In a world where power reigns supreme, Noah, a 17-year-old, finds himself thrust into a nightmare beyond comprehension. He's kidnapped by Andrey if it even is called kidnapping. All the torture he endures, everything he goes through whether it be me...
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Noah's vision blurred as he tried to focus, the pain in his body pulsating with each heartbeat. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his broken ribs screamed with every shallow breath. He was barely standing, propped up by just the handcuffs that were rubbing his skin raw.
The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls like specters of his torment. Andrey stood before him, a cold, calculating smile playing on his lips. His touch, deceptively gentle, traced the line of Noah's jaw, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Good boy," Andrey murmured, his voice a low purr that filled the oppressive silence. "Was that so hard now?"
Noah flinched at the words, his body involuntarily leaning into Andrey's touch despite the revulsion churning in his gut. The conflicting sensations of pain and unwanted comfort twisted inside him, making it difficult to breathe. He wanted to pull away, to scream and fight, but his strength was gone, drained by the relentless cruelty of his captor. He couldn't help but lean into the gentle words and touch. How long had it been since he was touched genuinely? How long had it been since people didn't touch him just for the sole purpose of hurting him. His thoughts made tears fill his eyes.
"Look at you," Andrey continued, his fingers trailing down Noah's neck and coming to rest on his collarbone. "Finally learning your place."
A tear slipped down Noah's cheek, mixing with the blood and sweat that clung to his skin. He felt Andrey's thumb brush it away, the gesture mocking in its tenderness. The predator playing with his prey.
"You see," Andrey whispered, leaning in close, his breath hot against Noah's ear, "obedience isn't so terrible, is it? It could even be... rewarding."
Noah's eyes darted to Andrey's face, searching for any hint of humanity behind those cold, calculating eyes. But there was nothing—just the abyss of control and dominance that threatened to swallow him whole.
"Please," Noah's voice was barely a whisper, raw and broken. "Just... stop."
Andrey's smile widened, a chilling contrast to the plea. "Ah, but you've been such a good boy, Noah. Why would I stop now?"
Noah's body trembled, his mind a storm of pain, fear, and confusion. He wanted to hate Andrey, to curse him and defy him, but all he could manage was to stand there, broken and defeated, leaning into the touch that had caused him so much agony. Noah bit his lip to stop himself from breaking down.
"Good boy," Andrey repeated, his hand sliding down to grip Noah's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Remember this moment. Remember how easy it is to be good."
Noah closed his eyes, the darkness behind his eyelids a small refuge from the nightmare he was living. He felt Andrey's grip tighten, a final reminder of the power he held. The promise of more pain if Noah dared to forget his place.
"That's right," Andrey's voice was a soothing murmur, a snake's hiss in the quiet room. "Just be a good boy, and everything will be so much easier."
Noah nodded weakly, his body and spirit broken. To absolute Noah's surprise, Andrey hugged him. He fucking hugged him! It didn't matter that the touch felt like something one would give to a pet. It was a hug. Noah had almost forgotten what it felt like. He couldn't help but clutch to Andrey's robe and cry. Andrey stayed letting the clinging boy cry on him completely ignoring the fact that his blood was smearing on his insanely expensive clothes.
Andrey lifted his touch once Noah had calmed down. "It's much easier once you submit pet. Wouldn't it be nice for you not be punished for once? Just submit and be a good boy then everything's going to turn out just alright."
