[BL] I Picked up a Husband While Trying To Become An Author

Story 1.9 It's dark

WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT/RAPE
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"Ahh! Nnn~ ah! stop!. . . Muy- ah!" he moaned with a heavy mix of pain and pleasure from Zhang Muye's dry thrusts.

"It hurts! ah!*sniff- ahn! I can't!" he begged and pleaded.

"Shut up. Or I'll sew your b*tchy mouth!" Zhang Muye scolded back putting more force in thrusting his hard length.

"*sniff. . . ahh! please- no! ahhn! *sniff euh!-" screaming out of his aching throat. He doesn't know how long he's been under this merciless torture. The pleasure was too weak and all he could feel was his his insides burning, his legs bruising from the metal chains and strong grip while his neck was being constricted by Zhang Muye's hand.

[Admin: MING YU!!!]

"Mmn! nn! Nnm!!- Ahnm!" Holding his painful voice in trying his best to endure his loveless touch.

[Admin: WAKE THE F*CK UP!!! DAMN IT!! MING YU!!]

The repeating buzzing tone finally did its work awakening Ming Yu up from his unconscious state.

It took a while for him to recover from his blurred sight unconsciously turning his head onto the loud creaking sound beside him.

After some time the man gave up resisting, now lifeless, only letting out instinctive moans and letting Zhang Muye do the deed. His dull eyes were staring directly at Ming Yu's face, tears trailing glinting a faint flame of hope to live.

Zhang Muye finally reached his peak and groaned leaving it all to waste as it oozes out the overflowing hole.

"Tsk! this one's done." he mumbled with a hint of irritation picking up the knife on the head table.

It was a slow and cruel death.

Zhang Muye stabbed the knife starting to the man's heel cutting both tendons and the man wailed. He dug the knife from there tracing the skin up to the thighs leaving a bloody trail accompanied by the an animal like howl filled with suffering echoing through the room from the man's mouth.

He was enjoying the process of insanity.

He loved how the man's hole tightened around his member wounding his back in every slash he took.

Again. and again. and another.

". .n.ugh...ughh.... nn.." the man croaked lowly as his breathing dwindled from blood loss.

Feeling the hole loosening, Muye removed himself with a pop sitting on the back and held the man's chin stretching him up.

Blood.

It rained from the neck down pooling on the sheets. Like a painter's canvas.

Ming Yu gulped. Disturbed from witnessing this craziness.

Zhang Muye let the mangled body go, slowly moving away from it. His eyes were dim and unclear simply staring at the trickling blood as it hit the floor. His free hand traced his clean neck empathizing himself with his victim's feeling.

"did it hurt. . .?" he grumbled.

He wasn't thinking straight slowly taking his time stepping away and into the door with his loose dragging robe painting the floor red.

That fading back was like a knife. Sharpening itself for the next.

Ming Yu was tied onto another bed beside the bloody scene. The body was too young, a little bit over than 16 and now gone.