her scripted monologue, her voice a sad echo of the person I had come to know.
“So, my darlings, I hope you understand,” Hana cooed into the camera, her eyes devoid of the spark that once danced in them. “But for now, I must go. My master awaits, and I wouldn’t dare keep him waiting!” She giggled, a sound that seemed to bounce off the cold stone walls of the dungeon. “But remember, I’m okay. More than okay,” she emphasized with forced cheerfulness. “I’m living the dream! Also before I go, my master wanted me to let you know that I might make some ‘special’ appearances with him in future videos." She winked, the innuendo clear despite the horror of our situation.
Her voice grew softer, the smile on her face strained as she leaned in closer to the camera. “But for now, it’s time to say goodbye. I love you all,” she whispered, the words sounding more like a final farewell than a casual parting. The feed ended leaving only a continuing flood of comments from her stunned and excited fans, oblivious to the horror that had just played out in front of them.
Comments ranged from shock to elation, filling the screens around us. “Is she really okay?” someone asked, the concern genuine yet misplaced. “Wow, she’s really living the dream,” another user quipped, a heart emoji following their message. “Can’t wait to see more of her with her new master,” a third chimed in, their excitement palpable even through the digital wall. The room was alive with the hum of their reactions, many of which were filled with congratulations and eager anticipation.
“There, I did it,” Hana whispered, her voice devoid of the scripted cheer she’d just performed with. “Now will you please release her?” She stared at Lenix, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and hopelessness.
“Oh absolutely,” Lenix said as he activated the lever to the guillotine, the blade falling towards my neck with a terrifying speed. My eyes widened in horror, my heart racing as I braced for the pain that I was certain was about to come. But just before it could make contact, it stopped, a metallic twang filling the room as the blade came to a jarring halt mere inches from my skin. I let out a muffled scream, the straps of my gag biting into my cheeks as the adrenaline surged through me.
Lenix roared with laughter, the sound echoing off the stone walls like thunder. “You should have seen the look on your faces,” he taunted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. “As if I would ever waste such a valuable asset so quickly.” He leaned over me, his breath hot against my cheek. “No, I wouldn’t squander either of you two so carelessly. You see, I have plans.” His hand caressed the guillotine blade before he reached up to release the leather strap holding the ball gag in place.
“What kind of plans?” I heard Hana’s voice, though it was strained with fear and anger.
Lenix chuckled darkly, “Oh, you’ll see soon enough… you’ll both see…”