Behind The Red Curtain | YiZhan ✓

11-Regretful Words From A Pleading Heart

Red. It used to be his favourite colour because it looked the best when Zhan wore it. But now, whenever he would think of red, what would pop in his mind would be the image of him getting hit by his very own hands.

He had promised to not go back to the way he was, but the very sight of him crying from last night had driven him crazy. How he had told him that others were much better than him... how he had been inflicted pain by the hands of disgusting, filthy men... who were not him.

His mind pained at the thought once more as he looked down at the pool of blood beneath his feet.

There was no way he could forgive himself for loosing his mind... for becoming obsessed with the thought of devouring him whole. He had wanted to make him his by punishing his past self and inflicting pain, so that he would remember him, and only him. He had brutally placed marks all over his body, so that he'd know, that he was there.

But now, all that was left was guilt and nothing more. Oh, how he had left him crying... how he had hurt him. He is the most precious thing in the world to him... so how had it come to this? How could he have let his past self take over again? He knew he couldn't have been so stupid, yet here he was.

He winced at the slight stinging coming from his hand and sighed. The blood beneath him was nothing more than a punishment for the sin he had committed. And he did not mind it even a bit.

Burning with curiosity and regret, his free hand reached up to grab his phone from above the counter and let it dial it to the the man he owed. The man who had his heart.

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Yet it was silent. His worry only grew as he called the number next to it and raised his voice. "Tao, is Zhan there? Does he have something scheduled for today?" Tang Tao who was at the other end of the line was getting cut off at times, making it harder to hear. "What? Zhan? He called in sick today, why? Did something happen?" It was obvious that he was at a party somewhere, making the latter angrier.

Yibo told him that he had called to check if he was busy and nothing more. He then hung up almost immediately after and left the house in a hurry. Only Zhan's manager would be comfortable enough to enjoy himself after hearing the person he was in charge of was sick. He had never relied on him anyways. Another useless person in his eyes was all.

Zhan heaved a sigh as he sat down in pain. The fluffy couch he used to love had turned into hard concrete, making him irk his face. He had never been in such pain before, let alone come out of one of his sessions half crippled. The bruises around his body were severe, especially his inner thighs. At least it wasn't his neck up, he thought, later sighing once more upon remembering the state of his lips. Who was he kidding, there weren't any good aspects to this situation, let alone any benefits at all. Yet the lingering sensation of ejaculating was still there. The way his body had felt... the adrenaline... the immense sensation of being hit unexpectedly... the aggression... but most of all, the pain.

He would be lying if he said that he didn't like the lingering pain left all over his body. Being dominated was his kink after all, an important part of him which he had come to an acceptance with long ago.

At the beginning of their session, he was a little bothered by the reminder of his old memories yet the upcoming pain had been enough to subdue them. So he gave it no more mind and shook his head, sighing in the smallest comfort he could manage to have. Hell, even sitting was painful because of the endless amount of spanking he'd gotten. If he had done it with a bigger paddle instead of his hands, then he knew that there would be no way he could sit still like now. He wouldn't be even able to stand, but have to float instead!