The Tortured Leader of the Window of Heaven

Prologue: Nightmares

Warning! This chapter contains triggering or mature content.

‘No! please! Don’t touch me!’ Zhou Zishu thrashed helplessly on the bed, tugging against the bindings. Whimpers escaped his mouth as tears poured down his face as he flinched away from Prince Jin. His hands slowly ran down Zhou Zishu's chest and stomach headed towards his cock. The hands paused at his waist to untie his robes, before pushing them off of his shaking frame. Cool air brushed his naked body, sending shivers of terror throughout his body. Prince Jin shook his head softly ‘you are mine, Zhou Zishu.’ Prince Jin’s hand wanders up to Zhou Zishu’s neck and starts lightly choking him. More tears poured down Zhou Zishu’s face as he whimpered ‘No! Please don’t touch me! Please let me go!’ His words seemed to anger Prince Jin who promptly slapped Zhou Zishu furiously in that face, before choking him harder. ‘Never! You will serve me in bed and whenever else I desire it. I have lusted at your figure for years, and now that you are in my hands, you will never leave. Spread you legs, whore.’ Prince Jin said, disrobing before crawling on top of Zhou Zishu. Zhou Zishu struggled as lips kissed and bit his lips, trailing down his neck to his chest. A scream tore from his lips as pain shot through his body as Prince Jin bit down roughly on his nipple, twisting the other with equal force. A finger pushed hard on his hole, roughly fingering his insides, sending waves of pain over his body at the brutal intrusion. He bit back scream after scream as Prince Jin continued his assault on his body, whispered ‘Nos’ and ‘please stop’ slipping through his bleeding lips. A wave of relief crashed over his body as Prince Jin stopped, only for an agonized scream to tear from his throat as Prince Jin forcefully thrust his cock in his hole. Screams ripped from his throat as Prince Jin pounded into him, blood dripping out of his hole at the force of the thrusts. ‘No!’ ‘Stop!’ ‘Please stop!’ ‘It hurts!’ ‘No!’

The scene blurred and faded from view, a different image appearing in its stead. Crack! Blood trickled down his back as whip bit into his skin. ‘No!’ ‘Please forgive your slave Master!’ He cried; his body was shaking, yet he still retained a perfect kneeling form. ‘You are my slave, my whore! You do as I order you to! What gives you the right to question my commands? If I tell you to service my friends, then you do so. If I tell you to spread your legs, then you do so. If I want to fuck you right now, then you do so. I am your master. You do not get to question my orders.’ Prince Jin shouted in anger, the whip descending faster and with more force. ‘Yes Master! I am sorry Master! Please punish your ungrateful slave.’ Zhou Zishu said, tears streaming down his face, his voice cracking in fear. His vision swam, his only reality being the waves of pain, the crack of the whip on his back, the voices fading in and out. Suddenly, Prince Jin kicked him onto his back. ‘Hmm...you do not seem to be understanding your punishment. Let's try a new method.’ Prince Jin's said, a wicked grin on his face. Fear flooded Zhou Zishu's mind as he watched in terror at what Prince Jin was going to do. Pain seared across his chest at the sudden strike. It was quickly followed by many more, causing him to scream in agony. The world seemed to consist of only two things, the pain coursing through his body and the time that seemed to stand still during this agony. He seemed to hear someone screaming, only to realize that he was the one screaming. The light began to fade-
Zhou Zishu woke up with a start, Han Ying shaking him hard. He was drenched in sweat, trembling in terror as his mightmare flashed before his eyes.
“My lord! My lord! Wake up! Wake up!” Han ying was saying, a worried look on his face. 
“What is it, Han Ying?” He asked, his voice rough and scratchy, probably because he had been screaming in his nightmare again. 
“You were having another nightmare, My lord, and were screaming again.” He sighed, trying to still the trembling muscles, ease the fear coursing through his veins. It was always the same nightmares that tormented him, coming back every night, preventing his sleep. No matter what he did, nothing stopped the nightmares from disturbing his sleep.