You're Mine, I'm Yours

Part 32

Trigger warning : Sexual assault and violence ⚠️ ⚠️

The following scene are going to be  disturbing and heartbreaking so please  ignore who can't handle 🙏
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"You son of a bitch," Khaotung spat, his eyes blazing with hatred as David approached him. The dilapidated factory seemed to echo with the tension between them, the walls closing in as David roughly grabbed Khaotung's chin, forcing him to look into his monstrous eyes. The grip tightened, and Khaotung winced as David yanked his hair.

"You're still a cocky brat in this state too," David sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

Despite the pain and fear, Khaotung managed a defiant smile from the corner of his mouth. Gathering every ounce of his defiance, he spat on David's face. The reaction was immediate and brutal. David's face contorted with rage, and he slapped Khaotung hard across the face, the sound echoing through the empty factory. Khaotung laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that only fueled David's fury.

Unable to control himself, David punched Khaotung hard in the face. Blood flowed from Khaotung's nose, the metallic taste filling his mouth as he gasped for breath. David stepped back, his eyes burning with a cold, vengeful fire as he stared at Khaotung, who continued to provoke him with a bitter smile.

"You really are a fucking pervert, huh," Khaotung said, his voice strained but fearless. His heart hammered in his chest, but he refused to show any sign of submission. The adrenaline coursing through his veins was the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

David's rage was palpable as he walked toward Khaotung again, his face twisted in anger. He grabbed Khaotung by the hair once more, pulling him up brutally. Sweat trickled down Khaotung's face, mixing with the blood from his nose and mouth. The pain was excruciating, but he continued to glare at David with unwavering defiance.

"Oh yeah? Let me show you real pain," David hissed, his hand grabbing Khaotung's bloodstained white shirt. He started to unbutton the upper buttons, his touch sending a shiver of disgust through Khaotung's body. Fear and revulsion twisted in his stomach as David's hands moved over his chest. His heart beat wildly, the sensation of David's touch making his skin crawl.

Khaotung's eyes closed, bracing himself for whatever torment David had planned. The room seemed to shrink around him, the walls pressing in as his mind raced with panic and dread. David's breath was hot and taunting against his skin, a cruel reminder of his vulnerability.

Desperation surged through Khaotung as he tried to find an escape, any way to break free from David's grasp. But the grip on his shirt tightened, and he knew resistance would only bring more pain. He forced his eyes open, meeting David's gaze with a defiant stare, though his body trembled.

"You're going to regret this," Khaotung spat, his voice wavering but resolute. He knew he had to stay strong, even as the terror threatened to overwhelm him. David's smirk widened, relishing the fear he had instilled.

"Let's see how brave you really are," David whispered, his fingers trailing down Khaotung's chest, leaving a path of dread in their wake.

As David continued his vile action, Khaotung closes his eyes tightly he called out silently, desperately, for First. The name echoed in his mind like a mantra, a plea for salvation. He prayed for a miracle, for First to appear and save him from this nightmare. Each second felt like an eternity as he endured David's vile touch, the fear and pain almost overwhelming him.